Page 106 of Becoming Us

“Isn’t that—” I started, but cut off with a choked gasp as he nailed just the right spot. “Cheating?”

His lips brushed the shell of my ear. “I need both of my hands if I’m going to fuck you like you want me to.”

I closed my eyes tightly and did as he said. Goosebumps broke out across my skin, sparking higher when I wrapped my hand around myself and started stroking.

He bit down on my earlobe before sucking it into his mouth. His lips moved lower, pressing slow kisses down the back of my neck, and then?—

“Oh my god!” I cried, arching as his teeth sank into the nape of my neck.

I had no idea when he’d even learned that move, but fuck me, it felt incredible. Like a live wire had run from my spine straight down to my balls.

The pounding against the wall sped up. He released my skin just long enough to murmur, voice thick and husky, “Faster, baby?”

“Fuck, yes!”

He delivered—thrusting harder, faster, rougher—driving into me without restraint. I tried to match the rhythm with my hand, but my coordination was shot. My whole body was coiled tight, desperate to let go.

“You’re so good at this,” he groaned, voice trembling at the edges but still so hot, so fucking sure. His words curled around my spine like heat, winding tighter with every syllable. If he kept talking like that, I wasn’t going to last more than thirty seconds.

“Yeah?” I moaned, breathless.

“You love taking my big cock, don’t you, baby?”

Fucking done.

It was so filthy and so unexpected coming from him that I couldn’t even brace for it. I whined through clenched teeth as I came hard. My hand flew over my cock, pulse after pulse spilling across the sheets beneath us.

“That’s it. That’s it…” His hips faltered as he buried himself deep, forehead pressed between my shoulder blades, letting out a shuddering groan as he came.

After a moment, he eased out gently and slipped an arm around my waist, guiding me onto my side and pulling my back against his chest as we both fought to catch our breath.

“Wow,” I finally managed when words returned.

Atty chuckled. “Told you I could.” His voice was smooth, sated, and stupid sexy.

“I never want to be right again in my life if it means you’ll keep fucking me like that. You win. Forever. I’ll write it down and sign the damn contract.”

He let out a real laugh, the kind that made my chest feel too full. I smiled lazily and turned to him. His face was flushed and glowing, and fuck—I loved looking at him after sex. He always looked like he was lit from within. Like the fucking sex god angel that he was.

“Where the hell did you learn to talk like that?”

He narrowed his eyes. “From you. As if that isn’t glaringly obvious?”

I started to laugh. Light at first. Then a bark. Then I lost it completely.

Apparently, he’d also fucked the last of my sanity out of me.

I rolled back onto my side and closed my eyes. “Jesus Christ, Atty. Every time I think this can’t get better between us, you prove me wrong.”

He kissed the top of my shoulder, then slumped back on the bed, his arms tightening around me. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” I whispered with a smile.

Atty was everything.

There was a knock at the door. Neither of us moved much—just cracked our eyes open.

“Just wanted to inform you,” Colin called out. “That you’ve officially been demoted to worst roommate ever. And what the hell happened to the floor?”