Page 54 of Lonely
I unbuckled my belt, eager to feel his skin on mine.
The moment my cock sprang free, I came down on him and then slid my hand up his warm back beneath his jumper while nuzzling his neck.
Muscle rippled beneath me, and his breathing quickened as he fought the restraints.
There was no escape. He was mine now, and I was ravenous.
“You had me drugged, you fucker.” His anger sent a zap of pleasure to my balls.
“Carter, Carter, Carter,” I whispered into the crook of his neck, as I dragged my fingers down his back and palmed his firm ass. I squeezed and breathed him in.
Sin.
Leather.
Misty midnight.
“I want you. Please let me have you.” My hips rolled again as I peered down between our bodies.
With my throbbing cock nestled between his cheeks, I thrust forward and precum beaded on the engorged head.
“Don’t make me beg.”
“Fuck,”he groaned, shivering as he fisted his hands. “No.”
I dropped my head against the back of his neck, a painful groan rattling my chest. “I’ll do anything.”
A shudder rippled through me while I fucked his ass crack slowly. So fucking slowly.
My body quivered with need as I reached between us to fist my aching shaft.
I was shaking. No amount of grinding or restraint could calm it. Every part of me throbbed with the need to fill him, to fuck him raw. If I didn’t touch him soon, I was going to fucking lose it.
I rubbed the crown over his tight exit, wishing he’d fucking say yes. I could have sunk inside him already.
“Get me out of here,” he demanded in a breathy voice muffled by the pillow. “Get me out of here, and you can have me any way you want.”
A rush of breath escaped my lips. I viciously jerked my dick, clenching my ass when my rectum tingled with pleasure. I was close already. Precum dripped on his pale skin, just above his ass.
“I could just take you now. You can’t fight me.”
“You could,” he said with a grunt. “I’d hate you for it. But if you get me out of here . . . fuck, man. You want it, don’t you?”
I sucked on his earlobe and reached beneath him to palm his cock.
He tried to shift out of reach, but there was no room to move. I was too heavy on him and it was a challenge to jerk his length from this angle.
But the feel of him in my hand . . . Big, hard, ready.
A curse fell from my lips as I took hold of his hip and pressed myself against him.
“Okay,” I whispered, bruising his skin. “I’ll get you out of here.”
It was a bad decision that would bite me in the ass.
I could already picture Mother shaking her head, but she’d never understand how good he felt beneath me.
She’d never understand the twitch in my dick when Carter grunted because I rubbed against him, or how sweet the word “fuck” sounded on his lips when I bit the crook of his neck.
