I slam my hips back to meet him and everything becomes pure animal fury.
His cock pistons into me so hard the couch screams against the floor boards.
“Fuck!” I choke out. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”
Carey curses behind me.
His grip on me is so tight I know I’ll bruise.
My free hand braces the back of the couch.
My battered thighs shake.
My toes dig into the rug.
A cracked and ugly garble shakes up from my chest, but I don’t care. There’s nothing left to care about but me, and Carey, and this very moment.
This is truly where I belong. Beneath him. Completely and utterly his.
I come so hard my whole body locks up as I shake through it; Carey still inside me, taking what he needs until his teeth sink into the back of my shoulder.
He buries himself to the hilt, and stays there.
His whole body shudders as his weight bears down on me.
I feel him pulse inside me.
Once.
Twice.
His breath pounds against my skin.
Three times.
Carey collapses on top of me, his full weight pressing me into the couch.
I love it here. I want to be crushed by him.
Neither of us move.
Neither of us speak.
The only sound is our haggard and uneven breathing as it slowly finds a shared beat.
His cock is still inside me.
Still hard. Still warm.
I can feel his heartbeat against my spine.
I reach behind to stroke his hair, and he nuzzles into my neck. “I don’t want to move.”
“You don’t have to,” I tell him, and I mean it; now, tomorrow, and ten years in the future.
Iput the four empty beer bottles I’m carrying in my left hand on the kitchen bench. Without taking my eyes off my phone screen, I slide the bottles forward until I hear them clink against the growing pile of empties.
Shawn:I know about you and Carey.
