Page 37 of Blood & Bone

Luca caught her before they did.

He brought her down onto his lap, careful of his injured shoulder despite his claim that it was functional. June straddled him, still breathing hard, her wet pussy resting against the length of his cock.

He kissed her. She tasted herself on his tongue now, mixed with the fading trace of blood.

“Condom?” she asked.

“In my jacket.”

His jacket lay over the back of the stool. June reached for it, found the wallet, and located the condom without comment.

She tore the packet open and rolled it down his cock.

His hands tightened on her hips.

“June.” Her name came out lower this time. Rougher. “Once you start…”

“I know how sex works.”

A sound escaped him that might have been a laugh under less strained circumstances.

June rose onto her knees, positioned him at her entrance, and lowered herself onto his cock.

The first stretch stole the next thing she might have said.

She stopped halfway down.

Luca went completely still beneath her. His fingers spread across her hips, holding without forcing, his eyes fixed on her face.

“Too much?”

“No.”

She sank lower.

Her pussy opened around him inch by inch until she was seated fully on his lap with his cock buried deep inside her. The fullness bordered on pain, but only at the edges. At the center was heat. Pressure. The hard pulse of him surrounded by her body.

June braced one hand on his uninjured shoulder and moved.

The first stroke was slow. Up almost to the head, then down until her clit rubbed against him.

Luca’s eyes closed.

She did it again.

His control lasted three more strokes.

Then his hand slid into her hair and dragged her mouth to his. He fucked up into her as she rode him, meeting every downward movement with enough force to make the cot frame strike the wall.

June moaned into his mouth.

He swallowed the sound. His hand moved between them, his thumb finding her clit with infuriating accuracy. He rubbed tight circles over it while his cock drove into her, each thrust hitting deep enough to send a jolt through her stomach.

“Harder,” she said.

His eyes opened.

“Your shoulder…”