Page 79 of Shift Change

Now, I was gasping and yelling. Words tore out of me because I couldn’t hold them in, and my voice bounced off the walls, begging for more because I couldn’t get enough of him.

“God, yes,” he choked out. “Never... this good.Love you!”

I locked my arms around his back, holding him so tightly it was a wonder he could still breathe. Chuck stayed propped on his elbows, hands cradling my face, kissing me between the broken cries that spilled from both of us as we rocked like a supercharged machine.

Tears filled his eyes and spilled down his cheeks, and a harsh, guttural sound ripped out of me. It took a second to realize it was a sob.Jesus Christ,now I was crying too.

We struggled for breath, wide-eyed and wrecked, staring at each other as tears slid between our kisses. There were no words left, no sounds big enough. There was only the overwhelming crash of everything we were feeling—pleasure, awe, and love.

The tears ebbed as a fresh wave of dazzling, red-hot sensation rose through me. Chuck must have felt it too, because his rhythm changed. He pounded into me harder as the slap of skin on skin echoed louder through the room.

My balls tightened, tingled. My legs spasmed around him. The scent of us—sweat, musk, and sharp arousal—surrounded me. The mattress gave the perfect amount, holding me in place as Chuck pounded me.

The need to come locked onto me like a vise. My whole body strained for it, desperate for release. I tried to reach my cock, but my muscles wouldn’t cooperate. Then I realized it didn’t matter. I was about to come without even touching myself.

“Really close!” I shouted.

Incredibly, he sped up, thrusting into me with wild, frantic movements. I slapped my hand weakly against his back, clinging to the last thread of control as the edge raced toward me.

Curses and nonsense flew out of both our mouths.

A few more thrusts—God, just a few more…

“Jesus!” I cried out as it crashed into me, a thunderous eruption that shattered everything and punched the air from my lungs. My body seized, and my heart hammered out of rhythm. I was trapped under him. I couldn’t move or scream. I couldn’t do anything but come while Chuck kept driving into me like he couldn’t stop.

“Goddammit!” he yelled. He slammed in deep one last time, stiffened, and with a choked grunt, came hard.

I felt him, the hot flood deep inside possessing me, filling every part of me with something bigger than anything I’d ever known.

Chuck groaned and collapsed on top of me, burying his face in my throat. Completely spent, I stroked my hands over his back while I tried to catch my breath.

“It was incredible,” he whispered. “I love you so fucking much.”

“Off.” My voice was thin and pitiful. “Can’t breathe.”

“Fuck.” He rolled to the side. “Sorry.”

His cock slipped out of me, and I felt unbelievably empty. It took all the energy I had to squirm over beside him, and when I turned on my side and laid my head on his chest, his cum trickled out of my ass.

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I jerked awake with a snort. The room was bathed in afternoon light, and Chuck had me wrapped in his arms. It came rushing back, the incomparable thing we’d done, and doubt reared its head. Questions slammed through my mind at warp speed. How would he feel about it? Would he be glad, or would regret start creeping in? Would he still love me? Would he pull away?

There was no doubt we’d both enjoyed it—God, we’d lost our minds—but I was an expert in how post-sex regret could take you apart, even when everything had felt perfect in the moment. Would it be too much for him later? Would he wake up and realize he couldn’t handle what it meant?

Carefully, I moved my head enough to see him, and my heart kicked hard. “Fuck.”

He blinked at me. The worry line was back between his eyes, and he was biting his lips.

Shit, hedoesregret it. Or at least, he doesn’t know what to do with it.

Chuck’s face was close enough for me to see the layers of brown in his eyes. I had no idea what to say. How the hell could I start a conversation that might help him deal with things?

Humor never failed, so I cleared my throat. “So.Um… that was quite the… team bonding exercise.”

He snorted. “Yeah? What drill was that? Puck possession?”

“I was thinking more like defensive coverage. You know, making sure we didn’t leave any gaps open.”

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