Page 68 of In Too Deep

“You okay?”

I smirk and push him, forcing him to turn and roll over onto his back.

Coby watches me as I climb over, straddling him, and place my hands on his chest. “Can I lead this time?”

He smiles, positioning his hands on my hips and hoisting me up slightly, pulling me in line with his rock-hard cock. “Absolutely.”

I nestle down, placing my pussy in line with his cock and sliding down slightly. We both moan as I slip down on him, enveloping him completely. My head falls back—I haven’t buried myself this deep into him before. He’s panting. I rise and slowly cover him again and dig into his chest as his finger moves in line with my clit, and he presses on it, instantly making me gasp as I steadily ride him. The pleasure engulfing both of us is obvious from the way we’re both moaning as he moves his hips in time with mine.

Thrust after thrust, I slide up and down on him perfectly. The synchronization as we move together as one is perfect, with our bodies sliding together.

I move my head back looking down at him, and he’s staring at me. As he rotates on my clit again, it sends a shockwave right through me. His expression is one of pure lust and adoration.

This man cares about me as I do him.

He swirls on my clit again, and the heat washes over me once more as he thrusts into me. My body quivers and tenses as I squeeze my eyes shut and ride him hard. He presses firmly, and everything around me starts to spin as I catch my breath, arching my back. My muscles tighten, and I moan out as I orgasm on top of him. My fingers dig into his chest, but I’m careful not to leave marks as I come down. I continue to ride him as I attempt to catch my breath and fall back down to earth.

He thrusts inside of me, and I need to kiss him, so I inch down, pressing our chests together and kiss him tenderly. He yanks my hair as I ride him. My hands grip either side of his shoulders as we continue to move at a rhythmic pace. The angle is different, and it’s hitting a different spot than before, which, in turn, is working me back up. I didn’t think I could go again, but I’m thinking I might if it keeps going this way.

Coby thrusts inside of me as I drive down on top of him. His hand gripping my hair in a dominant way is only turning me on more as his other moves to my arse and grips my cheek. I moan as he moves with me.

We slide together, both our bodies glistening with sweat. The heat rises and washes over me, and my back curves as lights sparkle and dance behind my eyes. My breath stops as my muscles seize, he tenses his, and we both moan as he unloads inside of me.

My climax has me contracting around his cock right as he blows his load. I bury myself in him as we both pause and break the kiss, panting from our joint orgasm.

We’ve never done that before, but fuck that was incredible.

My head rests in the crook of his neck, and he rubs up and down my back as we both pant.

“I can’t believe we have sex like this,” he murmurs, and I chuckle.

“We’re so good at it,” I reply and stay on him for a few minutes in an easy silence as we both come down from our lofty heights, his hands stroking and caressing me in every way until I become too cold and have to slide in under the covers.

It’s great to have him here.

To rely on him.

He’s shaping up to be an amazing man.

And as I drift off to sleep, I dream of him rather than the nightmare of my real life.

***

Opening the door, I turn to my left and then right to check if anyone is nearby. No one’s around, so I grab Coby, and we hightail it out of my unit and down toward the stadium.

As we arrive, a crowd gathers around the televisions, and I furrow my brows at Coby, who shakes his head. We walk up to the monitor to spot reporters going nuts over something. Then the headline flashes all over the screen—Australia’s first drug cheat shames our Olympic Games. Caro and the Hughes are seen to race off in the background, being swarmed by reporters.

Gasping as Coby wraps his arms around me, I blush.

“Jesus Christ,” I murmur as the reporters run up to Caro and the Hughes. One knocks forcefully into Trinny, making her fall over. My stomach lurches as I watch the horror unfold on the television screen in front of me.

“Fucking hell,” Coby whispers.

Anger surges like adrenaline flowing through my veins. Pulling out of Coby’s grip, I grab a flyer stand nearby and throw it across the room. I groan as Marta walks in, and her smirk irks me to the very core.

“Lacy!” Coby calls.

It’s all white noise.

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