Page 49 of I Could Be Yours

He finds his pants and retrieves a foil square. I take it from him and tear it open. He braces himself on one arm, watching as I roll it down his length. And then he settles between my thighs again and slides low.

His face contorts as I tilt my hips up and he fills me, one glorious inch at a time.

“Oh fuck.” He drops his head, and his lips find my neck. “Shit, Ess.” His entire body quakes, and he fists the sheets beside my head.

I stroke his cheek and encourage him to look at me. “Hey. Hi.”

“Essie, baby...” He groans.

“Feels good, huh?”

He laughs and drops his forehead to mine. “So much better than good.” His eyes are a little wild. “Are you okay? Is it okay?”

“It’s awesome. You’ve got a fantastically large cock, and I’m super full of it, so whenever you’re ready, you can fuck me right through this mattress to the floor.” I grin and tap his ass with my foot.

“I don’t know if you want to give me permission to do that.”

“Oh, I know I want that.” I bite his chin. “Come on, Nathan, teach my pussy a lesson.”

He shakes his head and frames my face with his hands. “You’re fucking perfect, you know that?”

I don’t have time to come up with a saucy retort. Because hepulls his hips back and snaps them forward. At my loud, encouraging moan, he picks up the pace. And does what I asked—hips slapping, bodies colliding, hands caressing. He changes the angle so he hits just the right spot, and I come again. I’m spinning in pleasure, drowning in the intensity of his eyes. And when he comes, it’s fucking magnificent. And definitely, without a shadow of a doubt, the best sex of my entire life.

Especially when he lies on top of me for minutes afterward, stroking my hair and kissing my neck. “That was fucking phenomenal.” He rolls to the side, manages the spent condom, and shifts to face me. “Want to order room service and then do that again?”

I grin. “Yes, absolutely.”

“Cool.” Nate grabs his phone from the nightstand and arranges the pillows so we’re half-sitting up. He stretches his arm across the pillows and pats them. “Come check out the menu.”

I bite my lip. “Are you trying to cuddle with me?”

His expression shifts to uncertainty, and my silly heart clenches. I think about the way he softens every time Rix hugs him. He was abandoned by his mother and raised in a house of competitive athletes. Inside this grumpy man is a boy who was probably starved for affection.

I roll into the space he’s made for me and drape myself over him like a human blanket. “I vote nothing with garlic, and we should definitely get dessert.” I scroll up the page. “Everything looks good.”

“Burger and fries?” he suggests.

“No onions, though.”

“Agreed. How about a fruit platter for some balance?”

“Good idea, and we can round it out with the brownie sundae?” I add.

“Sounds perfect.” He places the order and tosses the phone aside. “We have half an hour.” He rolls over on top of me and fitshimself between my thighs. “I vote you let me play with your clit piercing again until the food arrives.”

“I mean, if that’s what you want to do.”

His smile makes my thighs and chest clench. “Oh, I want to.”

He kisses his way back down my body and makes himself comfortable. I’ve just come for the second time when there’s a knock at the door. I clap a hand over my mouth as Nate rolls off the bed. He’s naked and very, very erect. He swipes across his chin with the back of his hand.

“You can’t answer the door like that.” I point to his hard-on.

“If you answer the door naked, I’ll have to murder whoever is on the other side,” he states flatly, then calls out, “Just a second!”

I shrug into his shirt, fasten several buttons, and push him back so no one else gets an eyeful of dick.

I throw the door open, but immediately attempt to close it because it’s not room service on the other side. It’s Flip.

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