Page 126 of Flare

“Hard. Hard and fast.”

I snorted. “Remember you asked for it. Back up.” I grabbed the handle on his harness and helped him to the edge of the bed so I could stand. Then I lined my cock against his slack hole, paused for a second to take in the moment, and pressed inside.

“Jeee—sussss,” he ground out as I popped through the ring of muscle. “Fucking hell.” He made to push back but I grabbed both his hips.

“No. No. No. Wait up.” I panted, his tight entrance a goddamn vise on my dick. “I want this to last more than three seconds, just saying. Breathe, baby. Breathe and let me in.”

“Thanks for the advice,” he said in a strangled voice. “Grandmothers and eggs, baby, grandmothers and eggs. Now, shut up and fuck me.”

“Okay.” I got a tenuous hold on my threatening orgasm and pressed forward, slowly, slowly until finally I was fully seated. I blew a slow breath, relieved that I hadn’t embarrassed myself, and leaned back for a better look at where I disappeared inside him.

“Holy fucking son of a bitch.” He huffed into his pillow, neck corded, beads of sweat glistening on his shoulders. “It, ah... shit... you’ll need to give me a second, yeah?”

“Sorry.” I ran a soothing hand down his spine. “Take all the time you need.”Not really. He was so tight, so hot, so... everything, I was still struggling not to shoot before I got in a single fucking stroke.

“Don’t you dare apologise,” he muttered. “I fucking love it, it’s just... yeah.” He blew a few more breaths. “Okay, I’m good to go.”

“Thank Christ.” I pulled out to the tip before plunging back in, earning a loud rumbling groan for my effort, almost rattling the windows. I reached for that second tie and shoved it in his mouth. Then I slipped a hand around Beck’s hip, and yeah, he’d flagged just a little. I pumped till he was back on track and then picked up the pace with a series of long, hard thrusts, adjusting the angle for a couple of slow drags over his prostate.

Beck moaned and grunted around the ball of material, and I grabbed his harness, pulling him back onto my dick so I could better slam into him—his tight heat, those muffled groans, the quiver in his legs, all pushing me closer to the edge.

Two more thrusts and Beck shot all over the mattress with a series of muffled grunts and I shoved him down and followed a few seconds later, pulsing into the condom in a wash of pleasure that laid me flat over his back, my fingers gripping his hips hard enough to bruise as I continued to shove inside him until I was done.

“Christ almighty,” I gasped, my sweaty cheek sliding on his equally sweaty shoulder as I reached around to pull the tie free of his mouth and pull at the slip knot on his harness. “What the hell was that?”

“Fun. That’s what that was,” he gasped, trying to catch his breath. “Fucking dragons.” He laughed. “But I think I might need you out of me, like now. I feel a little like that lamb on the spit we had last Christmas.”

I snorted and he winced as I slowly pulled free, breathing himself down as I tied off the condom and aimed for the bin, surprising myself by making the shot.

“Oh. My. Fucking. God.” He collapsed on his belly. “There’s a white flag waving out my arse, isn’t there?”

I chuckled and ran a finger down his crease, resting the pad over his slick pulsing hole and circling it gently to soothe the muscle until his breathing eased and he rolled to his back.

“That was fucking amazing.” He pulled me down, and I stretched like a cat beside him, my spine popping like bubble wrap as I lifted his hand to my chest and he turned to face me, sighing happily.

He traced small circles above my right nipple and then over my tattoo as we lay there, sated and content, lost in the weak morning light filling the room.

“Happy?” He tipped my chin up and kissed me—lips swollen and criss-crossed with my teeth marks from earlier.

“Very.” I kissed him back. “Which, considering what I have to face today, is kind of a miracle.”

He frowned. “I thought you couldn’t get into Flare for a couple of days yet. You do know Kip’s taken it upon himself to plan the re-launch of Flare, including roping in a huge clean-up crew including your mother, Leon, Hunter, Greg, Drew, Jack, and even Rafe’s been conscripted, plus a lot of names I didn’t recognise. And he’s already contacting suppliers.”

I stared. “What the fuck?”

“Oops.” He grinned slyly. “I guess yourmanagerhasn’t let you in on his plan yet?”

I narrowed my gaze. “No, he fucking hasn’t.”

Beck brushed a thumb under my eyes. “Maybe you could let go the reins just a little and let your friends help.”

I carved my fingers through his hair and then scratched them down his beard. Could I do that? I didn’t know. But maybe I could try.

I screwed my face really tight and then let it go with a dramatic sigh. “Yeah, okay. All right. But I’m gonna suck at it. You do realise that, don’t you? And then everyone’s going to get angry with me.”

“Who are you and what have you done with my prickly but insanely sexy control freak?” Beck pulled me close.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” I grumbled.

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