Page 89 of Lavender Lake
“Yeah, tell me. That’s boring as fuck.”
Cas started talking, but unfortunately it had the opposite effect from what I had intended. He was speaking technical jargon, but I was busy visualizing him working on said engine with a wrench in his hand and grease on his arm.
Shirtless.
Fantasy Salem brought him a bottle of beer, wearing a pair of cut-off shorts that showed a little cheek, and a threadbare tank top without a bra.
And suddenly Fantasy Salem was bent over the hood, getting railed from behind.
Cas fell silent, and then whispered, “You asleep?”
“No.” I placed my hand on his chest and began tracing a pattern on his skin.
He grabbed my fingers to stop me. “No? You were actually interested in what I was talking about?”
“I had a nice visual of you working on a truck engine. And then my imagination got away from me. You want to hear my fantasy?” I asked.
“I’m begging you not to tell me.” He groaned and released my hand.
My fingers inched lower. “What if I told you I still have bloodlust from my fight? And that I need to work out my aggression.”
I slid my hand into his boxers and grasped him. He was hard and ready and my fingertip grazed the head of him.
“Fuck it,” he muttered. “I’m only human.”
I released him, and then slithered out of my pajamas, and then pulled back the covers. He took off his boxers and reached for me.
I slid my leg over him and grasped him again, guiding him inside me. I sank down on top of him, loving the feel of him stretching me, filling me.
His hands went to my waist, clenching my hips and urging me to ride him.
I leaned over and pressed my breasts to his chest and our lips met. His tongue plunged into my mouth as his hands skated up my ribs and toward my head. His fingers plowed through my hair as he angled his mouth.
He stole my oxygen, but gave me pleasure.
“Salem,” he whispered, tearing his lips from mine and bathing my cheeks in kisses. “My pull-out game isn’t strong.”
“It doesn’t have to be.” I placed my hands on his chest and pushed up, forcing his hands to drop from my hair. I arched my back. “I’m on birth control.”
His hands cradled my breasts, his thumbs grazing my nipples. “I need to taste these.”
“Later. I’m close, Cas.”
“Then use me,” he commanded. “Use me all you want.”
I picked up speed, undulating and grinding against him. Clenching and gasping, desire shivered up and down my spine, prickling the back of my neck.
I bit my lip to stifle my scream as one of the best orgasms of my life ripped me apart. And while I was still convulsing, Casgrabbed my hips and rolled me over so I was on my back and he loomed over me.
He lifted my leg, wrapped it around his waist, and then he drilled into me. Mindless, determined.
His lips met mine again as he slid his hands beneath my ass, angling me just the way he wanted me. I was overwhelmed, overstimulated. He assaulted my senses, but he knew what my body needed.
“Cas,” I gasped.
He covered my mouth with his hand to silence me, and then somehow, he continued at a breakneck pace. He didn’t stop. Not even when I clenched around him again, not even when I felt him spill inside me.
Cas wrung every last bit of pleasure from me, finally stilling. We were still connected when he bit my shoulder, causing another wave of pleasure to shoot through my core.
