Page 52 of Bruised

“Yeah?”

I should pull back, but I don’t.

Not even when he surges up, and his lips connect with mine.

I stiffen. My hips stutter, losing their rhythm, but it has more to do with surprise than anything else. When Lane slips his hungry tongue into my mouth, I moan, and my moan turns into a growl as I start fucking him again. Deeper, harder, with no regard for sounds or sanity, no thought of my own no-kissing rule, no thoughts of patience, of stopping myself from the danger of wanting him too much. Just pure fucking desire as I pound him and fuck him with both my tongue and my cock.

His mouth tastes as sweet as I’ve imagined it would, and he gives a muffled moan, hands clutched around my neck. I didn’t even know he was that close before he jerks and explodes between us.

I follow suit, still kissing him, unable to get enough of his sweet mouth as I pound him hard, harder—desperate stabs of my cock that he starts to whimper from. My eyes roll back as I come, filling the condom with my release. It goes on forever, and Lane whines through all of it, legs wrapped around my hips and hands clasped around my neck, his tongue entangled with mine.

I come down slowly, and when I do, confusion takes hold of me.

Oh, fuck… What just happened? Did I just kiss him? Am I still kissing him?

I am. And I don’t want to stop.

I lie beside him, lips exploring his and a hand resting on his cheek. He swings his leg over my hips, eyes closed, and I wrap an arm around him fully, pulling him into my chest. We stay like that for a while, kissing softly, until my exhaustion catches up to me, and I roll onto my back.

“Mason?” Lane whispers.

“Yes?”

“I really liked that.”

I give a deep sigh and clutch him closer. “I know, puppy. Me too.”

Fuck, it feels so good just to hold him like this. We’ve never really cuddled after sex; I’ve never really cuddled after sex. I usually don’t see the point in it. But with Lane, everything we do feels right. I want to keep allowing myself these stolen moments with him, and I’ll savor them for as long as I can, even if they can’t last.

“Hey.” I nudge his shoulder, but he doesn’t stir. “Lane.”

He pulls back and looks at me with one eye open. Fuck, he’s just the sweetest. “Can I sleep here?”

I sigh. “You know you can’t, puppy.” I wish you could.

“Can I get another mark?” He brushes a hand over his neck, eyes suddenly bright and hungry.

“Of course you can. Where do you want it?” I slide a hand between his legs, pinching the white flesh of his inner thighs. “Maybe here?” I trail my hand up his torso and settle on a nipple, pinching it softly. “Or here?”

Lane arches his back. “Yes, please.”

I smirk as I close my lips around the pink nub, moaning when it stiffens in my mouth. Lane gasps and buries a hand in my hair, and I suck harder, making the skin around his nipple swell into a wet, pillowy mound.

“This is going to sting a bit,” I rasp. “You want that, though, don’t you? You like it when it aches.”

“Yes,” he whispers. “I want it. Please bruise me.”

I use my teeth on him, biting down hard around his nipple with the intent to leave a mark. Lane whimpers, his whole body going taut as he breathes through the pain.

I move to his other nipple and give it the same treatment, first sucking on it until it’s swollen and tender, then biting the skin around it, leaving distinct marks from my teeth. When I pull back to look at him, he’s panting, rib cage pulsing in and out, and his cock is weeping between his legs. I rub my thumbs around his sore nipples, studying my bite marks with almost gleeful satisfaction.

“Please,” he moans. “I’m so close.”

“Yeah? You want to come?” I reach down for his cock. It’s so fucking wet, and it twitches in my grip as I wrap my fist around it.

“Bite… please bite me again.” He tilts his head back, and I smirk maniacally as I latch onto his nipple once more. It’s so swollen and slick from my attention, as is his cock.

When I bite down again and suck his skin into my mouth while pumping his dick, Lane comes with a shaky gasp, shuddering in my grip and moaning sweetly with the comedown. I travel up his body to kiss his mouth instead, and he whimpers as his tongue meets mine.