Page 39 of Bond Strength

“God, I could live in this hole,” I groaned and fucked harder into Declan. “Just stay in here forever.” My thighs burned, my breaths came out ragged, and lust formed a steady thump through my system. My balls ached with the need to come, the relentless urge driving me forward again and again and again.

Declan’s face was flushed, his legs spread, and the vulnerability of the position, how sinful he looked sprawled out like this, dosed me with lust. Heat flushed through me in an intense sweep, and my gasps echoed in the room, mingling with his whimpers. The tight squeeze of his hole would be my undoing, a bliss I’d never found in anyone else. He fit me perfectly, like we were inevitable. Destined.

A few strands of my hair were glued to my forehead, but I didn’t try to blow them away as I fucked him hard and fast. I dug my nails into the flesh of his thighs, the pinkened skin on his ass from our collisions stroking me with more heat. Holy hell, he would be my undoing, and I’d gladly fall.

“I can’t—” he gasped.

His hole squeezed me tight, and his cum rocketed into the air. Several drops flecked onto my chest, the rest landing with a splat ontohis stomach. Fuck, the way his channel wrung me out—the breath hitched in my throat.

I didn’t stop driving into him, but my balls drew up, and my orgasm hit me with freight-train force.

My cum flooded the condom, and I pitched forward, tightening my grip on his thighs to the point I’d leave marks. Pleasure rushed through me in such a blinding sweep that my vision blanked to sheer white. I closed my eyes, surrendering to the sensations, and stayed in place, not daring to move.

I remained buried in him in suspended bliss, savoring how our bodies slotted together. My breaths slowed, and my body hummed, not just from the orgasm but also from the exertion.

Slowly I righted myself, even though I didn’t pull out. My cock belonged in this snug heat, and I’d stay there as long as humanly possible. However, he’d been holding the position for long enough in those restraints. I first unlocked the restraints on his ankles and helped him lower each leg, then undid the ones around his wrists.

“Are you going to park there permanently?” Declan asked, an amused grin on his lips. His gaze remained dreamy as if he’d been depicted in watercolor, and I memorized the fucked-out look of him. How his dark brown strands were swept across his forehead. The deep red fingerprints on his thighs that would turn to bruises. The redness of his ass cheeks from how hard I’d been riding him.

“Not a bad idea.” I grabbed his arm and lightly squeezed to get the circulation pumping around the wrists. I did the same with the other arm and then grabbed his ankle to do the same.

Declan squirmed. “I need to get the cum off me.”

“You mean you don’t want cold cum all over your skin?” I teased, lowering his ankle and pulling out. I missed the heat, the connection at once. “Fuck, I want to live in your hole.”

“Maybe another time,” he said, an enigmatic grin on his lips.

Goddamn. He clearly had an idea in mind, and I couldn’t wait until he spelled out every last detail.

“Let’s go get cleaned up.” I tied off the condom and dropped it in my trash, then extended a hand. Declan slipped his in mine, and the slight tremble of his limbs reminded me of how much he’d exerted himself with the position. “Want me to carry you?”

He leveled me with a look. “I’m not so far gone that I can’t stand.”

“Clearly, that’s a challenge.” I didn’t let go of his hand as we walked to the bathroom. “So, what you’re saying is you want me to tie you up again?”

“Yes, and yes,” Declan said. “It shuts my brain down in the best way.”

Only in the bathroom did I let go of his hand and turn on the shower. Once the spray got warm, I guided him in first. The sight of him standing there under the pour of water, his body glistening, his head tilted back in surrender, struck me square in the chest.

Declan was in my home.

I could see far too easily how this man couldbecomemy home. And the thought terrified and thrilled me in the same breath. Because if he decided a relationship wasn’t for him, that I wasn’t the one he wanted, I’d be wrecked.

However, for now, I stepped into the shower after him and basked in the afterglow.

Chapter fifteen

Declan

Istirred and shot up. The bed I lay in wasn’t mine.

I didn’t do sleepovers—it wasn’t a part of the whole hooking up thing for me—and I liked being in my space far too much anyway. However, a heavy arm was slung around me, and the familiar scent of sage and cedar tickled my nose, soothing me.

Noah.

I was in Noah’s house, in Noah’s bed, with Noah’s arm around me.

He was so much larger than me, broad shoulders and sturdy muscles from years of working as a mason. His body rose and fell with his deep breathing in slumber, and I couldn’t help but stare, even though my vision was blurrier without my glasses. His dark lashes were so pretty fanned out with his eyes closed, and the slight pout of his lower lip made him even sexier.

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