He nodded. Slowly. A reflex more than a truth.
I pressed a little harder, waiting for that hitch in his breath. Because I knew the feeling that was crashing over him. That moment when pain turned to magic. The shock and awe that something so invasive could feel so good.
He began to relax. Our foreheads were still pressed together, his hands on my face.
Mine were everywhere, slippery with wayward lube, possessed by the need to feel him beneath me.
The only place I didn’t touch him was his dick. I left it trapped between us, at the mercy of the slow rhythm I stoked.Deepand slow. Every drive inside him ratcheting up the tension insideme, coiling tighter and tighter, binding my muscles and nerves, shattering my self-control.
Myrestraint.
I became powerless against my biology. I thrust faster, pulling his leg tighter around me.
Decoy expelled a harsh breath. “Fuck.” He tipped his head back, arching his neck. “Fuck.”
I chased him down, pinning him to the bed, gripping his chin, coaxing him to look at me again.
His eyes were wild, his pulse thrumming in his neck like a hummingbird. “Tell me you’re okay,” I whispered. “Or tell me to stop.”
Decoy took a shaky breath. “Don’t fucking stop. I’m okay. I just... I never knew it could feel this good.”
It made me wonder what had happened to him between now and that night in Paphos. Least, it would’ve done if I’d been conscious of the fly-away thoughts dancing through my head.
But I wasn’t. I wasn’t conscious of anything except his hooded eyes and set jaw, his ragged breaths and soft sounds of pleasure.
And the need to come so bad that my heart skated on the edge of combustion.
I backed up enough to slip a hand between us and find Decoy’s cock. It was hard and pulsing. I wrapped my fingers around it, squeezing as tight as he was squeezing me, and his eyes rolled, muscles jerking, more dirty words spilling from his mouth.
So close.For both of us, and I loved how he made me feel so unhinged. It was the best kind of crazy. This loopy euphoria. I left my hand on his rough jaw, let go of his cock with the other, and braced myself on the bed, bending my knees, pulling more power from my hips.
Decoy made another hot sound, and his muscles locked. I watched every emotion pass through his eyes before he shuddered through his release.
Watching him fall apart pushed me over the edge like a train had rammed into me. I fought to keep the instinctive thrust of my hips in check. That last drive of primal pleasure. But it overwhelmed me. My mind whited out and my body took over. I buried my face in his shoulder and came so hard I couldn’t comprehend how I was still in one piece when I returned to earth.
He got there before me. I came round to him rubbing my back, no pressure, just comfort.
I raised my head.
He gave me a dazed half-smile, the tremble in his strong body rattling my heart.
Condom. I needed to get rid of it and clean up, but this...him, I couldn’t let go.
It was a while before we came up for air.
I left the bed for the briefest of moments, then I lay down beside him again.
He shifted to face me.
I reached for him like I did in the night sometimes, when I woke up just to skim my hand down his bare arm and hear him sigh in his sleep. “All right?”
“You don’t have to keep asking me that.”
“I know.”
In the dark, Decoy smiled. Then it faded. “Your phone went off while you were in the bathroom.”
“It rang?”
