I quivered as the pleasure kept rolling through me, so fecking different from only getting off with my cock. Aspen stopped moving, playing the fecking good guy, which I’d never asked for. I wasn’t Vail and I wasn’t Fallon and I wasn’t doing this half-cocked. I pushed him, and he let me shove him over, but I hissed as his cock left my arse. It wasn’t good at all.
“What’s wrong?”
I shook my head. “Just let me do this.”
When he was on his back again, I moved until I was over his cock once more and sat on it. His mouth fell open and he tipped his head against the bed.
“I want it from ye. If we’re doing this, I’m getting yer cum in me. I want the full fecking experience because I’m not doing this ever again.”
He rested his hands behind his head. “Then take it.”
Muttering, I began to rock my hips again, and maybe I should’ve gotten more lube, but I was in the thick of things now, and I wasn’t backing off. I bounced on him until I took him as deep as I could without gritting my teeth, and he swore under his breath and grasped my thighs, fingers digging in against my muscles until it ached. This was too fecking good.
Aspen tensed and trembled, and I leaned in to slam our mouths together. He moaned and dragged me down while thrusting up, and I could feel the way he hardened as he emptied his load. Us fucking was a strange, beautiful dance that had me feeling odd inside, and I wasn’t sure I liked it, but I did love Aspen. The way he was staring made me feel as if I was ten feet tall.
But he kept looking, and his penetrating gaze began to get to me, so I flopped down on his chest and shoved my face against his neck.
He hugged me. “Do you feel better?”
“Bloody hell. Feck ye.”
He chuckled and I liked the rumble against my chest.
We lay there for a long time and my mind drifted. My brain was clearer when I began to have real thoughts again, which was the feck of it all, as if I’d just run the whole inside of my skull through a car wash and now it was squeaky clean and in perfect working order. I pressed a kiss to his neck and held my lips against the thumping of his pulse.
“Aspen.”
“Mm-hm.” He brushed a hand over the back of my head.
“Those buildings on either side of the salon are taller. There were no men positioned on the roof.” I closed my eyes as he dug his fingers in and massaged my scalp.
He grunted. “No, but they might have cameras.”
“Let’s go in that way.” I brushed the tip of my nose along his jaw and appreciated the way his beard tickled my skin.
“Are you going to flap your wings and fly down?” He slapped my arse. My cock, which hadn’t exactly gone down, firmed up against him and had me wondering if I should just keep fucking him this way—because I would be damned if I called this anything else.Iwas fucking him.
“Ye come up with a plan then,” I demanded.
He shrugged. “Let’s try to go in your way. I don’t have anything better. Maybe we could rappel over or something.”
“What’s this we shite? Let’s send Corbin.” I leaned back to see if he was joking, but it didn’t seem so. What had I talked him into?
He shook his head. “We’ll all go.”
“Christ. I can’t.”
He laughed. “Are you afraid of heights?”
I squeezed my arms around his solid body. “Not afraid of anything.”
“Of course you aren’t.”
Irritation blazed through me. “Ye tricked me.”
He kissed my cheek. “You can’t trick the willing.”
I shoved up and off him, baring my teeth as his thick cock left my arse. He hadn’t softened enough to make it painless, though I didn’t mind the sting.
