We’re both sitting up on the bed now, looking at each other.
“You sure?” His hand touches mine as though he wants to ground us, make us think about what we are doing. I trust him, though, in this way at least.
“If you are.”
He trails his fingers up my arm. “Yeah. I am.”
He pulls off his boxers, then he kisses me again, letting his hands roam all over me. I’m on fire.
When I move to all fours he positions himself behind me. He nudges at my entrance and I guide him inside. The firstsweep of sensation pulls at all my nerve endings, like all the perception in my body has narrowed to the place where we are joined.
“Oh, Jesus,” Grant says from behind me. He props his forearm on my back and leans over me. When I turn to look at him, it’s like he’s trying to get his composure. “I can’t handle this,” he pants.
“You can.” I shift back against him, and he groans again. “Can you move, though?”
With a soft whimper, he pulls out a little, then pushes back in, and I prop myself on my elbows. It’s good—amazing, even—but I need a little more.
“Can you touch my clit?”
He reaches around me and strokes, andthis.This is better than anything.
“I’m serious, Kendall. I’m not sure I can stand it.” His breath is shaky, his words choked off on a strangled sound. “You feel . . . and you’re so fucking hot.”
“Don’t come yet,” I tell him.
He moves with a little more purpose. His fingers keep up their rhythm, and before long I’m starting to feel closer, like I can tip over that edge again. His breathing is labored, though, and the taut way his hips move tells me he’s also close.
“Stop,” I say.
“Goddamn it.” He drapes himself over me.
“Poor baby.” I move forward so he slides out. “Lay on your back.”
He follows my instructions. He looks absolutely wrecked, though, and I’m delighting in it.
“Will you ride me? Please?” He sounds like he’s going to cry.
I straddle him, then grasp his cock and rub it against my clit. I start to put him inside me again but only let the tip in before I pull him back out.
“Please don’t tease me, baby. I am hanging on by the barest fucking thread here.”
I finally sink down on him, and his relieved sound ramps on my own sensation. I like this position, too, and I grind on him, chasing the sparks of pleasure.
Up, over, and then I burst. I cry out, convulsing around him and chanting his name.
He surprises me by flipping us over.
“My turn,” he says, and I don’t challenge him. He doesn’t look like he can wait any longer.
He’s intent, focused, and he pounds into me until he cries out as well, his face twisted in bliss. I watch him come undone with no small amount of fascination.
I hook my legs around his waist, keeping him in place. He lifts his head to find my gaze.
“Thanks for not denying me that.” He trails soft kisses down the side of my neck.
I giggle. “I could tell that you were at your limit.” I keep my hand on his waist when he slides out of me.
We’re silent for a few moments. The ding of a notification on one of our phones sounds from the living room. My bedroom smells like sex, a musky scent that’s weirdly hot, like a reminder of this animal, feral thing we just did.
