Page 44 of Volt
“You just feel too damn good. I can’t control myself with you,” he says, his voice husky.
“You should stop trying to control yourself,” I reply. “Just cut loose and let go.”
I slip down off the counter and turn around, bending over slightly. In the mirror, I see him behind me, looking at my form. He licks his lips, the fires of desire are burning brightly in his eyes and I watch him as he steps close. He puts one hand on my hip, the other on my shoulder and I see his eyes on me in the glass. I give him a salacious smile as I wait for my treat.
I don’t have to wait long as Blake thrusts himself into me once more. As our bodies start to move together in one sinuous rhythm, the steadyslap-slap-slapof our flesh crashing together fills my ears. It’s a sound I can’t get enough of. Well, that and the sound of Blake’s moans and groans as he pumps himself into me with a wild ferocity.
He reaches up and grabs a handful of my hair, yanking my head back roughly. It sends a quiver through me, and I push back against him, taking him even deeper into me. I feel the pressure rapidly building inside of me; and when he drives himself deep into me again, the walls of self-control crumble around me and I cum, hard and loud. I watch his face as I do, seeing the craving he has for me in his eyes, and it only intensifies my orgasm.
As my orgasm starts to gently fade, I bite my bottom lip as I watch him in the mirror. A slow smile creeps across my lips, and he returns my gaze, his face an almost primal mask of lust. I tighten my inner muscles, gripping his shaft and making myself even tighter. Blake grunts as he starts to move his hips again, his face etched with pure ecstasy as his shaft slips along my wet and tight inner walls. He starts to roll his hips harder. Faster. He’s slamming himself into me with a wild abandon. And then he plunges himself as deep inside of me as he can and holds himself there.
Still gripping my hair, Blake throws his head back—yanking my own head back almost painfully in the process—and lets out a howl that doesn’t even sound human. And then I feel him erupt. His grip on my hair tightens, and he pushes himself forward, trying to get even deeper inside of me as his cock pulses and twitches, spitting what feels like gallons of his warm cum inside of me.
Slowly, our orgasms subside, leaving us both panting hard. I turn around and stare into his eyes, amazed by this man.
“That was fantastic,” I say.
He nods. “Better than that.”
I give him a smile. “Now I really am spent.”
“Let’s go to bed then,” he says with a wink. “Let’s see how spent you really are.”
“You’re incorrigible.”
“What can I say? You bring out the best in me.”
We laugh together as we head into the bedroom. Yeah, I’m exhausted, but as I look at his strong, naked form, I realize I’m actually not all that tired after all.
Chapter Eighteen
Volt
“Well, you seem to be chipper as hell today,” Adam says as he saunters into the garage.
I shrug. “Can’t a guy just be enjoyin’ the sunshine?”
“Sure. A guy can. But not you,” he says. “You’re not the enjoy-the-sunshine type of guy.”
“Oh? I didn’t know there was a type who enjoyed the sunshine.”
“There is. And you’re not it,” Adam presses. “So, what gives?”
I chuckle as I finish putting the spark plugs into my bike and close it all up. Adam leans against the wall of the garage, his arms folded over his chest, staring at me. By the light of day, even a few days out from the beating he took as we are, the bruises on his face seem to stand out a lot more. Mine have mostly faded, thankfully—if for no other reason than it seems to have eased Fallon’s fear for me. If only a little bit.
“What gives is that it’s none of your business,” I say.
He laughs, and his eyes widen. “Oh, sounds to me like somebody got laid. Is that it? Get a little tail did you?”
I laugh and shake my head. Over the last few days, Fallon and I have been inseparable, so I’ve gotten more than just a little tail. The woman is insatiable. Which is good because I am too. I’ve never had an experience like this with anybody before, but I seriously can’t get enough of her. If I’m not in bed with her, I’m thinking about being in bed with her. And if I am in bed with her, I don’t want to leave that bed.
But it’s about more than just the sex. It’s the intimacy. Trust me, if you would have asked me if I were going to have an intensely intimate relationship with anybody, I would have laughed. Intimacy was never really my thing. Physicality and sex, sure. But intimacy? Not so much. At least, not the sort of soul-baring intimacy I’m sharing with Fallon. We seem to be telling each other everything about our lives. Our hopes. Our dreams.
It’s something that’s so foreign to me that it scares me, to be honest. I’ve never been all that comfortable sharing my life with anybody else in the first place, but to hear myself telling her some of the things I’ve told her is freaking me the hell out. It’s like somebody else has taken over my body and is controlling my mouth. But once I start, I can’t seem to stop. And she just eats it all up with a spoon then asks for more.
“Is it Fallon?” he presses. “Did you finally man up and talk to her? Please tell me you did.”
I give him a grin. “Why don’t you go find a girl of your own so you can stop obsessing about me?”
