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He breaks the kiss, panting harshly.
“Shit.” With his other hand he grabs my leg and curls it around his thigh. His hard-on drags on my belly, sending sparks of need up into my core. “Want you to come all over my cock.”
Oh God. His words are so sexy I clench inside, hard. I want him so much I ache. I tug again against his hold and he releases me, only to grab my other leg and pull that one around his hip, lifting me completely off the floor.
I yip and throw my arms around his neck, holding on for dear life. He chuckles and lifts me higher, his hands sliding under my ass, impressive muscles shifting in his chest and arms.
Whoa. He’s lifting me higher still, sliding me up against the wall. I slip my fingers into the soft hair at his nape and moan when he unerringly finds my breast with his mouth and sucks on my nipple.
God, this is so hot. Then the head of his cock slides along my seam, back and forth, warm and wet, the barbell hard and cool, and I arch my neck, close my eyes, struggling to swallow the sounds he’s dragging out of me.
“Rafe…” I mumble, “please.”
He lets go of my nipple, pushes me harder against the wall, and begins to lower me.
Inch by inch.
On top of his cock.
I bite my lip as he sinks into me, the flared head with the barbell breaching me, stretching me, followed by his hard length, the hoop on the underside dragging deliciously inside me.
Too much. Too much anticipation, too much sensation, too much pleasure. Just right.
I spasm around him, let out a startled cry, and come, contracting around his cock, again and again. My nails dig into the back of his neck as I ride him. His hands lift and lower me, drawing out the pleasure, until the last jolts and tremors fade.
My panting breaths echo in the bathroom, mingling with his. It takes me a long moment to gather my wits again and realize he’s still holding me up, and that he’s still fully hard inside me. His cat-like eyes glimmer as he gazes at me, his mouth curving into a faint smile.
“Holy shit,” he rasps. “That was beautiful.”
Wasn’t I supposed to be the one distracting him with pleasure, taking his mind off the present? My brain is filled with static.
Before I can formulate any words, the muscles in his arms bulge, his pecs bunch up, and he starts lifting me off him, ever so slowly. My eyes practically roll up in my head as his cock slips out of me, a long, slow drag that makes me shudder.
He settles me on my feet, his hands moving up, clasping my waist, and his head drops forward. “God, I wanna fuck you until I come,” he whispers. “Need to come inside you.”
“Yeah.” I reach behind him to turn off the water and press my breasts to his chest. “Want to feel you come inside me. Want to hear you shout as you come apart. Want to hold you when you do.”
“Fuck. Fuck, oh Christ.” He bends, kisses me hard on the lips, then grabs me under the knees and picks me up. “Bed, now.”
He’s striding out of the bathroom, dripping all over the floor, before I even have a chance to blink.
“Your ribs,” I protest as he enters the bedroom. “Put me down.”
“I’m okay.” He starts leaning over the bed, then winces. I wiggle out of his hold and he lets me slide down, biting on the inside of his cheek. “Dammit.”
Worried, I step back to have a better look at his side, but he’s having none of that. He kisses me quickly, licks at my lips, then nudges me until I sprawl on the bed.
“Don’t move,” he growls and strides of out the room, only to return a moment later, holding something in his hand. He throws it on the bed by my side. A condom.
The next second he’s kneeling between my legs, and oh holy God, he’s stroking himself.
Mesmerized, I watch those long fingers curl around his shaft and pump in slow strokes. His fist moves up and down, lingering on the upstroke, until his breath hitches, then sliding down again. He toys with the hoop on the underside, tugging on it, his balls hanging full and heavy beneath.
Dear baby Jesus. I can’t just sit here, not touching. Can’t wait anymore for him to be back inside me.
I reach for the condom, tear the package open and put my hand over his. He stills, eyes darkening as they dip down. I place the condom on him, and he’s so wet we roll it together over the flared head and down his shaft easily, in spite of the piercings.
His mouth goes slack, eye fluttering shut as we both hold on to his hard-on, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. His need is so overwhelming, so intense—not just the need to come, but to let go, forget the bad, remember the good. Be gentled.
