Page 62 of Resonance
“Good boy.” It slipped out and before I could overthink it, and a lusty moan racked his chest. “Like that?”
He nodded gently as I rocked in and out of his mouth, stroking his chest, lifting his other hand to my lips and kissing his palm, his wrist. I sucked his fingers until his hips thrust wantonly and he bucked against the air as he cried out.
The sounds and movements of his body shredded my reserves, ramping my arousal to heights I’d honestly thought I wasn’t capable of anymore. But goddamn, there was just something about him, how naked his desire was and how he didn’t hide any of it from me or try to be subtle about it.
Everythingabout him made me ache in ways both physical and beyond. Deeper than anything I’d felt in years.
When I stopped moving, he grazed my hip with his fingertips and whispered, “What?”
“I…” I lost my words and held a finger up at him. It’d been a damn while since I moved as fast as I did to the bedroom to dig out a condom and some lube. When I returned, he hadn’t moved an inch, was still lying spread over my kitchen table like some beautifully filthy feast.
I helped him off it as he kicked free of his pants. Then I spun him in my arms, pressing kisses to the nape of his neck as I wet my fingers and slid them inside him. Owen rested back against me, eyes closed, each exhale trembling at the corners of his mouth, and that ache in my heart split wide open.
Chapter 21
Imight have told Dan I wasn’t a stutterer, but when he ran a hand up my spine, urging me gently down over the table as his cock glided along my entrance and then pressed inside in a white-hot blast of stinging pressure, I fucking stuttered. A lot.
Digging my nails into the woodgrain surface on either side of me, I arched, trying to tempt him deeper, make him let go of the thin thread of cautiousness I detected in the way he palmed my ass cheek. I could take it. I wanted to take it. All of it. All of him. Right now. But he held firm when I protested with a whimper, skimming his fingertips along my rib cage as he eased in farther.
I might’ve looked like an idiot with my eyes squeezed tight and all openmouthed, but I couldn’t manage to shut it, like the arousal lashing my insides in crushing wavelengths of heat needed that gaping exit point.
Everything was foggy and erotic, and each thrust of Dan’s cock pierced the veil with blinding pleasure. Overwhelmed, I forgot my own throbbing erection and lost myself to the incredible sensations radiating from the base of my spine. Dan moved inside me, gradually gathering momentum, and when he finally slammed home on a deep groan, I bowed up with a cry.
I protested again when Dan pulled out and guided me around by my shoulders, searching my face. I wasn’t sure for what, but whatever he found there had a half smile edging over his mouth as he prompted me up on the table and hooked my legs around his waist. “Wanted more of you,” he said in vague explanation.
I braced on the palms of my hands as he cradled the back of my neck and thrust into me again. His lips seared over my jaw, found mine, and he kissed me deep and hard. With each thrust, he dipped a little so the tight planes of his stomach rubbed against my cock, and I started to really fucking lose it.
“I can’t… you’re gonna… holy fuck…”
Planting one hand on the table, Dan pulled me closer with the other as he murmured into my ear. “You’re driving me out of my goddamn head squeezing that tight little ass around me.”
Shit.I let go of the table, a momentary free fall before I laced my fingers behind his neck and just held the fuck on like a wind-tossed sailor caught in the perfect storm. “Oh God.Ohgodohgodohgod.”
Dan groaned into my mouth, and I tore away from the kiss, burying my face in his neck as I tightened my arms around him, the friction against my shaft and his deep gliding thrusts crashing over me in tandem.
I lost it in seconds, crying out as I shattered and slicked our torsos with my release. Dan clamped his hands around my ass cheeks and slammed home so forcefully the table skidded across the floor, something else crashing as he let out a roar and emptied himself inside me.
We held fast to each other until the strong pulse of his cock within me faded and our panting breaths slowed.
Gently, he lowered me back on the table and flailed an arm out to brace himself when I didn’t let go of his neck, carrying him right down with me so that he folded over me.
I loosened my grip, and he drew back an inch. For a second we just stared at each other. His eyes were glossy and bright and alive, and I could’ve stayed like that all night probably.
“Are you afraid to look?” I whispered after a moment, breaking the spell.
Dan raked his teeth over his lower lip and chuckled. “Little bit.”
I dared a peek to one side, his gaze slower to follow. But once we caught sight of the mass chaos of crockery, glass, and silverware on the floor, we both started laughing.
“Guess it was about time to replace some of that stuff, anyway.” He seemed amused as he straightened. “Hang there a sec,” he directed, and then with a caress that trailed from my throat to my stomach, stepped away, crunching through glass to retrieve a towel. He held it under the tap, then returned.
His brows flicked together in concentration as he cleaned me off, and something about his slow, careful strokes made my breath hitch and my heart flutter in my chest. After he tossed the spent condom and wiped himself down, he threw the rag on top of the table and reached a hand out to ease me upright as he tucked himself away.
I rested my forehead against his chest and felt his hand stroke up my back. I let out a contented breath and was about to suggest we eat when he doubled over with a curse, knocking his head against my shoulder.
“Foot cramp,” he explained for my alarmed expression as he stumbled a few steps backward and slid to the ground in front of the stove, out of the way of the shattered dishes. “It’ll go in a second. Usually just happens after I’ve been running or on my feet a long time.”
“Guess I made your toes curl too hard, huh, old man?”