Witness by Rosalie Stanton

hot and hungry, returned to hers with a consuming desperation that shook her foundation. He’d held back before, she quickly realized—he wasn’t holding back now. He didn’t just demand, he took. His tongue stroked, delved, his teeth nipped and tugged. He slipped one hand between their bodies and cupped her through the thin, damp fabric that guarded her pussy. It wasn’t until he began working her clit that she realized how wet she was. Sparks from the pressure alone tore through her body, and she felt herself tremulously near climax just at the touch.
    “Were you wet for me back then?” Dash demanded after their lips had broken apart. He slipped a finger under the elastic at her crotch and drew a line between her slick folds. “Goddamn, Rennie…”
    Serenity swallowed hard. “Yes. I was.”
    “You wanted me?”
    She nodded and hiked her left leg around his waist, spreading herself open wider to encourage his exploration. The pad of his finger came perilously close to nudging her swollen clit, but not close enough. As though he knew how near climax she was already.
    “Fuck,” Dash murmured. “Think of the fun we coulda had.”
    “Dash—”
    “I wanna eat you. Lick you until you can’t stand. I want your lips around my cock. Do you have any idea how often I’ve dreamt about this mouth?”
    A sound that might have been a mewl in a former life scraped through her throat. She wanted that too. All of it. No matter how improbable. No matter that there was nowhere to go from where they were.
    He knew that, of course, which was undoubtedly why he pulled away the next second and began fumbling with the belt to his jeans. The sound of his zipper lowering tore through the thick air with a hint of finality. There would be no going back from this—no matter what came afterward, and Serenity wasn’t dumb enough to think it meant anything other than a culmination of everything that they hadn’t had a chance to have together. The world existed outside the bathroom, and it was a scary one. But for now, they could be Dash and Rennie, those crazy kids from Joplin High who had once been inseparable until forces outside their control had shoved them apart.
    The crinkling of a foil wrapper was next. He’d pulled the condom from his pocket, and Serenity allowed herself a moment of misplaced jealousy. Or was it wonder? He’d disappeared for a few minutes after shoving her into the bathroom. Had he known this was where they were headed, or was he always prepared to get laid?
    She didn’t want to know. Then it didn’t matter, because he was between her legs, the blunt head of his cock nudging her slick entrance. Serenity threw her head against the wall, murmuring in the back of her throat when he encouraged her other knee to wrap around his waist. His hands at her hips, he held her in suspended animation for what felt like an eternity.
    “Look at me, Rennie.”
    She exhaled raggedly and obeyed.
    The second their eyes connected, Dash slammed his cock home, and the world tipped off its axis. A cacophony of sensation exploded inside her, her nerve-endings tingling, her cunt tightening around him, pulling him deeper into her body. She crossed her ankles behind him, her fingers digging into his forearms for support. His invasion hurt in a sweet way, like she’d been split down the middle, but the pain was what made it worthwhile. And goddamn, he felt huge. She hadn’t had a chance to sneak a peek at his cock before he’d buried himself inside her, which might have been a good thing—if he looked anywhere near as large as he felt, she might have hesitated.
    “Shit,” Dash breathed, his face dropping to her neck. He brushed a soft kiss, one that belied the force of his initial thrust, across her skin, sending a ripple of shivers in his wake. “You feel amazing.”
    Then he was pulling away, the slick drag of his cock along her pussy walls coaxing a murmur of complaint from her lips before he plunged inside again. The force