Page 104 of Becoming Us
He sucked again, slow and deep—and I was gone.
I came with a loud cry into my arm, my whole body trembling with release. Thank fuck he held me up, arms wrapped around my hips, or I would’ve melted into the floor.
He stood, still bracing me, as I struggled to catch my breath and get my thoughts back in order. His lips grazed my neck, sucking lightly, and his hard cock pressed hot and heavy against my lower back.
“Can you stand on your own?”
I huffed a breathless laugh. “You’re feeling very good about yourself, aren’t you?” I said, surprised I could even form words, let alone full sentences.
He pressed a kiss to my cheek, his grin warm against my skin. “Well, you did like it. Can you walk?”
“I think so,” I said, though I wasn’t sure at all.
His lips brushed over my ear. “I want to take you to bed,” he whispered.
Fuck. Me.
A shiver rolled through me—full-bodied, involuntary—from that simple statement. “You can take me anywhere you want.”
His breathless chuckle filled the small space between us, soft and sweet, before he tightened his arms around me and eased me off the wall. He left me beneath the spray to rinse off the cum I’d managed to get all over myself—and not just the wall—while he slid the door open.
“Uh-oh.”
I turned off the water. “What?”
“I forgot to bring in the towels.”
I plastered myself to his back, kissing every inch I could reach. My hand slipped around to his cock, giving it a squeeze. “So what? Col’s not here yet. We’ll mop up after you rail me.”
Atty sighed as I started stroking him. “But the floor…” he tried, until I twisted my hand over his crown, and his words trailed off.
“The floor will survive. Besides, I like you wet,” I said, dragging my other hand over his ribs and down to his ass. I hesitated for half a second, then gave it a light smack. The moisture on our skin made it sound incredibly satisfying.
Atty jolted, a shocked laugh bursting out of him. “Did you just spank me?”
I grinned into his back. “My hand slipped.”
Still laughing, he grabbed my wrist and tugged me toward his bedroom, trail of water be damned.
As soon as the door closed, we were on his bed, soaking the sheets as we kissed like we were starving. I felt almost giddy with anticipation, even though my body was still buzzing with aftershocks. His hard cock rubbed against my hip as he rutted down over me.
“Sweetheart, get the lube. Focus,” I said between kisses.
He nodded but didn’t move, diving right back into my mouth. It took a couple of minutes and a few halfhearted attempts before he finally broke away to reach for it.
“Are you sure this is okay?”
I raised an eyebrow, teasing. “What happened to Mr. I-can-make-you-come-twice?” If he weren’t already flushed, I was sure that would’ve turned the tips of his ears pink.
But then the corner of his mouth twitched playfully, surprising me. “Do you want to bet?”
“What?”
“That I can do it—and before I do too,” he said, tapping his forehead against mine.
I chuckled. “You’re really feeling yourself today.”
His smile turned into the full-dimple version, and I couldn’t help staring.
