Why do I care?
I don’t. Ido notcare.
I pull Rowan toward me, dragging him onto my cock. Angling myself so it’s easy to thrust fast. Pulling one meaty leg up to rest on my shoulder, putting him right where I can sink my teeth into his flesh.
“Jesus. Ow.”
“Too much?”
The shake of his head is damn near frantic. “Surprised me, that’s all.”
Uh-huh. Okay.
I make a point of gripping him with bruising fingers and slamming our bodies together until the bed shakes and the skin between us heats from the friction. Every thrust moves us a little until his head is thumping the headboard. Until he’s breathing through his mouth and making an uncontrolled moaning noise that, if I didn’t know better, might make me think this place had ghosts.
My pace is punishing. The slap of skin on skin is the percussion lying under the music of my harsh breaths and his throaty moans.
“God, you’re tight,” I murmur. “Still so fucking tight. Love the way you’re squeezing me. Love seeing your hole flutter around my dick.”
Stop saying that word.
He squeezes around me. “Oh fuck. This is so good. It’s good, right?”
My balls slap his skin with a force that punishes us both. “So good. Such a good whore.”
Good sex is about communication, after all.
“Oh God. I need to come. Can I? Please?”
How much do I fucking love it that he asks? I shouldn’t, but I do.
“Come, baby.”
Oof. Thought I’d managed to stop calling him that. It’s almost worse than using his name.
If I weren’t so close myself, I might have time to worry about calling him baby. Again. Goddammit.
Instead, I zero in on the sensation between us, the friction on my cock and the way his bent leg allows me the perfect angle to lick a stripe up the inside of his leg when his ass spasms around me. My orgasm comes in painful spurts moments later, while Rowan catches his breath beneath me.
For a few seconds I let myself indulge in the idea that I’m painting his insides before shutting the image down. I’ve never cared before about fucking with a condom. Why start now?
“Holy fuck.” Rowan’s shaky fingers lift tentatively at the tie covering his eyes. “Can I take this thing off now?”
No, because I don’t know what I’ll see in your eyes and I’m not sure what you might see in mine.
I blink and clear my throat. “Go ahead.”
“Wow. That was wild. But…amazing.” His eyes are bright, almost glowing under the low light of the bedside lamp.
“Yeah? You liked that?” I’m busy dealing with the condom, giving myself an excuse to look away.
“Hell yeah. I don’t know which time I came harder between last night and tonight, and I don’t know if I’d want to do it that way every time, but maybe—”
Perhaps it’s the way I freeze that makes him cut himself off. I assume he was about to mention a next time. Multiple next times. I’m wondering what’s making my gut twist. The idea that he thinks those times will be with me, or if he assumes they won’t?
His abrupt shift postpones my having to consider the question. “Anyway… Doesn’t matter right now.” He scratches the back of his neck. “So, uh, I tried to call my parents today.”
“Oh yeah?” Why is he telling me this?
