Page 17 of If I See You Again
“Would you let me fuck you again?”
He whined.
“Please.”
We scrambled over the mattress, my fingers finding the lube stashed under the pillow. I’d placed it there for easy access.
“Condom?” I asked.
Malcolm shook his head. I’d used one the last time without asking, but his giving me permission to go without this time was profound. It meant a level of trust that was significant. I wanted that trust. Earned that trust. Would do anything to hold on to it.
I doused my hand and coated my cock with the slick, moaning as the cool liquid made contact with my overheated skin. My hand slipped between his legs, finding the crease of Malcolm’s ass. His hole clenched and unclenched as my middle finger pressed against the muscle.
“Breathe, gorgeous. I need you to breathe.”
This time was already so different. We had been so intent on not breaking the spell with our first encounter. Now I could talk to him. Give him my words.
“Oh, God,” he gasped as my finger slid inside. His eyes opened to look at me.
There was something so sexy about eye contact while you fucked your partner. That they knew exactly who was with them and who brought them to the brink of ecstasy. Malcolm’s pupils were blown wide with lust, swirling with so many emotions and feelings. I could see right down to his very soul like this.
As much as I’d like to take my time prepping him, that single look was too much for my libido. I needed this man. I quicklyshoved a second finger inside, causing Malcolm to grunt at the intrusion.
“Are you good?” I asked.
He nodded, wide-eyed and full of awe.
My fingers left his body, and I was lining my dick up, pressing the head inside, both of us hissing at the pressure. It was glorious and all too much. I’d never dreamed of entering someone bare. It was the problem with settling for hookups. You didn’t gain that level of trust with someone. But this was so much more.
Smooth, warm silk surrounded me as I pushed in deeper, pushing the oxygen from my lungs. Malcolm was perfect.
“Fuck, gorgeous. You feel so damn good.”
Malcolm’s eyes slammed closed, and incoherent nonsense fell from his lips. Our bodies rocked together in a perfect rhythm. A harmony of our own making. We could make such beautiful music together if we tried.
We snapped together again and again, fitting together like two perfect pieces of a puzzle. This was meant to be. It had to be. We were built to be at this place at this moment in time. It was maybe sappy to think so, but fuck, I wanted Malcolm so damn bad that I didn’t care where my thoughts were flying. I could picture a future with this man. Something I’d never imagined with anyone before. It was all a quick bang and a goodbye in the morning… if I even saw them in the morning.
“Da—David,” he cried, his back arching from the bed as he reached between us. Long, delicate fingers wrapped around his cock as he jacked himself in time with my thrusts.
It didn’t take long for him to fall over the edge. Cum sprayed between us and painted his chest as his walls clamped down around me. My vision blacked out as I threw my head back, chasing my own release. Malcolm was already impossibly tight, and now he was even more snug. This was the definition of bliss.
Sweat bounced off my body as I pounded into him, little cries filling the air as I continued my assault on his overstimulated body.
And then it hit.
I fell over the edge, emptying myself inside of Malcolm in hot, powerful spurts before I collapsed on top of him.
Chapter 13
Malcolm
This was a mess.
I’d never been in this position before. Mr. Thomas had already stopped by my office twice this morning to make sure I was okay. I wouldn’t normally hide away completely. He’d insisted that maybe we needed a second opinion on David… Mr. Garrison’s account. As much as I wanted to object, it wasn’t my place. He was so convinced I was the right person for the job months ago, and suddenly, he had his doubts.
And after the other night… his doubts would be justified.
I wasn’t about to tell my boss that I was sleeping with the client.
