Page 71 of Paper Roses

The feeling of fullness, the way his chest hair rubs against my nipples, and the stinging kisses he’s leaving on my neck—it’s all mind-blowing. I clutch his back, winding my legs around him as he guides me. Soon, I’m moving with him rather than against him. I close my eyes, listening to our panted breaths. They’re loud, and the thought that there are people beyond the closed door working while I’m in here being fucked on Jed’s desk sends pleasure skittering through me.

“More?” he asks.

I nod feverishly. “Give me… Oh god, that’s sogood. Give me everything,” I gasp.

He grunts as he hammers into me. He isn’t gentle now, and I’m fiercely glad of that fact. I don’t need it. I need his sweat on me, his tongue in my mouth, and his hand working my cock as he shoves into me. I grunt and push into his hand as he stretches me more.

“Oh god,” I whisper.

He nods, his teeth stretched back in a snarl. “Come now, baby,” he orders, fisting my cock.

I throw my head back, squeezing my eyes shut as the pressure bursts and my come floods his hand.

“Fuck,” he groans. He batters into me a couple more times. I’m still coming when he grunts and goes still for a moment. Then his cock twitches inside me and I feel the warmth of his come inside the condom.

Everything seems to go dark and our bodies shake and heave together.

He collapses onto me, somehow managing not to crush me, and I wind my arms and legs around him, squeezing him tight. I stare at the ceiling, my thoughts a mass of spinning stars.

Finally, he stirs, pressing a kiss under my ear. “We’re a mess,” he mutters.

I become more aware of the sweat and come sticking us together, and I tighten my grip on him.

His chuckle sends vibrations through me, making me shudder. “I need to get rid of the condom.”

“One more second?” I ask.

He settles back but keeps his weight on his elbows so he can examine my face intently. I love the fact that his hair is messy, and he looks satisfied. I did that. It’s a breathtaking thought.

“Are you okay?” he asks anxiously. “Do you hurt anywhere? I was a little rougher than I’d planned.”

“That was the best thing ever. I feelamazing,” I declare robustly.

He chuckles. His eyes are soft, a stark contrast with the commanding lover of before. I’ve learnt in the last half an hour that Jed is as bossy during sex as he is in the rest of his life, but it seems I get only sugar afterwards. I pull him tight and hug him, very happy with that fact.

After a few seconds, I feel his body go tense, and I sigh. It’s probably time for soul-searching and recriminations. I don’t know why. He just gave me the best experience of my life. “Jed?”

“I’m sorry,” he blurts. I tense as I wait for the axe to fall. “I can’t believe that you of all people want a sex-only relationship.”

That is not what I thought he’d say. “Why not me?” I say, offended. “I’m as capable as the next person.”

“Only if the next person was a nun. Name one sex-only arrangement you’ve had?”

“All my relationships.” I pause. “Well, I’ve only had one, but it turns out that was just sex.”

“That’s not quite what I meant. You’ve got the soul of a serial dater. Not a serial shagger.”

“So?” I rub the tight muscles on his back. He’s such a beautiful man. I can’t believe my luck that this is happening. “I may not have previous form.”

“Form? You’re not Reggie Kray.”

“But I’m perfectly happy to have a sex-only arrangement with you.”

“And we won’t be developing any feelings, yes?” he says, his body very still.

“Of course not,” I lie. What’s one more in the thousands we’ve told so far? Although this one seems more important. But I don’t want to think about it right now. “None whatsoever.”

“Well then,” he says slowly, still examining my face intently. He bends towards me, and I lift up eagerly.

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