Page 51 of Dream Chaser
He thrusts into me.
The stretch is intense; a white-hot burn forces all the air out of my lungs. He holds there, letting me adjust, letting my body negotiate … all of him.
“You need a hug?” His attempt to mock me fails. There’s a surprising note of gentleness.
“Go slow, player,” I rasp, digging my nails into his back for leverage. “We’re not on a clock.”
A smile tugs at the corner of his mouth, and then he starts to move, fractions of an inch at a time, a slow, deliberate campaign of conquest. My thighs shake, and I can feel the sweat slicking my lower back against the cool cotton.
He has an elbow on the bed, beside my head, ink on his inner arm. His other hand is gripping the back of my thigh, my leg hitched over his hip. Each thrust forces a little involuntary sound out of me—nothing cute or pornographic, just raw, guttural grunts that sound like they belong to some other animal. He seems to like that.
He angles up, finding a spot that makes me clench around him, and his whole body shudders in response, finally giving me the idea that I have some leverage here.
“So fucking tight,” he grits out, voice almost strangled. “You’re perfect, Iz.”
It’s filthy and sincere at the same time, and it makes something inside my chest fizz and pop.
I wrap my other legs around his waist, lock my ankles, and match his rhythm, meeting each drive with a push of my own. His eyes roll, teeth grit, and his expression changes. I catch a touch of vulnerability, and I hate that I like that.
I’ve never been manhandled like this, never been treated like an equal and a challenge in the same breath. It’s addictive. The rush of it, the sense of being completely outmuscled but never outmatched.
“Is that all you got?” I gasp, biting back an actual scream as he bottoms out. That last inch is an act of pure stubborn willpower.
He bares his teeth, sweat dripping down his temple. “You want more?”
“Try me,” I dare, and he does.
We keep at it, relentless, until the world narrows to just the slap of skin and the sound of our voices tangled together. When the tension breaks—when I come harder than I thought possible—I may have blacked out for a second, because the next thing I know, his whole body weight is on me, slick with sweat, his heart beating hard against mine that’s doing the same.
“You’re a fucking menace,” he groans as he pushes up on his elbows, and I’m too wrecked to argue.
We both stay there for a while, breath catching up to heartbeats, not saying anything, just basking in the weird, electric aftermath. At some point, he reaches over and laces his fingers through mine, like we’ve been doing this forever.
That’s when I realize maybe I’m not just here to scratch an itch. Perhaps this is the beginning of something far more dangerous.
I plant my hands on his chest and push. “You’re too big. Get off?—”
He twirls a finger in my hair. “Not too big. Definitely not too small. Izzylocks, it was juuust right.”
Chapter 12
Post
Griffon
Ishould be sleeping. Or reveling. Or panicking.
But I’m just … lying here. Arms behind my head, eyes on the ceiling like it’s got answers. It doesn’t. Just that weird stucco pattern.
I should be thinking with my dick right now. I should be trying to get her to stay, maybe make some stupid joke about round two or breakfast in bed. That’s what I do. That’s who I’ve always been.
But something has been cracking open over the past few months. Maybe it’s because all I ever dreamed has been realized, and then I see how much more there is. Hell, I have suddenly become attracted to pregnant women. I’ve never wanted kids, not after I lost …
I pause and remind myself,Do not go there.
My grandparents are the best people you could know. They did everything humanly possible for a kid who got dumped onthem. I am loved, I love them, but I see how it can be now. Bigger, louder, and I want that … eventually.
She may not want to admit it—hell, I didn’t until just recently—but tonight? It’s been a long time coming. From our first standoff in the merch supply closet when I started here, there was a crackle, a spark, and it wouldn’t have stopped until this happened. Not gonna lie, I’m curious as fuck to see if it’s still there after what just went down. My suspicions, perhaps even a fear, is that tonight just fanned the flames.
