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He grins, and then his fingers tug at my pants, pulling them down as far as he can before standing up and discarding them altogether.
Then he does his own. I watch with hunger as his cock pops out, thick and long. My hole clenches around nothing.
It can’t wait to be stuffed full.
Thorne must read my mind because he grabs the lube and squirts some on his fingers. My legs spread, and I place my hands behind my head, wanting to watch him open me up.
And he does. Slowly, torturously. By the time he has three fingers in me, I’m swearing at the gods. This isunreal.
He’s found my prostate and is playing with it, his lips twitching as I clutch at the cushions and writhe.
‘Your dick. In me. Now.’ I sign with one hand because the other is stroking my cock.
Thorne wets his lips, looking just as desperate as me. He grabs the lube once more, his fingers still inside of me, twisting and making me nearly cry, and then he squirts some lube on his cock and strokes.
I hear the squelch of it. I want that sound to be coming from my ass, from where our bodies will connect.
I lift my hips up, wanting him to enter me, to put me out of my misery, but he’s happy where he is, fingers inside of me, hand on his dick, watching.
‘Thorne!’ I sign. I point to the spot between my legs.
He cocks his head, and then he smirks.
I glower.
His smirk slowly melts into a smile, and then he leans over and kisses me. It’s soft. Gentle. In total opposition to the way his fingers feel inside of me.
I lick into his mouth, and he sucks on my tongue. I cry out as he finally pulls himself free and places his dick right there. Right where I want it. A shift of his hips has the tip popping in. My head arches back, my back bowing off the couch. He slides in easily, his body hovering over mine. I can hear his curses, the sweet sounds he makes as he bottoms out.
We stop moving for a moment, and our eyes meet. A bead of sweat trickles down his temple, so I brush it away with shaking fingers.
And then he moves, slow at first. Always slow. And then he picks up the pace, a slap of skin and shout of pleasure. Pretty soon, the couch is scooting across the room as he fucks me.
I can’t take it. I’m fucking gone. My cock explodes easily, messing up my abdomen, hitting him in the process. He doesn’tslow down. He only seems to be more turned on. His hips work back and forth, pistoning his cock in and out of my sensitive rim.
His movements become scattered, frantic and out of time, and then I hear his grunt just as his head falls forward and he empties himself inside of me.
We breathe in sync, our hearts racing.
“Perfect. As always,” he says softly, and I nod, leaning up to kiss him while he’s still inside of me. “That backdoor lube was good,” he adds, and I let out a laugh. He stares down at me adoringly, his cock slowly slipping from my hole.
‘Found it out back in a jug,’ I tease, and he glowers at me.
“You’re a bad fucking liar. No way was that lube out back, but seriously, is my dick gonna fall off? Where did you get that shit?’
I grin widely. ‘Secret.’
He leans down and kisses me softly. “Maybe I can pull it from you. One suck at a time.”
‘Try,’ my hands whisper. ‘Try.’
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
THORNE
I didn’t meanto do this again—to get distracted by Leaf’s body and the way he makes me feel.
And the way I clearly make him feel.
