Page 26 of Only for Tonight
"Yes. God, yes." She lifts her head and looks at me with brown eyes dark and wanting. Trusting.
Something in my chest tightens. This woman. This brave, beautiful woman who said yes to three strangers. Who trusted us with her body, her pleasure. Who's looking at me right now like I'm worth something.
Dangerous. She's dangerous to my sanity. To my heart.
"Good." I kiss her softly, then harder. "Gonna make you feel even better."
I start to move, lifting her and letting her fall back down, setting a rhythm that's slow and deep and possessive. Mine. Ours. Whatever. I just need her.
She gasps with each thrust, nails digging into my shoulders, making those sounds I've been dying to hear up close. Better than I imagined. So much better.
James finishes dressing and checks his watch but doesn't look away. Can't. "You look perfect together."
"Feels perfect," I grunt, picking up the pace. Harder now. Deeper. "Feels like she was made for this. Made for my cock. Made for us."
"She was made for all of us," Luca adds, pulling on his boots but still staring. "Our perfect girl."
I claim her mouth, kissing her hard and deep while I drive into her. Swallowing her moans. Drinking in every sound, every gasp, every whimper.
She's close, tensing around me, getting tighter with each thrust. I can feel it building inside her.
"Come for me." My hand slides between us and finds her clit, circling it rough and demanding. "Come on my cock, sweetheart. Show them how good I make you feel. Show them you're mine."
Ours. But right now, mine.
"Leo," she gasps, head thrown back and throat exposed. "I'm going to?—"
"Then do it." I press harder, thrust deeper, hitting that spot. "Let me feel you. Let them see you. Come for me, Rebecca."
She shatters, clenching around me and pulsing as she cries out my name. Beautiful and perfect and mine. Ours.
Holy fuck, mine.
The feeling of her coming, tight and wet and perfect around my cock pushes me over the edge. I thrust deep one last time and come with a groan, spilling into the condom as my vision goes white.
For a moment, there's just breathing. Foreheads pressed together. Bodies shaking. Hearts pounding against each other.
"Holy shit," she whispers, breathless and wrecked.
"Yeah." I grin despite being completely done in. "Holy shit."
James crosses to us and hands me a washcloth. It’s warm. Thoughtful bastard. "Well done, Leo."
"Cheers, mate."
I clean us up gently, carefully, despite my hands still shaking slightly. Then I pull Rebecca close, just holding her. Not ready to let go. Maybe never ready.
Don't want to let go. Don't want this to end.
"How you feeling?"
"Perfect. Sore. But perfect."
Luca crouches beside the chair and brushes hair from her face. "You were stunning, beautiful."
She flushes and hides her face in my neck. "You three are gonna give me a complex."
"Good." I kiss her head. "Complex about how gorgeous you are."
