Page 118 of Save Your Breath
“Let me guess,” he mused, voice low and gravelly in my ear. “You’re used to men who make this part about them.”
He filled me, rocking into me, smiling against my neck as I moaned.
“I bet you just performed until it was over. I bet you faked it for them every time.”
I gasped when he picked up his pace, fucking me harder, my clit getting more and more action.
“You won’t fake it for me. You won’t have to. Now let loose and give me number two.”
“Yes,” I breathed, and with that word, I surrendered again.
I gave in to the way it felt to have Aleks thrusting into me, to feel every hard, thick inch of him inside me. I succumbed to the sensation of his hands all over me — on my hip, gripping my hair, wrapping around my neck and squeezing. I relented to the ever-present buzz thrumming through me, my climax building like a slow, drum-heavy beat.
“Give in to me,” Aleks murmured low against the shell of my ear, pushing inside me deep and hard. “Give in to me, Strings.”
I moaned, writhing against him and the bean bag and seeking every bit of contact he would give me in that moment. I reveled in the feel of him surrounding me, in his weight on me and his hands roaming all over. And when he picked up his pace, flexing into me in the perfect rhythm, I caught just the right friction over and over to make me combust.
The second orgasm was different from the first — a low burn in my belly that seemed to eat me alive. I came slowly, the waves lasting longer, my whimpering cries muffled by the bean bag as I gave in.
When the last of my climax shuddered through me, I fell limp, heaving as I gripped the bean bag and smiled against it.
“Still hate this thing?” Aleks asked with his lips curling against my skin. He was still moving inside me, flexing slowly and stretching me wide.
“I think I might need one of my own.”
He kissed my slick neck with a chuckle, helping me up from where I’d been stretched out on the bag. I was stiff and sore as heassisted me, and then his hands were in my hair, his mouth on mine, his kisses deep and promising.
“Your turn,” I mused.
“You think you can handle more?”
I scoffed, pushing on his chest until he fell back to sit on the bean bag.
“Shut up and let me ride you.” I threw his words right back at him, basking in the smirk he rewarded me with.
And then Aleks threw his hands up, repeating his sentiment from earlier. “Yes, ma’am.”
Snappy Beats
Aleks
Fucking Mia was better than any high I’d ever experienced.
It was better than a fist fight on the ice, better than scoring a goal, better than winning the Stanley Cup.
It was everything.
I told myself not to think too hard about what this meant or about what came next as Mia sauntered over to me, doing a little spin to face the windows and offering me a picturesque view of her backside. I could still taste her sweet cunt on my tongue as she pulled her hair to one side and over her shoulder, hands running down the slope of her waist and hips as I watched.
Then, she peeked at me over her shoulder and smacked her left ass cheek.
I bit my lip on a smile, soaking up every second of her feeling confident and comfortable and sexy. Because she was.God, she was sexy as hell, and I couldn’t believe I had the privilege of having her like this.
Slowly, she waved her hips from side to side, backing up a bit each time until she was between my legs. I stroked myself as I watched her, heart thrumming, cock begging for relief. It’d taken everything in me not to come the second I’d slid inside her.
Wordlessly, Mia maneuvered my legs closer together, enough so that she could climb on to straddle me.
To straddle mebackward.
