"You're so nice and tight," he whispered. He pushed in another finger, parting them to stretch me even more.
"Boner," I whispered. "Please."
"Please?" He thrust his fingers in and out. "You want more?"
"Yes," I said, my vision darkening with desire. "I need you to fuck me."
"Since you asked so perfectly." He worked me with his fingers a couple more times before straddling my thighs and pressing the tip of his cock into my ass.
I closed my eyes, forcing myself to relax. If I tensed too much, this would hurt.
"Harlow," he whispered. "I'm falling in love with you." With the last word, pushed himself in deeper. He stopped to let me get used to his girth. "I mean it. It's not just because my cock is inside your tight little ass."
"I'm falling in love with you too," I whispered back.
It wasn't just because his cock was in my ass either. He was funny, smart and thoughtful. My trust was rattled after Erin's betrayal, but he'd never given me any reason not to believe him.
Neither had she, but right now I didn't want to dwell on that. I wanted to enjoy the moment.
He eased in deeper. "Just when I thought you couldn't feel any better, you do. You're like a spring roll."
I glanced over my shoulder and laughed. "A spring roll?"
"Yeah. On the outside, you look delicious, but on the inside you're hot and fucking tasty." He pushed the rest of the way inside me until he was buried to the hilt.
I groaned with the sensation of being so full, my body pressed hard against the mattress.
"That feels so good," I said softly.
"Ten out of ten," he said. "Would recommend and do it again." Then he stopped talking and started thrusting, slowly at first. Gradually increasing speed until he was pounding into me with even, concentrated strokes.
I slipped my hand down my stomach, down to my clit, rubbing slowly as he thrust. Nudging myself closer and closer to orgasm.
"I'm going to come," he said loud enough to be heard through the entire apartment. "I'm going to fill your ass with my cum."
If the headboard banging against the wall with each thrust wasn't a clear enough indication of what we were doing, his words certainly were.
Once, I would have been embarrassed, but now? I embraced it for what it was. Boner being Boner and giving me his boner. Exactly the way I liked it.
"Do it," I said as I tipped over the edge, coming against my hand, my fingers coated in my own release.
He shouted as he did exactly that, thrusting hard and coming, his body still as he lost his release inside me.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he ground out between grunts. "So. Fucking. Good." He pressed his hips against my ass, milking himself for every drop before finally sagging over me.
We stayed like that for a couple of minutes, both of us struggling to catch our breath. Neither of us wanting to pull apart until he finally had to. The effort of holding most of his weight off me becoming too much.
He flopped down beside me and gathered me up in his arms.
"You're everything," he whispered, nuzzling his face into my hair. "Chef Stabby, most perfect woman in the whole entire world."
"How did I get so lucky?" I asked softly.
At last count, I had three men, maybe four, interested in me, wanting to give me orgasms, wanting to kill with me and for me, wanting to keep me safe and help me get revenge on my sister's killers. What more could a girl want?
"You deserve it," Boner said sleepily. "We're going to find them and we going to bring them down. Every last one of them. I can promise you that."
His promise was the last thing I heard before sleep claimed me.
