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“I didn’t say you could touch yourself.” His words held a growling undertone that was the sexiest thing I’d ever heard.
The command should’ve pissed me off, but something about the combination of it with how he carried himself and the heat in his eyes just turned me on even more.
“Then make me a better offer.”
Without taking his gaze off me, he ripped open the condom wrapper and rolled the latex over his erection. He leaned over me and grabbed my wrist, not hard enough to hurt, but applying enough pressure to stop my fingers from moving. As he took the other one and raised both my arms above my head, my breath came faster, and my nipples tightened.
That was hotter than it should have been.
I spread my legs as he leaned over me, wiggling as he pinned my hands over my head. The tip of his cock brushed against my skin, and I made an impatient sound. One eyebrow raised, and the corner of his mouth quirked up in amusement.
“Want something?”
I narrowed my eyes. “Fuck me, or I’ll go find someone who…FUCK!”
He filled me too fast and too much, and I fought against his hands as lights danced in front of my eyes. Every cell in my body lit up, vibrated, screamed. I could feel him inside me, above me. I could feel…everything.
“Linsey?”
Coming back to my senses, though no less electrified, I wrapped my legs around his waist and locked eyes with him. “Don’t stop.”
The hesitation on his face sparked something wicked inside me. I shifted my hips and squeezed him. His eyes squeezed closed, and he cursed, his grip on my wrists increasing to the edge of painful. Energy thrummed between us, making it hard to breathe.
He gathered himself quickly and began to move. Back, and then driving forward until he hit the end of me. Sparks of pleasure and pain shot through me, and I wanted more. It took us a couple moments to find our rhythm, but once we did, we pushed our bodies forward, relentlessly chasing release. Faster and harder we came together, the only sounds in the room of flesh against flesh and our harsh breathing.
His free hand dropped to my hip, fingers bruising as he tried to bring us closer than physically possible. My nails raked across his shoulders and down his back, close to breaking skin. He growled and bit my lip, then sucked it into my mouth. I gasped and writhed, my desperation growing with the pressure building inside me.
And then I was coming, harder than I’d ever come in my life, and my vision was graying out, and Davin was coming too, his body stiffening against mine as he buried himself deep.
As I felt consciousness slipping away, I reminded myself that no matter how good this was, once I could think again, I needed to make sure Davin left. This was fucking. We weren’t ‘sleeping together.’ He’d leave, and that’d be it.
Meanwhile, I’d enjoy the bliss while it lasted.