He eyed me for a moment before following my gaze. Leaning over, he retrieved a foil packet and dropped it on the bed before lowering his lips to my breasts. Applying the same passionate kisses that had taken my breath away, Hound worked over each of my nipples before sliding down my stomach and settling himself between my thighs. Holding my gaze, he laved my slit before sucking my clit into his mouth.
The sensation made my hips buck, desperate for more.
He amped up the intensity, taking me on a journey of highs and lows, never letting me fully crest, never bringing me all the way down.
With eyes full of intensity, he watched me. His gratitude, his emotion overwhelmed my senses, making it impossible to hold his gaze. Closing my eyes, I threw my head back as he finally shoved me over the edge of pleasure. I was a gasping, shuddering mess as he slid up my body and rolled the condom over his length.
His entire body shuddered.
“Are you okay?” I asked, worried about the effects the awkward position he was just in would have on his body.
There was pain in the eyes that met mine, but also elation. Pride. Joy. Too many emotions to name. “Never better,” he said with a smile, making his words almost convincing. “You still want this?”
“Yes. Absolutely,” I breathed. “But I...” I didn’t know what to say. Making me come had elated him and I didn’t want to tear his victory down by questioning whether or not it hurt him to perform.
Pain flashed in his eyes. Afraid he was mistaking my reluctance for rejection, I grabbed his latex covered cock, and positioned the tip at my soaking wet entrance. “Fuck me.”
Hound slid in slowly, watching my expression as I took his length. His strokes were tender and sweet, and nothing I deserved.
“Make a friend, Meals. You need one.”
Levi’s words lashed out at me. I was making a friend. Or destroying a friendship. I couldn’t even tell the difference anymore. But I needed this. I needed Hound. It was a matter of survival, of redeeming myself. Tears stung the back of my eyes and I blinked them away.
“I’m not hurting you, am I?” he asked, always so fucking sweet.
“No.” I squeezed his muscular ass. “You feel amazing.”
He did, too. Hound reached all the places I was hurting. He filled all the empty spots. I knew it was just sex, but it felt like so much more. I’d never fucked a friend before. Maybe this was what it felt like.
Doubts and worries about what hooking up would do to our friendship lingered at the edge of my subconscious, but I refused to let them in. All that mattered was this moment, this feeling. Closing my mind, I wrapped my legs around Hound and let myself go.
Hound
Even as I buried myself deep in Mila’s wet heat, I couldn’t believe someone like her would give herself to someone like me. Her soft curves cushioned my body, giving me something to grab onto as I drove deeper inside her. She felt so damn good, it was all I could do to keep from blowing my load.
No matter how close our bodies got, we weren’t close enough. I wanted more. Wanted to give her everything. Her moans filled my ears and shot straight to my cock.
I hadn’t fucked anyone since the accident that ended my career. Unused to the movement, my spine ached, screaming at me to stop, while the rest of my body begged for more. Pain and pleasure warred within, threatening to rip me apart.
I deepened my strokes. Fire raced up my spine. The agony made my entire body sensitive. Every sensation—the cool air, her soft skin, her hot breath against my neck—felt erotic. I’d never felt so raw and exposed in my life, and it was such a fucking turn on.
A light sheen covered Mila’s neck and chest, making her glow in the early morning light. She was the most gorgeous woman I’d ever seen, almost mythical in her beauty. Arching her back, she granted me access to drive even deeper inside her. Stars danced behind my eyes. I couldn’t tell whether they were from pleasure or pain, but it didn’t matter. It was everything. Slowing my strokes to get myself under control, I reveled in each welcoming millimeter of her hot, wet pussy, and every relentless complaint from my fucked-up spine.
I’d pay for this later.
And I’d do it again if she gave me the chance. As many times as she’d let me.
Her nails dug into my back, adding to both the pain and the pleasure. She threw back her head and called out my name.
“Carson! Oh, god, yes!”
Ignoring the complaints of my body, I picked up the pace. Her channel tightened around my shaft, ripping curses from my lips as my balls drew up.
“Yes. God. Right there. Ohmifuckinggod.”
The sound of her unravelling was music to my ears. Proud to do this for her, I drove deeper and harder, riding out her orgasm until my own caught up. Fire exploded within me, spreading over my nerves and muscles. Temporarily blinded by my release, I fought off the urge to pass out, hovering my body above hers so I wouldn’t squash her with my weight.
I didn’t want to pull out.
