Page 39 of Unexpected Company
“Look at you, making a mess just for me,” he remarks, grunting as he pummels into my ass harder. His words spur me on, another bolt of pleasure ripping through me until I go limp, melting into the bed.
Garrett’s thrusts intensify, and he leans down, bringing his lips to hover over mine.
“Give me one more, sweet thing.”
I jerk when his hand snakes between us, and he grips my softening dick.
“I can’t,” I mutter. My cock making me a liar as it rallies and thickens in his hand.
“Yeah you can, Supernova. I dare you.”
I’d laugh at that, if I wasn’t squirming and panting beneath him, another orgasm building from the final energy stores I have left.
“God, I wish I could fill you up. Shoot my load inside you. Fill you up with my piss.”
I am no newbie to dirty talk and there isn’t much I haven’t tried in the bedroom, but fuck me, this man’s mouth is filthy. I am one thousand percent on board with it.
“You’d do that?” I choke out. My voice a rasp that sounds nothing like me.
“You bet. You’d be leaking for hours.” His nose runs under my ear, his beard scratching my skin.
“Yes. Yes. Yes,” I mumble as he fucks me harder. “You’d mark me inside and out. Make me smell and taste just like you.”
“Fuuuckk,” he roars, his body shaking and his breath stuttering as he comes, his head buried against my neck.
He holds himself steady while he empties his load into the condom. Once he’s caught his breath, Garrett looks up and into my eyes. His are dark, the hazel-brown almost non-existent with the size of his pupils.
“I want that,” I say.
One side of his lips quirk and he rotates his hand, moving it up and down my sensitive shaft.
“Picture it.” His voice is an arousal-thick whisper that crawls along my heated skin. “You’re full of my cum and now I’mpissing inside you. Filling you even more.” I close my eyes to pretend it’s really happening. “You feel that warmth?”
I nod, and he groans, making the fantasy sound so fucking real.
“God, you’re so full, your belly is bulging and you’re gushing.”
I think my soul leaves my body as I shout out another orgasm, every nerve ending screaming at the intensity of my release.
Garrett pulls out and rolls onto his side, his breaths loud in the quiet of the room. He pulls me so my back is to his chest, kissing my neck as my eyes drift closed. Warm and safe in his embrace. I’ll close them for a minute. Maybe two. And then I’ll ask if we can do it all over again.
Chapter sixteen
Garrett
I’m having a fantastic fucking dream. In it, there’s a warm body pressed to me, a smooth hand circling my cock, while I kiss lips that taste like vanilla biscuits. Something tickles my nose and I’m aware of a warmth spreading through my lower belly – the kind I can only associate with an impending orgasm.
My eyes shoot open and I find myself peering into rich browns that sparkle like moonlight off a lake on a clear summer night.
“You’re awake,” Roman remarks. We’re lying on our sides, face to face. His hair is mussed and there are sheet lines imprinted on his cheek. One of his handsiswrapped around my erection – not just a good dream, a great reality too – while he traces the curve of my ear with a finger on his other hand.
“What are you doing, trouble?” My heart taps a beat against my ribcage and I shift a little closer, chasing his lips.
“We missed dinner. I’m hungry.”
Roman’s hand twists, his thumb gliding over my slit on his upstroke. I can’t concentrate on his words when every cell inmy body is alight with pleasure, my sole focus on the sensations coursing through me.
“I can…can…fuck…” I close my eyes and tip my head back.
