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A low, rolling growl moved through him, his body half-turning, snagging one of the condoms off the nightstand, protecting us just a second before his hand sank into my hip, holding me still as he shoved inside me with one hard, thick, demanding thrust.
The angle allowed him so deep that there was a foreign, delicious little pinch that I felt myself pushing back against, my hips wiggling in a small circle as his body stilled, taking a deep, steadying breath.
His one hand stayed planted, the other landed another loud whack to my ass, the pain making my body jerk, jolt backward, forcing him even deeper, something that I was sure wasn't possible.
"Work your clit for me," he demanded, voice rough, needy, a sound that made my belly swirl around deliciously, taking away any sense of hesitation, embarrassment as my weight shifted onto one arm, the other slipping down my body, fingers touching his cock where our bodies met before gliding upward, stroking over my clit as he started to thrust.
Hard. Fast.
The bed slamming back against the wall, something that would surely wake up Thad if he had even gotten to sleep yet already.
But I couldn't seem to work up a care as Ty fucked me harder, faster, as my body tensed for another orgasm I wasn't sure it would be allowed to have.
But even as the thought formed, Ty's hand pressed down on top of mine, pushing it harder against my clit - the unexpected contact making the orgasm slam through my system, making my breath catch, my muscles tense, my voice get strangled in my throat, something like a choking noise only managing to come out as the waves crashed and crashed, as Ty kept fucking me through it, dragging it out, before he planted deep, hissing out my name as he came.
His body folded forward with the impact of his climax, his head resting between my shoulder blades as he fought to get his breathing back to normal.
"Didn't think it was possible, but that might have been better than last night," he declared as he slid out of me, my boneless body falling over onto my side, watching as he moved away to the trash bin he knew was on the other side of my nightstand now, then coming back to the bed. "Move over," he demanded with a slow, lazy smile, smacking my ass until I complied, scooting over to leave just enough space for him to climb in behind me on his side, knees under mine, chest to my back, arm over my belly.
Spooning.
It was a silly word.
And one he would probably hate if I murmured about it aloud.
But I let the smile spread, a private little joy, as he sputtered some of my hair out of his mouth before finally settling still, his chin on top of my head.
"Hey Ty?" I called a while later, long enough that I was sure he was asleep, which would have let my long-contemplated question fall on deaf ears.
"Yeah?"
Damnit.
Now I had to ask him.
"What are we supposed to do now?"
There was a short pause. "I was planning on getting some sleep, waking up, fucking you again, then going back to sleep," he declared lazily, completely oblivious to the sparks his words set off through a system that should have been satiated. At least for the night.
"That's not what I meant," I admitted, voice small.
"What'd you mean?"
"Just... in general. What are we supposed to do now?"
"Fuck if I know," he admitted. And, well, his admission of cluelessness somehow managed to comfort me. "But I think we'll be doing a lot of fucking. Maybe getting out of this apartment a bit. Doing shit in the world. Maybe you can come and re-meet some of my brothers eventually. And their women who will be banging down your door in about a week, I am told, if you do not show up and meet them for yourself. And I mean that literally. They will run a check, find out your address, and fucking show up here."
So, it seemed, we just... fell into a swing of things. Into a, dare I even think it, relationship.
My heart, the silly, unpracticed, hopeful little thing it was, swelled at the idea of getting more of this man. Of getting everything.
"We could go to the clubhouse tomorrow instead of here," I suggested, not wanting him to know about my heart and its premature yearnings. "I'm off actually. So... we can go whenever."
"Sounds like a plan. So can I sleep now? I need a good three or four hours if you want me on top. Less if you're willing to ride," he added, giving my belly a squeeze.
I felt it in my chest too.
It was there.
In my bed.
With Ty behind me, falling easily asleep, that I realized I was in too deep. Deeper than I should have been.
