Sure, that was a good way to end up with two sneaky bottoms, but it turned out that both of us had decided on unvarnished honesty.
It was also impossible to feel ashamed about needing to be filled when Sev was pushing my knees back to my chest and diving tongue-first into my ass. I’d gone home after practice and cleaned up—thoroughly—so I felt pretty confident about what he was doing with his tongue.
Actually…
“Stop, stop, stop,” I begged, letting my feet fall to the bed as I tilted my hips to the side, away from his perfect mouth.
He pulled back immediately. “Did I do something wrong?”
“No. Fuck no. I was about to come all over myself.”
God, his smug smile did something to me. He grabbed the lube and proceeded to suck my nipples—he really did love worshipping them—while warming up my hole, and it was fucking everything.
“Close,” I warned.
He pulled back from my nipple and left his fingers inside me. “This feel good?”
“So good. Fuck, I need to be filled.”
That old sense of embarrassment flared up, but the desperate need made me push past it. Well, that and the visceral hunger in his eyes telling me that he wanted to fuck me as much as I wanted to be fucked.
He immediately withdrew his fingers, notching his cock against my hole. Pressing my knees against my chest, he slid forward, stretching me with that perfect mix of pain andfuck yes.
He paused. “You okay? Need me to pull out?”
“Don’t you fucking dare,” I blurted out, my voice ragged. Tilting my hips, I coaxed him farther inside me. “Maybe suck my tit while you’re fucking me.”
He grinned, triumphant. “Absolutely.”
Latching on to a nipple, he made the most profane, wettest nursing sounds. It was a complete mind fuck with his overall aesthetic, especially as he slid his hips forward, mixing more of that good stretching ache with pleasure.
I groaned as he bottomed out, then wrapped my legs around him.
He released my nipple with apop. “Fuck. I love your thighs.”
Tightening my grip on him, we locked eyes as I forced him to go deeper. Within moments he was taking me apart, using his hips and knees to create a scooping motion that was going to be the fucking death of me.
Suddenly, my knee was over his shoulder and he was even deeper. Then, he was speeding up.
“Your body is so fucking perfect,” he whispered, grabbing my cock, stroking it in time with his goddamned hip thrusts.
“Close,” I whined, unsure if I could survive another round of edging.
“Come for me, sexy man.”
On his command, my orgasm hit like a freight train. I didn’t try to stop it, loving all of the places in which he had entered me and sucked me and held me tight. I barely choked back a shout, my hands moving to his hips to force him in deeper, longer, more.
“Gonna come,” he warned me. I nodded, knowing the question in his eyes.
“Breed me, Sev.”
He groaned with permission, rolling his hips until heat started to fill me. Fuck, it was the best feeling in the world and I never, ever wanted it to stop.
CHAPTER 8
SEVERIN
Rhys’s roadschedule was conspiring against us. As grouchy as that made me, it was probably a good thing. If I had regular, easy access to that man’s body, I’d fall in love with him so quickly. I’d enjoyed hooking up in the past and had been worried that wanting to be in a relationship meant giving up some of the passion.
