Page 51 of Chasing Sunsets

“Are you okay?” I ask as I fall back on the mattress.

“Yes,” he grunts as he kicks his shoes off and pops the button on his jeans.

My eyes drop to the foil packet he left on the counter by the sink, and I stretch to retrieve it while he slides his jeans down. The sight of him standing there in nothing but his boxer briefs stuns me momentarily. He’s the beautiful one.

I come up onto my knees and run my nails down his abs and over the bulge. He’s hard and ready as I reach in and release him.

I hold the base of his erection with one hand as I stroke him firmly with the other. Rubbing my thumb over the tip and through the drop of clear fluid. His cock twitches in my grip, and his breath catches as he watches me tear the packet open with my teeth and slide the latex over him.

His eyes meet mine as I bite down on my bottom lip. I drink him in—broad shoulders, wide chest, ripped abs, powerful thighs, and the look of pure desire on his handsome face—as he stares down at me. He seems like a giant towering over me, andI have no idea how we’re both going to fit on this tiny bed, but I need him inside of me. Right the fuck now.

Anson

Iwatch as she pulls my painfully hard cock free. And it’s a fucking beautiful sight as she sheathes it, taking her time rolling the latex down. Once it’s covered, her intense blue eyes look up at me with eager anticipation. I bring my hand to the side of her face and caress her cheek before dipping to kiss her. I shove my briefs to the floor as I feed a knee onto the thin mattress. She scoots back, and I follow as she wraps her arms around my shoulders.

I shift my weight and settle between her open legs, positioning my tip at her entrance, and she sighs.

“Yes, right there,” she gasps.

I plant a hand on the wall behind her head and raise my hips. Then, with one swift thrust, I’m inside her. Filling her completely.

She cries out as I bring my lips to her ear, and I slowly pump in and out of her hot, wet flesh.

“Shh, baby.”

She swallows, and her cries turn to muted sobs as I reach behind me and grasp one of her legs. I bring it up over my hip so I can move deeper, faster, as I bury my head in her neck.

She feels so damn good—her muscles pulsing around me as I find my rhythm. She fists her hands in the sheets at her sides, throwing her head back as I nip at her earlobe before sliding my lips down her neck. Kissing her softly as I pound into her tight heat.

My breaths start coming in short, labored pants as I try to hold on, but I can feel my balls tightening as tension coils at the base of my spine. Tabby releases the sheets, and her hands wrap around me, her fingertips digging into the muscles of my back as she rolls her hips to meet mine.

“Fuck, you feel good,” I grunt as her core constricts around me. “I’m not going to last much longer.”

“Me neither,” she pants when I slip my hand between us, stroking her in just the right spot. “Ahhhh, Anson,” she exclaims as her body begins to convulse, pulling me deeper until I lose control.

My mouth clamps down on hers as pleasure courses through me and explodes as I buck wildly into her. She takes every thrust, murmuring her pleasure against my sweat-slicked skin until I collapse on top of her.

We lie here, wrapped in each other, her fingers absently tugging at my damp hair as our breathing calms and our skin cools.

Fuck me.

This girl is more than just trouble; she’s dangerous because I’ve never felt anything close to this before.

I untangle from her long enough to discard the condom and fill a glass with water. I bring it to her, and she sits up. Once she’s had a drink, I set it on the counter and rejoin her.

The bed is way too small. I realized it the moment I carried her over, but I crawl back into it anyway, taking her by the hips and rolling her with me. My knees are practically to my chest with one foot hanging off the edge. Now that I’m lying down, wedged against the wall, with Tabby pressed against me, it’s even more uncomfortable. But I don’t care.

She’s curled into my side, her head tucked under my chin, warm and soft and so damn content. Meanwhile, I’m doing my best not to fall off this ridiculous twin mattress. My left arm is pinned beneath her, my right is draped awkwardly over her waist, and my legs … well, they’re doing their best to find space where there is none. One is bent at an angle that I’m pretty sure isn’t natural, and the other dangles off the side, toes barely brushing the floor.

She shifts slightly, her breath warm against my collarbone. “You okay?” she murmurs, but I can hear the smile in her voice.

I glance down at her. “I’m fine,” I grunt. It’s a lie.

She lifts her head, and in the dim moonlight streaming in from the small window above us, I catch the sparkle in her eyes.

She’s laughing at me. “You sure?”

“Yes,” I say, even as I try to subtly maneuver my shoulder into a less painful position. It doesn’t work.

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