Slow down?
No. I was diving into this at a hundred miles an hour, headfirst, no brakes, and fuck the airbag.
I slid my hands over his hips, digging my fingers into the swell of muscle beyond. “Don’t stop, brother. Just fuck me.”
Locke nailed me with a blistering stare, then turned his attention to where we were joined, a deeper heat lighting his gaze.
He began to move, his dick breaching me over and over, upping the pace with every thrust, the impact a rising tide ofsweet fucking god.
Locke braced his knees on the bed, lifting my hips, and like he did with Orla, he watched me, tracking my reactions until he hit the bullseye.
Then it wason.
He fucked so goddamn hard, holding me close, controlling every shift and shunt, sweat coating his chest, jaw set, a rough moan barrelling through. “Fuckin’ hell, Nash. You’re so hot around my dick.”
Words were beyond me. I fisted the sheets beneath me, scrabbling for purchase on the bed, anchoring my legs around his waist.
The action drew him lower, and he planted his hands either side of my head, slowing the drive of his hips to claim my mouth, the double-edged sensation kicking me up another level.
To the edge.
I’m gonna come.
It almost scared me, but as the thought completed, Locke shifted us, pulling out to flip me over.
Breathless, I steeled myself for the blunt force of his cock.
Instead, he drove his tongue inside me.
Goddamn.
A harsh cry escaped me. I widened my legs, dropping my forearms to the bed.
Head bowed.
Submitting.
Becausewow.Where had this magic been all my life?
The feel of him fucking me with his tongue, his scruffy jaw harsh against my skin, it was... insane. As in, it sent me there, to a jagged precipice of madness.
I rode his face without giving a single fuck about anything else.
Could I come like this?
No. And that was the point—it was so nearly there that I drove my fist into the mattress, throttling my lungs.
Locke heard me and pulled back, leaving his teeth marks behind. He slid inside me again, strong and sure, yanking me upright, my spine to his chest, his arm a solid anchor around my waist.
His lips hot at my ear. “We fit together.”
That was it. His only words before he set a new rhythm that fucking blindsided me.
Hard.
Fast.
Not fucking gentle.
