Page 127 of The Bones in the Yard

I pressed a little deeper, Taavi making a small sound of approval into my skin as he rocked himself on my finger.

I added a second, pushing against his muscle as he fucked himself on my hand, stretching and seeking the nerves that would send pleasure arcing through him. I stroked his back, his flank, his thigh with my other hand, feeling the bunching of his quads, the trembling in his thighs every time I rubbed against his prostate.

He whimpered as I pushed harder, then pushed himself up on his elbows, his weight on my chest as his eyes—pupils blown wide in mismatched irises—met mine.

“Fuck me,” he rasped, the words half-growled.

My hands shook as I rolled a condom on and lubed myself up, Taavi straddling my thighs and lazily stroking himself as he watched.

The breath caught in my throat as he positioned himself over me and lowered himself down, thighs shaking. The sight of him, his head thrown back, his hand still stroking his cock, my erection disappearing into his body faster than I expected, but slower than I wanted, stole my breath and battered my self-control.

I let my hands rest on his pelvis, fingers at the crease between thighs and hips, as he settled fully onto me, skin meeting skin, my pulse throbbing in my cock as his body rippled and squeezed, adjusting to having me inside him.

I tried very hard not to grip his hips too tightly, not to move, not to give in to the rising pleasure that made me so very desperate to thrust upwards, to push deeper than was physically possible. Breath rasped in my lungs, and I could feel the tightness in my abs, the tension in my hands as I deliberately didn’t grab onto him.

He watched me through half-lidded eyes, one dark, one pale, pupils blown wide and lips parted as he stroked himself, the skin of his cock dark as it stretched tightly over his thickness.

I let out a whine.

The smile that spread across his lips was predatory and hot as fuck.

Fuck me.

I didn’t actually say it out loud—I don’t think, anyway. My brain wasn’t really in control anymore.

But he started to move, little contractions of his thighs, a slight tilting of his pelvis, just a rocking motion, millimeters, maybe a centimeter at most, but the way he was straddling me, the way my body was pushed inside his, it felt like miles of heat and pressure and slickness, his body surrounding me, the muscles massaging every nerve I had—because I wasn’t capable of feeling anything that wasn’t my cock.

“Taavi—” His name was all I could manage, and I barely had the focus for that.

He gave me a little more, rising higher, and I’m pretty sure the sound I made was half a sob, my fingers tightening on his hips because I had to hold on, to ground myselfsomehow, and Taavi was the only thing I wanted to ground myself to.

More.

I could feel something—emotion, pleasure, desire, pressure, call it whatever the fuck you want—pushing against the back of my throat like a sob, and I gasped around it, struggling for air as everything became Taavi—the feel of his body, the musky-spicy scent of arousal and sweat, the sight of his fist on his cock and of mine as he lifted himself almost completely off me before bearing down again until his ass pushed against my hips.

Sweat was beading on my skin as he pushed me past the point when I thought I would either explode or die, my abs sore and my thighs shaking.

I could see the beads of precum leaking in a nearly steady stream from the head of his cock, the slit wet and shiny as he pumped himself, his chest flushed under the dark whorls of his tattoo, nipples peaked.

“Val.”

I might have made a sound. I honestly don’t know.

He let go of himself. “Make me come with just your cock.”

I did make a sound then, a strangled moan that might have been mixed with one of a dozen curse-words, because I so desperately needed to fuck him hard enough that he came, hard enough that he wouldn’t be able to walk normally for at least the rest of the day.

I flipped us both over, sliding out of his body so that I could press his legs wider, pushing against his ass and thighs so I could put his calves on my shoulders.

I paused, just a fraction of a second, staring down at him, the head of my cock pressed against him, waiting for his permission.

“Fuck, Val,yes.”

It was all I needed.

I drove into him, hard and fast, pushing myself and him as far as I thought either of us could take it.

I’m not human. I’m a lot stronger than a human, and I know that if Taavi had been, I would have hurt him.

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