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He was down in seconds, his tongue on me, teasing my clit until I was writhing and whimpering, my fingers tangled in his hair, my thighs crushing his head, back arching off the bed.

“Coast, please,” I begged, tugging his hair harder. To no avail. I pressed my feet into his shoulders, pushing him away.

“Please, what?” he asked as he reached back to tug off his shirt, then removed his jeans.

I wasn’t someone who was bold and outspoken in general, let alone in bed. But the need was a clawing, desperate thing. And that made me shameless.

“Please fuck me,” I said, watching his eyes go molten.

He came over me, his hard lines meeting my softer ones.

He reached out to the nightstand, grabbing protection and tossing it on the mattress beside us.

Then his lips were on mine and his hips were rocking against my cleft.

When I was scratching my nails down his back and rocking up into him, he threw his weight, rolling onto his back, then grabbing the condom and rolling it on.

“Get over here,” he demanded when he was done, his hand fisted around the base of his cock. “There you go,” he murmured as I moved to straddle him. “Now take me in and ride me.”

I didn’t need to be told twice.

I slid down his length, both of us gasping at the sensation as he filled me. But there was no savoring the sensation. The need for release was too strong.

Coast’s hands went to my hips as I started to ride him exactly how my body was begging for: hard and fast.

It wasn’t long before I could feel that telltale tightening, that tension in my muscles.

“That’s it,” Coast said, gaze on me. “Come for me.”

Just like that, the climax burst through me, stealing my breath, so the only thing that came out of me was a gasping sound as I fell forward into him.

Beneath me, Coast let out a curse, anchoring his arm across my hips, then starting to rock up into me. Slow at first, then faster and faster. Taking me from one orgasm and toward another at a breakneck pace.

“That’s it,” Coast said, voice getting tight. “Let me feel your pussy squeeze my cock.”

A needy whimper escaped me as he drove me right to that edge again, then sent me soaring over.

My cries were muffled with my lips against his shoulder as the waves crashed through me over and over.

Coast worked me through it before pulling my hips down hard as he surged up, then came with me.

I collapsed on him afterward, too weak to hold up any of my own body weight.

Coast chuckled in my hair, rolling us until we were both on our sides, but close.

His forehead pressed to mine.

“I figured that was the best way not to fuck up your hair and let everyone know we weren’t exactlytalkingup here.”

I chuckled and rolled onto my back, staring at the ceiling of the room that was going to be mine temporarily.

“I did actually want to talk to you about some things.”

“We can talk,” he agreed, folding up and standing beside the bed to deal with the condom, then fishing his clothes off the floor again. “While we eat,” he added, tossing me my clothes. “Trust me, you don’t wanna miss Eddie’s food.”

“He had me at ‘home-cooked meal,’” I agreed, feeling all loose-limbed and relaxed as I got back in my clothes.

“So, what did you want to ask?” Coast asked as we walked out into the hall.