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“One more,” I said, watching him push a second finger in. “Take your time.”
“I’m trying to be efficient.”
“You’re being perfect.” My hands slid over the soft mounds.
His head dropped, his breath coming faster. His fingers scissored, stretching, and the sight of him preparing himself for me while wearing nothing but that skirt was going to haunt me for the rest of my life.
When he pulled his fingers free, he climbed back onto my lap, then positioned the head of my dick at his entrance. The pressure was fucking amazing, and I held his hips steady while he lowered himself.
The first inch was tight, so tight my hands trembled on his waist. He breathed through it, forehead pressed to mine, and kept going down until he was fully seated, my cock buried inside his ass, and we were both breathing hard.
“You feel incredible,” I murmured.
His nails bit into my shoulders. “Same. Just…give me a second.”
“No rushing this.”
He adjusted, rolling his hips experimentally. The movement dragged my cock against his walls, and a sound escaped him that was half-gasp, half-moan. His eyes opened, finding mine.
“I’m ready,” he said.
I gripped his hips and thrust upward. The angle was perfect—deep, hitting that spot that made his whole body jerk. His mouth fell open, and I caught the sound with my own, kissing him while I drove up again.
His hips found the rhythm quickly, rising and falling, taking me in, his thighs flexing with each movement. The skirt bunched between us, fabric sliding against my stomach. His hands found my face, holding me still while he kissed me like he was trying to memorize the shape of my mouth.
“So good,” I whispered against his lips. “Fuck, you feel like heaven.”
“Harder.” His voice cracked on the word. “I can take it.”
I punched my hips up, and his back arched. The position put him above me, his flushed, leaking cock brushing against my gut. I wrapped my hand around his dick and stroked, matching the rhythm of our bodies.
His pace faltered. His head fell back, throat exposed, and I pressed my mouth to the pulse point. The fast beat of his heart pounded against my lips. I bit down gently then sucked, marking the skin while my hand worked his cock.
“Deadeye,” Niles whispered. “I’m—”
“I know. Me too.”
His thighs clamped around my hips. His tight, hot body clenched around my cock, and I felt him pulse in my hand. The orgasm ripped through him, his whole body going rigid above me. A raw, uncontrolled sound tore from his throat.
I sank my canines into his shoulder.
The taste of salt and blood flooded my mouth. Niles shuddered through his climax, spilling cum across my fist and stomach while his body milked my cock. The pressure built and broke, and I pulled my canines free before I came inside him with a groan that I felt in my bones.
We stayed like that. Connected. Breathing hard against each other’s skin. His weight pressed into me, warm and perfect. My hand smoothed up his back, feeling the muscles slowly unclench.
“Perfect,” I said eventually.
His laugh was weak but genuine. “Utterly.”
Carefully, I pulled out. He made a small sound at the loss then collapsed against me as we both hit the mattress. My arms came around him, holding him close while we both came down.
“You bit me,” he murmured against my neck.
“Sorry.” Fuck. I’d screwed up badly, getting caught up in the moment. I was going to have to tell Niles what I’d done. I never lost control. Ever. The male was going to freak out, probably try and neuter me.
“Don’t be.” His fingers traced the edge of the mark on his shoulder. “I liked it.”
Fuck me sideways.
