The muscles in his chest and arm flexed and rolled while he stroked a hand over his dick to maintain his erection. It was unavoidable the way my gaze caught the glint of the pale blue wrapper in his free hand as he sat down beside me.
His voice was low and pure seduction. “You should show me how some of those toys work.”
My heart stumbled over itself. “Now?”
He grinned and shook his head. “No.” He tore open the condom wrapper and began to fit it over himself. “Some other time, because right now I just want it to be us. Me fucking you exactly how you want it.”
He finished rolling on the condom and ringed his fingers around the base of his cock, holding it proudly out from his body. His words sent a jolt of pleasure down my spine that settled between my legs, and grew more acute when he asked his question.
“So, how do you want it?”
It felt like someone else was in command when I stared at his sheathed dick, awaiting me to climb on, and his direct question unleashed my thoughts. “I want your mouth on my tits as you fuck me.”
Air left him in a sharp exhale and desire consumed his face. My words had surprised him, and he not only approved, he looked utterly thrilled. As I rose onto my knees and turned to straddle him, he pushed a hand inside my open robe to grasp my hip and help guide me.
The sheathed tip of him began to intrude, and I gasped with pleasure.
The stretch of my body around his cock filled me with delicious tension. The sensation went on endlessly as I slowly yielded to him, taking more and more and more.
We breathed together in a shuddering breath as I slid down. My warm skin was flattened against his. It was a lot to take, and I controlled my breathing, struggling to adjust. Holy shit, there was someone else inside my body.
Troy’s head thudded against the back of the couch for a second as pleasure ripped through his expression, and it was as if he needed a moment to regroup. To mentally prepare for what we were about to do.
He straightened with focus in his eyes.
I was the one on top, yet he was the one in command. Beneath me, the muscles in his thighs went taut and he flexed up into me. His hands were firm on my waist, urging me to rock back and forth and ride him. It flipped a switch in me, and unstoppable moans swelled up from my throat.
Was it supposed to feel this amazing? Or had it simply just been so long I’d forgotten?
We must have had the thought at the same moment because our hands tangled as we tried to get the robe off my shoulders. It hung on my elbows as Troy abandoned that task and cupped my breasts in his hands. He squeezed and massaged, his thumbs brushing over my hardened nipples, but it was the caress of his gaze I enjoyed the most.
He licked his lips before nuzzling into me, his hot mouth latching on and sucking until I whimpered with satisfaction. The way he feasted on me was pornographic. Better than any fantasy my mind could have cooked up.
Time lost all meaning as we ground our bodies together, taking pleasure from each other. I shed the robe completely and shivered in enjoyment as the dull edges of his fingernails raked down my bare back. His short beard grazed over my nipples and was followed by the gentle bite of his teeth. It poured heat into me, swirling like an inferno.
Sweat beaded on his forehead, but he didn’t slow his thrusts, some of them so powerful they nearly lifted me off the couch. Tingles washed over my legs. The friction of our bodies rubbing together was stimulating my clit, just enough to make me think another orgasm could be in my future.
But it’d need help.
I leaned back, bracing a hand behind me on his knee, and walked the fingers of my other hand down to where we were connected. Troy’s eyes widened with excitement as he realized what I was doing.
His voice rasped like it’d been dragged over gravel. “You’re so fucking sexy.”
I rubbed myself as his compliment caused sparks to fire inside my body. He was doing more of the work than I was, but it still required a ton of exertion from me, and I was grateful I was in the best shape of my life. Sex with him would leave me blissfully sore all over.
“Tell me you’re close,” he demanded.
I was, but I slowed the roll of my body and peeled my lips back in a victorious smile. “Maybe I want to enjoy you like this for a little while longer. You can keep up, can’t you, Troy?”
Dark heat flashed in his eyes. “Yeah, I fucking can.”
“It’s okay if you can’t,” I whispered, stunned by my mocking tone. “I have a drawer of toys that I can always—”
His fingers bit into my waist, commanding me to move. “Maybe you don’t need them anymore. You want to get off? I’m right here.”
He licked the pad of his thumb, shoved it between my legs, and pushed my hand out of the way. The way he touched me was indecent. Shocks ran along the insides of my thighs.
His tone reflected his ruthless determination. “You like the sound of that? Me being your personal sex toy?”
“Fuck,” I cried. My mind went white-hot at the idea.
“Yeah, I thought so.” He rubbed circles on my swollen clit while he continued to pound at me from beneath. “You can use me however you want to.”
My heart sprinted frantically, flying toward explosion. Even though I wasn’t scared, something like panic filled my voice. “You’re going to make me come.”
“You’re goddamn right,” he growled.
Pleasure gripped my body and mind so all I could do was endure the sensations flooding through my limbs. The orgasm swept through me so abruptly, I gave a choked-off cry and collapsed on him, my legs quaking.
His arms locked around me to hold me still as he found his end. I was still falling apart with ecstasy as he joined me, slowing to a stop, and throbbing deep inside. Our gasps for breath were loud in each other’s ears, and beneath my palm on his chest, I could feel his heart racing.
Our bodies cooled as he held me shuddering in his arms.
It felt so good tears pricked at my eyes, but I hid it by pressing my lips against the spot in his neck where his quick pulse was beginning to ease.
My voice was so quiet, it was barely audible. “You’re kind of amazing.”
His chest lifted with a deep breath. “I was hoping you thought so.”
Erika
When Troy returned from the bathroom, he dropped down beside me and cast a thick arm over the back of the couch. It was meant to look casual, but there was a subtle possessiveness to it that I adored. It made it easy to fit myself against him.
How long would this last, where every little thing he did revealed how much I’d been missing?
I tentatively used a fingertip to trace a pattern on his thigh. “We never made it to the bedroom.”
The corner of his mouth lifted. “Got sidetracked. Next time.”
His statement hung in the silence of the room. Not because there wouldn’t be a next time, but because I had guilt knowing that there would be one. It seemed inevitable. I’d given in to all my desires, and I was sure I’d only crave him more now.
When Jenna found out, I was going to lose her. And I deserved to, didn’t I?
I didn’t want to think about it right now. The guilt would come soon enough, and it’d be crushing.
The electronic trill of my phone came from my bedroom, and for a moment I considered ignoring that too and staying cozied up under Troy’s arm. But it was likely Ardy, wanting to know how my meeting had gone with the potential new client. He didn’t like how mysterious I’d been, and curiosity was eating him up.