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But I didn’t need to be told as I chased the high surging through my body, spearing myself on his fingers in quick passes. I was so wound up and ready to detonate right there. Precum leaked from my dick, and I reached down, squeezing my crown in an attempt to keep from coming too soon.
“Do you have any idea how fucking hot you are like this?” Nash murmured with a kind of awe I’d never heard before. There was a rush that came with that, knowing how he was taken with me.
He removed his fingers, and I felt his absence deeply. Fuck, I needed to be full of him. The feeling was only momentary as Nash grabbed my hips and slammed into me. I cried out, hands clawing against the counter as twinges of pain mixed with pleasure.
His hand wrapped around my neck, and he hauled me off the counter. I twisted slightly as his fingers turned my jaw. His mouth clashed with mine in a want for more. Teeth, tongues, and panting breaths. I fisted my cock, stroking fast while he pounded into me.
I braced against the counter and pushed back into him as he drove into me hard, holding me exactly where he wanted. We were a mess of slick skin and swear words as both of us raced toward our individual releases.
“Need you to come,” Nash grunted and buried his teeth hard into my shoulder, as if grounding himself. He knocked my hand away and took over, his fist skating faster and harder over my length. The rough calluses from playing guitar added a delicious kind of friction—something I wasn’t used to. Something that threatened to rip me apart.
My balls were impossibly tight as my lust-driven state had me wound up, panting, and barely clinging to reality. Electricity surged up and downmy spine while liquid heat pooled in my core. I was right there as my cock pulsed in his hands.
“Fuck, fuck,fuck,” I managed to get out. My words only made him go faster. It pushed me over the edge without hesitation. I exploded, catastrophically falling apart in his hands and seeing stars as I came in thick spurts of cum that went everywhere.
His teeth sank in deeper as he dragged my ass down hard on his cock, burying himself inside me completely as he filled me with his cum.
“Fucking hell,” he gasped while his body convulsed and shuddered against mine. I made a sound of agreement, my brain needing a solid reset before I could form words. He wrapped an arm around my torso and kept me close as he slid out of my ass. Warm cum slipped between my ass cheeks and dripped down my legs.
Nash pressed the flat of his tongue over the bitemarks to soothe them as he gave me a slight squeeze. The gesture was oddly intimate, sparking something uncomfortable in my chest. It was a feeling I didn’t want to entertain, and so I pulled away from him to create space between us. Taking the initiative, he stepped back further.
I stretched a little and took stock of my body. His marks were everywhere, from bruising holds to bites to how my ass was already sore. I’d feel him tomorrow, not that I minded in the least. I liked it that way. I craved that kind of aftermath.
What I didn’t want was the mess I’d made on the counter, one I’d ultimately have to clean up. Cum dripped off the island countertop, and there was definitely some drizzled over my coconut strips.
“Shit,” I grumbled. “I have to throw all this away.”
“No, you don’t,” Nash replied. He grabbed a piece of coconut and popped it in his mouth—cum and all.
I’d never look at coconut or chocolate the same again.
CHAPTER 19
NASH
Ahandtouchedmyshoulder,and I reacted, pulled blindly out of my sleep. Instinct guided my every move.
Tug.
Pull.
A yelp.
Twist.
I dragged the enemy to me, an arm locked around their throat. My heart galloped wildly in my chest as I saw red.
Had to kill.
Had to survive.
I drew in a deep breath while my hold slowly tightened.
“Hey, hey, hey!” a panicked voice exclaimed, tight and strangled. The sound of it sliced through the sleep-ridden haze. He slapped my arm rapidly. “Just me! Just… me! Nash!”
The trickle of awareness took a moment to filter in.
Hard floor.
