Igrowl, a sound I barely recognize before crashing my mouth against his in a bruising kiss. His lips part for me, and I stroke him harder while my hips roll deeper, inch by inch, until I’m all the way in, balls deep in Luc Delacroix.
Christ on a bike.
He gasps into my mouth, breaks the kiss to breathe, and arches like his body is trying to memorize the shape of me inside him.
“So full,” he whispers, dazed and perfect.
“Look at you.” My hips meet his now, no space between us. “I’m so fucking deep inside your perfect little hole. Itsucks me in, Luc.”
“Move already,” he moans, and I do.
A grind more than a thrust, dragging over every nerve ending until he’s squirming like he doesn’t know whether to beg for more or cry.
His hand flies up to cover his mouth, but I catch the sound he makes, high, raw, andshameless.
“Want to stop?”
“No, I-I love it.”
“Love, huh?” I ask, giving him another thrust. “Me too.”
I’m so damn in love with you.
He shifts slightly under me, breath catching. “Can we maybe switch position?”
Shite, is it too much, after all?
I kiss down his throat and let my hand glide down his side. “I can just jerk us off together again. We don’t have to keep going if you’re hurting.”
“I’m not hurting. I just want you to fuck me from behind.”
Jesus.
“Whatever you want, baby.” I pull out, then shift my weight and press my palm to his chest, guiding him to roll onto his stomach. He moves easily under my hands, and when his cheek hits the sheets, I grip his hips and lift him slightly, lining myself up behind him.
“Look at you,” I murmur as I run my hand down the curve of his back. My fingers trace the dip of his spine, the arch of his waist, before settling at his hips. “What a view.”
I cover his body with mine, pressing in until he’s blanketed in heat, skin, and pressure. Then, with one slow thrust, I push back inside, way deeper like this.
Tighter. Hotter.Fuck, it’s so much.
I grit my teeth against the feeling, and he moans loudly, clenching around me, his body struggling to adjust but still taking me.
I grip his waist. “Fuck, Luc, is this too much?”
“More,please.”
I start moving again with slow thrusts, grinding in each time, rolling my hips, hitting him in that spot that makes his legs tremble.
Our fingers find each other in the sheets, and I lace mine through his and squeeze. He shifts under me, hips rolling back, hungry for more even though I haven’t touched him again.
He lets out a shaky breath, voice muffled against the sheets. “Merde, I don’t think I’ve ever felt like this before.” Another thrust, and his fingers tighten in mine. “It’s toomuch, but in the best way.” He turns his head slightly, just enough for me to hear the edge of a laugh in his breath. “I might actually lose my mind.”
“I’m already past that.”
I can’t think, breathe, or hold onto a single coherent thought except formore. My whole body feels too tight and hot, like I’m going to snap in half from how much I need him.
I don’t even know how I’m still holding on. Every nerve is lit up. Every muscle is shaking.
