Page 87 of Paper Roses

I clutch him close and let everything go—all my worries and concern, the hopes and the love I feel for him—all lost in this passion between us.

When he pulls away, his mouth is swollen, and the colour is high on his face. Keeping his eyes locked on mine, he pinches my nipple again. Another sharp, vicious pinch, and his face is dark with want as he watches me squirm.

“You like that?” he says hoarsely.

“Iloveit,” I whisper.

His eyes flare. “No one else can do this for you.” I nod, and he hands me the lube packet. “Open it,” he orders, and I make haste to obey him. “Now get yourself ready.”

It’s awkward but he lifts me higher so that I can contort and reach for my hole. The first touch makes me screw my eyes closed. “God,” I whisper.

“Eyes open. I want to see,” he snaps.

My eyes fly open. Our gazes clash and hold as I insert my finger. I’m tight, and in the pain is a flare of dark pleasure.

“Keep looking,” he orders.

I hold his gaze as I open myself up with one and then two fingers while he watches me with hungry, avid eyes.

“Enough,” he finally says. “Give me your hands.”

I lift my arms, groaning as he grabs my fingers and sucks them. “They taste of you,” he says, and I squirm to get closer. “Arms around my neck. Hold on tight.”

I hasten to obey, bracing myself as he reaches between us and slides the condom on. The sight is so arousing that I fear I’ll come. But then he thrusts inside me, making me give a sharp cry.

He goes still, panting, his breath hot on the side of my face. “Okay?” he gasps. He kisses me, and I cling onto him, feeling the stretch and burn.

“It’sperfect,” I say fervently.

The sex is hot, fast, and furious. He hammers into me, grunting loudly with each thrust while I cling on like a limpet, wrapping my arms and legs around him and forcing myself down on his cock. In this position, he’s hitting my prostate almost constantly, and I shudder in his arms, gasping, my toes curling. Sweat clings to both of us making us gloriously sticky. His hot breaths strike my throat, and I suddenly need to see him. I grab his hair, and his face comes up. His lids are lowered sexilyand sweat runs down his cheek. His lips are drawn tight, and his cheeks are ruddy.

“Jed,” I groan.

“Fuck,” he grunts, pushing into me again. “I just want to fuckingliveinside you.”

I curl my arms around his neck, dragging him closer and groaning as his hair-roughened body rubs against me, the wet tip of my cock painting stripes on his stomach.

“I’m close,” he says, burying his head in my neck and biting down on the tender junction at my shoulder. “Do you need my hand?”

The bite lights me up like a pinball machine, and I clench my arse. A loud groan escapes me as I come all over him. He follows me quickly with a long, drawn-out moan. I feel the warmth of his come.

“I wish you weren’t wearing a condom,” I gasp, shuddering as another wave goes through me. “I want to feel you come inside me.”

A deep shiver rocks his body, and his head comes up. We stare at each other. He looks dazed with pleasure, which makes me feel good.

“You’d want that?” he asks.

I clench around him in response.

He jerks like he’s been electrocuted. “Artie, have some pity, or I’m going to drop you on the floor.”

I frame his face in my hands. “I want to feel it running out of me.”

A wry look crosses his face. “And there’s the minx again.”

We both grunt as he slips out of me, and I wind my arms around him tight. “No, don’t go,” I whisper.

He kisses the side of my head. “I’m not going anywhere,” he whispers. “But it’s cold. Let me take care of you.”

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