Page 28 of Direct Action

“All right, Chloe. Now answer me, baby.” He circled his hips, grinding his cock deep. “You good for me to finish inside of you?”

I couldn’t fight back the tremble.

“I’m taking that as a yes, but I need the words.”

“Yes,” I whispered.

“Hands back on the edge and hold on tight.”

I moved my hands back to the table.

“Tight, Chloe, I’m gonna take you hard.”

After that warning, Ryan took me hard, and it was a good thing he gave me the extra warning, because I didn’t think it was possible for him to fuck me any harder than he already had.

But I was wrong. Way wrong. And I loved every pounding second of it.

When his orgasm hit, he sealed his mouth over mine and groaned.

It tasted sweet.

When he was done, I decided to give him what he’d given me earlier and whispered, “Just so you know, I dreamed about this too. But your chest was bare and we were in my bed, not on a kitchen table. Don’t take that as a complaint. It’s just that I’ve never had kitchen-table sex or wall sex, though now that I have, I’m totally adding them to the rotation.”

At some point during my admission Ryan had tipped his head back to look down at me.

“Is that what you were dreaming about this morning when I woke you up and you were rubbing your thighs together, moaning?”

Oh shit.

I should’ve kept my big fat trap shut.

Before I could lie, Ryan continued, “I’ve jerked off more times than I can count, thinking about all the ways I wanted to fuck you.”

I didn’t know what to say to that, but my sex knew how it felt and clenched. Ryan’s eyes closed. “Just had you for the first time, came hard, got two out of you, my cock’s not even soft yet, and already I need to fuck you again.”

Another flutter.

“Christ, you’re gonna kill me.”

“That’d suck if it happened before round two,” I told him.

“Yeah, it would. Let’s get you cleaned up so I can get my face between your legs, then I’ll see what I can do about giving you a proper bed fucking.”

It felt strange to want to laugh.

I’d never done that before—laughed during the act. Nor had it ever happened right after. Which you could take as read: I’d never had it happen with one ankle balanced on a man’s shoulder while the other was wrapped around his hip and he was still hard and planted deep.

“Do you think I can take my shoe off before you get your face between my legs?”

Ryan obviously didn’t think there was anything strange about laughing right after the deed while his dick was planted inside me. And thank God he didn’t, because when his head tipped back and he roared with laughter, I got to watch, listen, and feel.

And that wasn’t strange. It was glorious and oddly intimate.

“Was that you lodging an official complaint?” he said through his laughter.

I shook my head.

“No. I’ve never done that either, sex with sneakers on. I wouldn’t think it’d be hot, but somehow you managed it. Ten out of ten.”