“Why what?” What are we talking about? I bite down on the curve of his shoulder, stifling a moan when he squeezes at the top. His cock throbs against mine, and it's so good.So good.“Would it feel twice as good if we merged into one big cock?” Double goodness.
“Probably.” A finger strokes over my hole, playing with it. On every upward stroke of the hand holding our dicks, he nudges the finger in and then retreats. Teasing me. Torturing me.
“I want you inside me,” I beg, squirming. It’s been too long since I’ve felt him filling me. I need it so badly that I’m shaking from it. “I need it. Ineedit.” So badly.
“Me too, baby, me too. Soon.” He kisses me, swallowing all of my sounds and sharing his own. Deep, guttural moans that vibrate through me.
My ass clenches at the mere thought of Grady fucking me. Honestly, that’s all I even need to finish me off half the time. Just the memory of it. The only thing in my spank bank.
There are vague fumbling sounds over my gasps and whimpers and then the telltale click of a tube being opened. Isplay a hand on the glass behind me to keep steady, heart racing, knowing what’s coming next. My hips are already gyrating, mimicking the movement and so fucking ready for Grady’s cock.
Yesyesyes.
It’s a good thing we have an en suite because having to remember to bring lube every time we shower—and take it out—would be annoying. And I’d forget, and then it would get awkward…er. En suite is my friend. Though, considering how nice Grady did up our bathroom while I was gone, I definitely want to test it out on a night that Riley is at my Mum and Dad’s.
A slick finger enters me, stretching my inner muscles. I clutch at his shoulders, pushing back. “More. More.” It’s the only word that I can think of. Justmore.
He adds a second finger and sucks at my neck.
“Two fingers are good,” I slur, drunk on the feel of him. “Three fingers are better. Like three scoops of ice cream. Three is so good. Four even. There’s no”—a third finger enters, and the word turns into a long drawn-out groan—“there’s no—” I don’t know what I was saying.
Grady twists his fingers as he slowly stretches and fucks me. Any twinges from the intrusion are completely gone, and I’m left with nothing but pleasure. “There’s no what, Lake?” he asks huskily.
“There’s nooh my fuck.” Stars burst behind my eyes, heat running up my legs. That spot, that perfect fucking spot, he always knows. He always knows. “Always,” I mumble. “Ice cream.”
Grady’s deep chuckle reaches into me, injecting heat directly into my veins.
“There’s no ice cream?” The fourth finger is a tighter fit, almost too much and not enough. It feels so fucking great, and it’s still nothing compared to his dick. That’s what I really need.What I’m always thinking about. His dick. His beautiful, perfect dick.
“There are no limits. I want all the scoops. You’re my scoops.” He can just keep the scoops coming. All the scoops.
He grasps my leg under my thigh, hooking it up around his waist. I know what’s coming next, and I’m so ready for it.
When he grasps my other thigh, I tighten my opposite leg and use his shoulders to balance myself. And then I’m in his arms, legs wrapped around him, and his cock slides in deep until he bottoms out, and I’m so deliciously full.Yes, this is it.
My eyes roll back in my head, and I bite my lip, nails scratching all over him, my mind scrambling and unable to still. Fuck, there’s nothing in the world like this. I’m so full, split open and so greedy for him. I’d live with him inside me if I could. Just walk around with his dick deep inside me.
I lift myself when he pulls out and drop when he thrusts in, a perfect symbiosis that gets him as deep as he can go. It’s perfect. So perfect.
“You’re my scoop,” I blurt nonsensically, barely understanding my own words. Infinite scoops, and he’s all mine. Mine, mine, mine.
He brushes his hand over my wet hair and kisses the corner of my mouth. “You’re my scoop too.”
My heart warms like melting chocolate. I don’t have the words to truly articulate just how much I love him, how much hegetsme. He kisses me properly, saving me from having to figure it out.
My heels dig into his ass. “Harder. Faster. Please. I need it so hard. Need you. Want to feel it next week. Next year.” The next snap of his hips rattles my teeth, just the way he knows I like it. “Want you permanently imprinted in my ass.”
He pulls out, lowers me to my feet, and then turns me around in one fluid motion. Before I can even recover from themanhandling of my dreams, he’s back inside me, fucking me with hard, slow thrusts. The force of them pushes me to my toes, my legs weak and shaking. The cold from the glass against my palms and my ass isn’t enough to turn down the heat, but it’s a nice kind of relief against the fire.
Grady holds my hips, and his chest disappears from against my back, like he’s leaning back to watch himself fuck me. Yeah, that’s—I want to watch it too.
He stops abruptly, tensing. “What’s this?”
“What’s what? Why are you stopping?” I’m getting close, and even if I weren’t, I could lie in bed while he fucks me for hours. Days.
Fingers brush my hip, tracing something. Oh. My tattoo. I’d completely forgotten about it in the blissful delirium of having his hands all over me again.
He didn’t see it himself since our mouths were fused together while we undressed in haste, desperate and stumbling into the shower. And the deployment happened so quickly after I did it that I didn’t he never got to see it beforehand. I wish I’d shown it to him before I’d left but it had all been such a blur.
