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“Thank you, Troy. I’m usually the one fixing everyone’s lives.”
“This is just dinner.” A bad one, he added to himself. She wouldn’t be so thankful after tasting it.
“It’s not just dinner,” she said. “I mean, it may be to you, but I feel like I’m always the one figuring things out—for my brother, my family, at work. People see you as strong and independent, and they don’t think you need the little things.”
He caressed her cheek, his thumb circling her warm skin. Her confession caused his blood to simmer in his veins. She’d always been so open and honest with him. From the very first moment. He’d done the opposite to her—he’d tried his hardest to hide who he really was for as long as possible.
“You deserve the little things, Lara,” he said, emotion in his voice rumbling through him. “And the big things, and everything else in between.”
She pulled him to her, and tip toed until she encircled his head and kissed him. He took her in his arms again, and the warmth from the shared moment only added to the brewing desire within him. Beneath his skin. Everywhere.
He delved his tongue in her mouth and lowered his hands down her ass, cupping it, and snatching her to him so close that for a moment, the heat of her sex sifted through their clothes. His cock restrained in his paints, his balls drawing tight and full. She slid her hands down his shoulders, squeezing them.
Groaning, he lifted her from the floor, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He nipped her lower lip, sucking it and then almost releasing it, only to nip it harder again. Moans escaped from her mouth as he made the way up the stairs and into his bedroom. She ground into his body, showing him she needed this as much as he.
When he reached his bed, he tumbled on it, taking her along without much finesse. She let out a chuckle, but the expression in her face was anything but playful. She longed for him, her irises twinkling with desire even with her eyelids sweeping down her eyes.
“This is the best meal ever prepared for me,” she said, then lowered her hand to his pants, her fingers hovering over his hard-on.
“If you touch me like this, it’ll be more like fast food,” he said, helping her unzip his fly and pull down his pants and boxers. Next, he reached for her pants, peeling them off, until they fell down her ankles.
“That’s okay,” she said. “We’ll enjoy a five course meal later.”
The instant his cock poked at her entrance, a shudder rolled through him. A primal need, the one most people only learned in books, wrapped him like a coat. A very, very tight coat.
He positioned the head of his dick between her folds, massaging them with it, reveling in their wet warmth. Drops of precum bubbled at his tip, the warning that it wouldn’t take long for him to come. He needed to make this good for her—always.
She bucked onto his cock, teasing him and wanting more of him. All of him.
Arousal fogged his field of vision. When she clasped his shoulders, her palm biting into his flesh, his cock grew even harder. She was right—they could make it last later.
Now, he needed to extinguish the fire consuming him. With that in mind, he eased into her, her inner walls clinging to his man meat. She squeezed his shoulders, and he took the hint. She needed him to fuck her—hard.
He slammed his cock inside her sweet, soaking wet pussy. They both moaned, and he reveled in the feeling of his cock pulsating against her walls as she clenched them, causing another shiver through him. Another warning of the impending orgasm.
He slid out just enough, then pummeled into her again, even deeper this time.
“God… this... don’t stop,” she said in between ragged breaths.
“I could fuck you forever,” he said, the last word dangerous, like a grenade. But he refused to think about it, not now. He kept his thrusts hard and fast, and when he saw flickers of satisfaction in her eyes, he intensified the tempo and touched her clit, working it relentlessly.
She moaned, her pupils dilating. His own body contracted. He pinched her clit a bit, and that did it—her whole body tensed for a fraction of a second, only to tremble quickly after, sweat sheening her face and limbs, redness claiming her cheeks and neck. “Yes.”
“That’s right… come all over on my cock, baby,” he said in a gruff voice, barely stringing the words together. He pumped one last time, before his own climax rocketed through him, and he spilled his load inside her.
When he stopped shaking, he fell on top of her, and carried her with him. Something about her in his arms just felt… right. And he wouldn’t think about that right now.
* * *
“You’re a good swimmer,” Lara said. She could watch him back stroke in the pool for hours.
They’d eaten his casserole after having sex, and then decided to take a dip in the pool, naked. She held the edge of the pool in the deeper part, finding it hard to tear the gaze from him. How could she? Troy’s body was perfect.
And hell, he was perfect too.
She mentally slapped herself. Perfect? Nah. But damn the man—he had cooked for her. A god-awful dish, sure, but that simple act had melted her inside.
“Been swimming since I was little. My father taught me himself,” he said, making his way to her in a couple of graceful strokes.
