I bent to kiss him, our lips writhing, his stubble brushing against my skin, our moans passing from mouth to mouth. The edge inched closer and closer by the second, my desire a rising storm.
“I’m close,” I whispered into him. “I’m so close.”
He thrust upward, hitting my sweet spot harder than before.
“Fuck!” I gasped. “Fuck, fuck?—”
He wrestled me onto my back, his cock popping out of me.
Put it back in!
Oh, he did. Threw my legs over his shoulders, grunting like a cave man. Upping the ante, burying himself back into me. Hard. So hard, with such feral fucking lust.
“Yes!” I cried. “Yes! Fuck my fucking brains out.”
With piston hips and animalistic ferocity, he went for it. His flesh slapping against mine, sweat dripping from his face. Pounding, pounding, pounding. Stealing my breath, leaving reality behind.
I grabbed his firm biceps, crushing them as he thrust like his life depended on it. Eyes on me, only for me. Never missing a beat, the true king of bedroom athletics.
Ben didn’t know what he was missing.
The intensity of his fucking took me apart, the edge mere inches away.
“Just like that! Oh, yeah! Oh, fuck! Oh?—”
I came, shooting over my stomach like my balls had just exploded. The orgasm was so extreme myeyes actually rolled back, all of me catapulted into the firmament of those rainbow stars.
He climaxed seconds later, filling me up with hot yumminess.
Panting, he met my lips again, making out with me while still inside me for a good five minutes.
Tension released.
Itch scratched.
But what happened next?
Fuck it! Just bask in this ecstasy for a while.
What an amazing idea.
Chapter 31
OLLIE
Isaac left my room ten minutes later. Not under a dark cloud, but under a good one. A new one.
Wow.
I stayed naked beneath my duvet, my room filled with his nutmeg and vanilla scent. My lips tingled, my dick wanting him to come back.
Man, my head swam in confusion as much as elation. No regret. I didn’t regret what we’d just done. I’d love more of it. But where did it leave us? We’d have to discuss it, set some boundaries or rules or establish a label for what we were now.
Not boyfriends, but maybe fuck buddies? I could roll with that. I missed sex, and he was something else. A velvet vice for my dick—both his mouth and his peach backside.
I lay there, eyes on the azure skies outside, the dapples of sunlight on my walls like remnants of him.My body wanted to stay here for a while, revel in the aftermath of him.
I’ve slept with The Sun…
