The walls of her pussy clamped around me and I sucked in a breath through my clenched teeth.
Her back arched, pressing her breasts against my chest. Her pebbled nipples brushed against my skin, tickling and teasing.
Shifting my hips, I sank completely into her.
The fit was perfect. Tight, a teeth-gnashingly tight grip. I was being dragged under the waves of pleasure racing down my spine and shooting out from the soles of my feet.
A spasm of her pussy ripped a groan from my throat.
She clung to me, holding on through each rough thrust of my hips. So close to the edge, I wasn’t gentle or slow, but feral and unhinged.
Her moans, yelps and gasps directed my movements and desire to make this a night she wouldn’t forget.
It was one I wouldn’t either. I wanted to stop the sunrise and keep her here with me forever.
Every gasp in my ear sent the tingling pleasure rocketing down my spine to the tips of my toes.
Her legs tightened around my waist, muscles seizing and her walls clamped around me with a rhythm too sweet to resist. Grinding, thrusting and colliding, our bodies created their own symphony.
I growled out her name and spots danced in front of my eyes before I lost the grip on my restraints and spilled into the latex between us. My heart thundered so loudly in my ears it blocked out all sound.
Dropping my head to her shoulder, I rocked against her gritting my teeth against the exquisite oversensitivity.
Sweaty and panting, I shifted to the side and held her against me.
Both of us slipped into recovery mode, silent and blissful.
She ran her fingers down my back. “When were you going to tell me you live in the same building I was staying in?”
17
Bay
“I wasn’t sure if you noticed that.” He shifted back, falling free from me and getting rid of the condom. The cold barely registered, my overheated bliss making my skin feel like it was a glowing beacon bright enough to light the night sky.
I propped my head up on my arm, watching him. “Hard to miss with the big Four Seasons logo everywhere. You weren’t stuck in traffic when I invited you for coffee, were you?” I swung my legs onto the floor, not sure how to feel about that. He’d been so close for the past couple weeks. A short walk away.
He sat beside me, making the cushions dip under me. Bracing his forearms on his naked muscled thighs, he pressed his palms together and tilted his head, staring at me.
“I was scared to go.”
His honesty now still caught me off guard. It sliced through all the thoughts racing through my head about what every move truly meant.
“I was worried that seeing you again would throw me back into being the guy I was before. The one from Greenwood and LA.”
Right now, I wished I had a blanket or my clothes back. The nakedness felt bone-deep now, the vulnerability so close to the surface. I was almost afraid to ask. Swallowing, I steeled myself.
“And now?”
He turned and ran his finger down the side of my neck. The sparks and flares were still there, burning hotter and deeper than before.
“And now I’m trying my best to not mess up tonight.” He traced his thumb down over my lip.
“Me too.” The sun would rise soon, and the fantasy dream world would fade. “But we still have a couple more hours until sunrise. Let’s not waste them.” I held onto his hand and sucked his thumb into my mouth.
His pupils dilated, swallowing the color surrounding them. Muscles tightened and his shaft stiffened against my leg. All that time on the practice field and in the gym paid off. Stamina for days—well, hopefully nights.
He shoved his hands under my legs and behind my back before I could catch my breath, and hauled me against his chest.
Moving through his darkened apartment like it was on fire, he shouldered open a door.
It smelled like him in here, more so than when we’d stripped each other down in the entryway of the apartment. Or maybe I’d been the slightest bit distracted.
My back hit the soft bed and his body covered mine, blanketing me in his warmth and strength.
The rough pads of his fingers ran over my body. They were callused and coarse, and sent shivers rocketing down my spine.
His hunger was unmatched, not even by my own. Our last session had done nothing to quell it, only sprayed a bit more lighter fluid on the raging fire. He fumbled in the bedside drawer and lifted my legs until my heels pressed against the back of his shoulders.
The cool air whispered across my clit and I squirmed, needing more contact.
My back pressed against the mattress. My legs locked over his shoulders. My body hummed in anticipation.
His cock brushed against my ass, weighty, thick, everything I remembered and dreamed about on the lonely nights I’d spent dreaming of him, dreaming of the raw, visceral pleasure coupled with the way only he could look at me. The kind of look that wrote songs without a single word. I couldn’t look away and didn’t want to.
He braced his hands on the bed beside me and stared into my eyes, catching the dim light filtering in from a cracked door.
“I missed you.”
My breath caught and tears filled my eyes. I blinked them back and nodded, not trusting my voice.
Reaching between us, I wrapped my fingers around his shaft and ran my fingers across his thick mushroom tip.
His shudder sent a powerful feeling rushing through me.
I placed him at my entrance, hissing as his hips slowly pushed forward, stretching me like a slow invasion. “I missed you too.”
I bit down on his shoulder as he rested his head in the crook of my neck with one hand on my ass. My fingers flexed and spread against his back, my body coming apart at the seams at the bliss radiating down my spine. I tightened my legs around him. I didn’t want our time to end—not only the toe-curling pleasure, but the closeness to him.
Rocking my hips, I urged him to move, an insistent encouragement to recapture what we’d recreated out in the living room before. Had it been three minutes or three hours ago? I was lost in a sea of pleasure with emotions overwhelming me from every angle. Pleasure, excitement and deeper ones too scary to touch, but there nonetheless.
“Let me savor this,” he mumbled against my neck, tickling my skin.
I didn’t want him to savor it. I didn’t want him committing this to memory. I didn’t want him taking me like it was a one-time thing he’d look back on fondly. I wanted to get him addicted to every taste and touch like I’d been craving him.
Lifting me higher with both hands on my ass, he dropped his hips, spearing me with his solid length.
My back bowed and I moaned, gasping and holding on.
With me still impaled on his dick, he canted his hips and changed the angle of his thrusts. He came crashing down into me, thrusting and rocking his hips, sending pleasure racing down my body, centering on my clit. The grinding strokes when he bottomed out sent sparks so sharp they crested on the edge of pain ricocheting through me.
His fingers skimmed my waist and across my ribs before his palms scraped the underside of my breasts. His touch intensified, squeezing and tugging my nipples as his tongue plundered my mouth.
It was too much. It was not enough. I clung to him as he thrust into me with an unrestrained ferocity.
My orgasm exploded, coursing through me.
Spots winked in front of my eyes and my back bent, riding the tide of pleasure drowning out all my other senses. My scream ended in a breathless pant riding out the rippling waves of pleasure as my walls clamped around him.