Page 83 of Puck Me Back to Life

I guess he got frustrated because he pushes me face first into his pillows and mounts me from behind.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I moan into the pillows as his penis spears into me. “Don't stop.”

“Come on my sheets, Kai.” His hand massages my sore buttocks.

I gasp, my back arching to push myself further against him. His hands grasp my hips so hard that it starts to burn.

It pushes me over the edge. “Ash! Yes! Oh god. Oh god.” My cum leaks from me onto his sheets.

He fucks me harder and harder until I'm seeing stars.

Ash grunts, bowing over my body. I feel something wet drip down my thighs.

I shake my head. “Jesus.”

Ash falls on top of me, careful to carry some weight in his arms so he doesn't squish me.

“Oof,” I chuckle. “You're impossible.”

“And yet...”

I can practically hear the rest of the sentence.

And yet you're still here.

And yet you're filled with my cum.

And yet you're wearing my shirt.

I pull away before he can say any of it. The sudden loss of warmth hits immediately. Ash notices too. His eyes follow me as I climb out of bed. The oversized shirt falls nearly to my thighs.

Ash definitely notices that. His gaze drags down once. Slow. Then back up.

His jaw tightens, something possessive flashes across his face before disappearing.

I snatch my briefs from where he tossed them away hastily.

“Stop looking at me like that.” I walk into his bathroom to clean myself up.

His eyes follow me. “Like what?”

I crack the bathroom door for privacy but also so he can still hear me. “Like you want to eat me. I can't do that for a third time.”

I hear a warm chuckle.

After a few minutes, I come out of the bathroom, walking slightly off kilter.

Ash is still lying naked on his bed, phone in hand. He looks up at me and smiles.

“Coffee?” he asks.

“You drink coffee?”

His expression turns offended. “I actually love coffee.”

“What are you, a barista?” I grin before I can stop myself.

“A hobbyist barista, sure.” Ash gets up pulling up his sweatpants. He leans down to kiss my forehead. “I'll make you a latte.”