I couldn’t help it. I reached under his arched hips and pressed my hand against his lower stomach. “Pretty sure that’s me.”
“Don’t,” he groaned, wiggling against me as he took a sharp breath. “I’ll fucking lose my mind.”
“Isn’t that the point?” I asked him, grinding against his ass and making him moan pitifully.
“Fuck off,” he said with no actual heat or venom.
“I love ya like this,” I told him plainly. “No sassin’, no anger, just desperate for my dick.”
“Fuck you…and yes, yes I am,” he said without a hint of shame or regret. It was one of the things I loved about him, especially because I knew that between his weird relationship with his parents and trying not to be ‘weird’ while in the Army, there had been fertile ground for shame and guilt. Add even more of a chance with me because he had lusted after me the whole time we had been on the same team.
Yet that was something he had never shown the slightest sign of, and actually it was the opposite. It was a lot like he described it, greedy. Because he had been denied it before, he wasn’t going to be denied it anymore. Even if it meant feeling me all the way deep inside him in a place he hadn’t felt someone before, he was going to take it.
“Oh,fuck,” he hissed when I pulled back and thrust, not as hard as I could, but enough to jolt his body. “Fuck yes, do that…and don’t stop.”
“Ya sure?” I asked, eager because, in all honesty, I had always been forced to be careful with previous partners, and while I sensed I could be less careful with him, I didn’t want to risk it.
“God, please,” he gasped, shoving his hips back so I was buried to the fullest. “Keep going and don’t stop.”
I wasn’t totally sold on the idea, but I was willing to try a little more. Rearing back, I worked up a rhythm, not punishing, but harder than usual, especially when he was so vulnerable and bent before me. Except for every bit of force I carefully added to my thrusts, he pushed back, demanding more. It was as if I were being tested to see if I could give him exactly what he wanted, and yet each time I thought I was doing too much, he would demand even more.
What should have just been a frisky roll in the hay was quickly escalating, and I broke out in sweat as I thrust down into him at a pace I would have never dared with another partner. Yet not once did I feel I was doing too much, going too hard. If anything, I felt like even my best, my hardest, my fastest, wasn’t going to be enough. That he would take everything I could give and want more.
He could take it, though. That much was obvious, even as I was burying myself with thrusts that made our skin crack against one another, mingling with his cries that were growing louder and more abandoned. I was chasing those sounds, eager for more of them, oblivious to what was going on in my body as I slammed down into him.
It was only when his head rose with a strangled gasp that I came back to reality, realizing his body was bearing down around me with a force I recognized immediately. I didn’t dare change what I was doing, continuing to hammer away at him and leave him gasping and writhing.
Then I felt it, the way his body went so tight I thought he might explode until his back arched and his muscles squeezedaround me. I didn’t need to look to know he was spraying the sheets because we’d once again forgotten to put down a towel. I had achieved what he swore had never happened to him before, something he believed wasn’t possible.
Which was all it took for me to slam home one more time and cry out, hunching over his sweating back. My next cry was choked as pleasure wracked my entire body. I had fucked him into an orgasm, and I was lost in the way he held me tight, his muscles gripping me, and the high of having achieved the impossible. My fingers bit into his hips as I held him tight, every instinct screaming to stay as deep as possible, as if that would somehow break the biological impossibility and make him pregnant.
“Ah, shit,” I groaned, careful to pull out before I grew too sensitive. That was tricky, as I had made the mistake a couple of times of pulling out too quickly, and while he swore it didn’t hurt, it was areallyuncomfortable feeling for someone on the receiving end.
“Oh, fuck,” he gasped as I drew him closer, pressing him against my chest.
It was a high unlike any other, and I didn’t even know what other highs felt like if they didn’t involve alcohol. It was like flying high and yet being more grounded than I ever remembered feeling as I clung to him like a drowning man clings to the only floating object nearby. He was the source of my high, the source of my comfort, and the source of everything that felt right with me in that moment…and in a very long time.
“How?” he asked, his sweaty forehead pressed against my sweaty chest, and he held onto me with a hold that was both desperate and yet loose. “What thefuckwas that?”
“The thing ya said was impossible,” I told him.
“Oh my God,” he said with a shaky laugh. “Is that…is that you being smug? Are you being smug right now?”
“A little,” I admitted with a snort. “That a problem?”
“God no,” he said with a laugh, twisting so he was facing me and gripping the side of my face with a smirk. “I’ve never seen you smug about anything before.”
“Well, I mean,” I said, suddenly feeling like I was being put in front of the class to answer a question I had no hope of ever answering. “Ya said no one’s ever done that to ya before and then?—”
“You did it,” he said with a smile; it was small, private, and full of meaning. “You fucked me until I came, of course you’re smug. You have every right to it.”
“Well, ya know, I’m big,” I said, suddenly no longer liking the spotlight.
He snorted. “Trust me, big doesn’t meanshit. If anything, big just gives some guys the excuse that it’s better. No, you got me off because…because, well, I guess because we?—”
I watched his expression grow distant and thoughtful, and I tried to bite back my immediate demand to understand. There was something going on in his head, and I needed to let him work through it.
Except—
