The pressure was overwhelming, swallowing me whole until all I could focus on was the passing of Avery’s cock over my prostate, hitting me perfectly like he fucking knew what he wasdoing. I don’t know how the hell he was so good at getting me off, because at some point it was turning from sheer dumb luck to something else entirely.
“That good for you?” he asked. When his forehead pressed against mine, he shifted his hand away from my face, soon wrapping it around my aching cock. “You like someone fucking you like this, don’t you. How long have you been waiting?”
So fucking long.
My nails dug into his hip. I could only let out a strained groan in response to his question.
He ground his hips into my ass, clearly reading it for what it was. “I’ll make sure you forget all about them. Everyone else who touched you before me.”
I loved the possessive tone in his voice. Needed more of it, actually. I hoped that was a fucking promise he was willing to follow through on. Because at this rate, I’d be lucky to remember how to fucking breathe.
I let my leg fall back from his hip and replaced it with my hand, slapping my other one on his ass cheek and digging my nails in deep. He groaned at that, pistoning his hips back and then slamming into me.
The momentum of it pulled a strangled gasp from my lungs, all other thoughts but Avery’s cock pounding into me erased from my mind.
“Right there—” was all I could get out before my tongue got tangled on the words.
He swirled his hips slightly, nailing my prostate over and over again in time with the hand stroking my cock. It was like a race to see which was going to get me to come first: his hand or his cock. Fuck, probablyboth.
Was that even possible? My eyes snapped open.
Without warning, my balls squeezed, and soon, I was coming all over his hand and my belly. Waves of it dripped down hisknuckles, coating them in a milky sheen that was fucking hot to look at.
Ripping my hand away from him, I hooked my leg up around his hip once more and locked it there. “Keep going. I want you filling up that condom.”
I needed to see him come again. I needed that twisted up expression to be ingrained into my mind as he emptied himself inside of me and replaced all of the fantasy versions I’d cooked up over the years.
Nothing would compare to the original, and I was ready to be proven wrong as to how I’d imagined it.
His thrusts were erratic. That tight control he usually had over himself was nowhere to be found while he lost what little he had left in the pleasure of my body.
I loved it.
I lovedhim.
“Oh fuck.Bran—” He was done for.
“That’s it, baby,” I babbled. “You feel so fucking good. You’re gonna make my ass yours, right?”
His expression pinched. Eyes flickering with unhindered want. “Already is.”
Yes. I slapped his ass cheek and dug my nails in again. “Show me.”
With an arched back, Avery rolled his hips once more before locking us together, fusing himself against my ass while he hissed and exploded inside of me. His moan came deep from his chest, vibrating slightly against my own when his body settled against mine.
My arms came around him instantly, curling tight to keep him tucked into my body while we both panted. I smoothed my fingers through his hair, brushing the slightly damp strands away from his forehead.
That was... wow.
He trailed lazy kisses along my jaw until he lifted his head in order to reach my lips again.
I could get used to the press of his lips against mine. Hell, I could get used toallof this.
Laying bed together. Letting our bodies slowly relax until our heartbeats were in sync again. Feeling the way his arms tightened around me and held me close like I was something precious to him.
“Come home with me in the morning.” Avery’s voice was soft as he spoke. “Hazel will cook us breakfast.”
I loved the sound of that. It was so domestic, so goddamn safe sounding. “Only if you talk her into making us those hazelnut pancakes.”
