They fell to the floor. Folk rubbed my back and reached for the lube,slowly, giving me every chance to change my mind.
I didn’t. I just waited with my head down and my chest heaving, craving the sweet hit of pain that was coming my way.
Folk adjusted my body. Then I felt him pressing into me and a wave of delirium swept over me.
So fucking good.
So consuming.
It was everything I needed and I pushed back, chasingmore.
Folk resisted. “Trust me.”
I did trust him. More than anything. But I wasn’t in my right mind and I fought him until reality caught up with me, and the sensation of him sliding into my body almost knocked me off my feet.
Yes.
It was fucking everything, and the deep groan that breached my lungs rattled the damn walls.
Behind me, Folk made a gruff sound and began to move, driving inside me with a steady beat that amped up every time I thought I had a handle on it. Cos it wasn’t just physical, what he was doing to me. It was an epiphany.
Honest to God, until I’d met him in that bar, this vision of having sex with a man had been my worst nightmare. Folded over something with rough hands holding me down. Legs spread while a dude fucked me seven ways till Sunday.
Nope. It wasn’t me.
Except it was. Because it wasFolkfucking me, and I wanted every part of him he was willing to give. His teeth in my shoulder, his bruising grip on my waist.
I wanted it all.
We became a mess of sweat and colliding flesh. Folk shifted and I realised he hadn’t been all the way in.
Then he was, and stars danced in my vision.
I lurched forward, collapsing on my elbows. Folk came with me, driving his cock inside me, his thighs banging against mine, as brutal and sharp as I’d begged him to be. “Fuck.”
It seemed to be all I could say. All I had the breath for.
Folk pulled me upright again, my back to his chest. He took my hand and brought it to my dick, wrapping my fingers and his around it.
That first touch—the first squeeze of pressure, it did me in. My balance evaporated and I lolled against him, taking him deeper inside as my eyes fluttered and he worked my cock, his immovable arm around my waist the only thing holding me up.
His rhythm slowed, strain claiming his whole body, a beautiful tension that seeped into me. “Sure you want me to come inside you? We’re so close—I feel it.”
I felt it too—the breathless desperation. The mad burn in every nerve. Thefearthat he’d pull out before the heat of him filling me reached an epic endgame. “I want it. I wantyou.”
Folk held me tight and drove his hips, jolting me, his hand and mine flying over my dick. He whispered filth in my ear, dirty words cut off by his gravelled moan, and the harshshoutthat spilled out of me as I started to come.
Couldn’t tell you what happened after that. Just that it was messy and hot and that the sound Folk made as he exploded inside me would stay with me forever.
I shook as hard as I had when he’d fucked me naked in my bed.
This time we’d barely shoved our jeans down, and it hit different. A few nights ago, I’d been shattered afterwards, in the very best way. But as we held still for long minutes and our sweat cooled, the tremble in my limbs faded.
I feltstrong.
Folk kissed my shoulder and eased out of me.
We cleaned up in charged, companionable silence until his phone broke the quiet.
