Page 23 of Softer Than Stone
Chris made it impossibly easy to let my guard down. A skill I didn’t think I should make him aware of. Christ knew whatelse he could make me do. Eat Macca’s…. I barely suppressed a shudder. Fuck, I wondered if he could talk me into?—
“Did you just say you wanted to eat Macca’s?”
I blanched. The man was so dangerous that I didn’t realise I was mumbling away aloud.
“Eat Macca’s… I think not.” Not that eating a McDonald’s a time or twelve in my youth hadn’t gotten me out of a tough spot. A secret I’d take with me to my grave.
Chris turned his head just enough to smirk at me, his expression equal parts smug and devastatingly charming. “Don’t act like it’s beneath you. Fries are universal.”
“Universal garbage,” I shot back, ignoring the thought of how satisfying eating grease-infused fries could be. Instead, I focussed on kneading my thumbs into the tense line of his shoulders.
He groaned, the sound sinful enough to make me pause. “Keep doing that, and I bet I could get you to eat a Filet-O-Fish.”
I snorted, leaning closer so my lips brushed his ear. “Don’t push your luck. You’re notthatcharming.”
Chris hummed, entirely too pleased with himself. “Give me time, chef. Everyone’s got a breaking point.”
“Mine’s food poisoning,” I deadpanned.
“Yet here you are,” he murmured, letting his head fall forwards under my touch. “Falling under my spell. One fry at a time.”
“Dream on,” I muttered, but the warmth in my chest betrayed the smile tugging at my lips.
Without warning, he turned, almost bucking me off from where I sat astride his thighs before he caught hold of my waist to stop me from falling. Once on his back, he settled me on the top of his thighs, our cocks brushing. Matching moans spilled free as I tried and failed to tear my eyes away from his cock.
“It should be illegal to have such a pretty dick.” My tone was all matter of fact.
Chris snorted out a laugh. “Is that right?”
“Yup.” A smirk curved my lips. “How are your muscles feeling?”
The pads of his fingers rubbed in gentle circles across my skin. “So much better. Thank you.”
“So, you’re relaxed and unwound enough to sleep?” The arch of my brow made my intentions pretty damn clear that energy still buzzed through body. I was more than okay for him to harness it.
Chris darted his gaze around my face, not letting up his slow, sensual circles. “I’ve still got muscles you haven’t touched tonight, if you’re interested.”
Subtlety went flying out of the window when my dick jerked. “Is that right? That not too strenuous for you tonight?” While I desperately, eagerly wanted to be balls deep inside him, we were both bordering on exhaustion slamming into us.
“If you’re happy to stay almost right where you are, then I think I can manage just fine.” His tone screamed sex and promise and the possibility of a tomorrow. And how he managed all of that in a few simple words was beyond me, but I wanted it all.
More than anything, I wanted to fuck him into the mattress. My cock wept at the possibility, a bead of precum dripping to the underside of my cock and landing on his balls.
A shuddery breath escaped Chris, his eyes flaring with heat when I moved to settle between his legs after I took hold of the bottle of lube we’d left next to us on the mattress.
“I’ve got a feeling this is going to go fast.”
Satisfaction filled his expression. “Even after coming three times already?”
“With my cock deep inside you—” I didn’t hold back the shudder rippling over me as I gripped the base of my cock. “—fuck, I’ll be lucky to get two long strokes in before I fill you with my cum.”
“Fuck….” The word tore free from Chris with a moan. “That’s okay. Just get inside me. There’s always tomorrow.”
I slowed my fingers as I worked them inside his tight channel. “Is that, right?” I pushed deeper, and Chris parted his knees wider.
“Uh-huh.”
“And what if I only last three strokes?” I slipped my two fingers out before breaching him with three.
