Page 19 of Reunion
“I’m glad we’re on the same wavelength.” Dane’s lips curved in a faint smile as he grasped onto my hips, then slid his hand around to cup my asscheeks, the salt from his skin biting into the tender flesh, joining with the sting of penetration as he held me open and pushed just barely inside.
“Jesus.” I rested my forehead against his and tried to sink onto his cock, but he held me back and slowed me down. Millimeter by millimeter, he filled me, intense pressure that transmuted, after a moment, to deep-reaching pleasure.
For a handful of seconds, it was just…nice. Gentle. This kind of lulling rock of our bodies against each other, the easy glide of Dane’s strokes paced with our inhales and exhales. I wrapped my arms around him tighter and burrowed into his neck, licking and nipping his throat carelessly.
And then something shifted.
He nailed my prostate at the same time his fingers dragged over the welts on my ass and every nerve ending inside me sparked off at once. I made a guttural, lust-drunk noise, and whatever shreds of civility remained between us were abandoned. Dane thrust up into me like a savage, and I met him, equally unhinged, thighs tightening around him, my hands all over his body. We became push and pull, thrust and retreat, hot skin and nails. And teeth.
He flipped me over without warning, and I threw my head back with a cry, moaning as he braced on an elbow and sucked a stinging path up my throat. His kisses were as punishing and transfixing as his thrusts, and I grabbed at him, making broken, feral sounds as he fucked me.
“Dane,fuck.” I ground out. Every part of my body throbbed with the need to come.
“You wanna come,baby?”
I didn’t have even an ounce of sarcasm left in me. Nodding eagerly, I started to reach between us to take care of myself, but Dane grabbed both my hands, holding them to my chest as he tsked me.
“Oh no you don’t. That’smine.Mine to give, mine to take.” He kissed a wet, sucking trail down my body and took me into the back of his throat, fingers filling me instead of his cock.
Everything inside me tightened and released at once. It couldn’t have taken more than a second before I came apart on a hoarse cry, the edges of my vision blurring as I spilled into the inferno of Dane’s mouth.
My cock was still twitching, my ass clenching when he pushed back inside me. Sealing his mouth to mine, the taste of my seed flooded over my tongue as he kissed me. It was the filthiest thing I’d ever experienced, and my cock gave another twitch as Dane wrapped his fist around it and milked me dry.
“I want to…oh, fuckyes,” I babbled as he held my arms down and, on one final powerful thrust that lifted my hips, emptied himself inside me.
He tugged my hair and licked into my mouth as he rode out his orgasm, and then we were just aftershocks and quaking thighs and panting breaths. His fingers smoothed over my hair as he rolled off me onto his side, where we curled in toward each other. He matched my stupid, sex-drunk smile with a crooked grin that was such an echo of my old friend that I leaned in and kissed him impulsively.
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Dane
Cole’s thighs shook as I stroked them while waiting for my pounding heart to slow. He lolled his head toward me, hair mussed, eyes glassy. He looked as wrecked as I felt, and I leaned forward again, bracing a palm beside his head as I brushed a kiss over his lips. We couldn’t seem to stop doing that. “Okay there?”
Cole flapped his hand against my arm drowsily. “Totally zoned out, honestly, though the stinging in my ass is about to bring me crashing back to earth. Fuck, that was intense.”
I slid free of him and stretched toward the drawer in the bedside table, retrieving a tube that I laid beside him, then nudged his shoulder. “Roll onto your stomach.”
“I’ll get your sheets messy.Messier,” he corrected.
“There’s this thing called a washing machine…have you heard of it?”
“Smart-ass,” he muttered but rolled onto his stomach, then craned a look over his shoulder to survey his reddened ass. “Wow, that’s pretty fierce.”
There was no broken skin—I’d been very conscientious of where and how often I’d struck him with the cane—but there were some angry stripes where I’d doubled blows. I’d kept that to a minimum, too, wanting to give him a taste of impact play without overwhelming him and ruining it for him. In my experience there was a fine balance.
With the tube of ointment in hand, I coated Cole’s cheeks in a thick layer while he hummed and squirmed under my touch.
“Is this aftercare?”
I pressed a quick kiss to his hip and capped the tube before tossing it onto the bedside table. “It is. I’ll get you some water in a few minutes, too.” I flopped back on the bed and gently drew him toward me, spooning him and smoothing a touch along his biceps, skimming over his shoulder and pressing my thumb gently against any knots I felt, trying to work them loose.
“Mmm, I like this,” Cole murmured. “I’m used to just finishing and hopping right into the cleanup.”
“Yeah? No cuddling or comedown? No basking in the afterglow?”
He shrugged against me. “Not really. My last boyfriend wasn’t much for cuddling until after cleaning up—he was a neat-freak type—then we usually passed out immediately. Not much basking happened. And with a random hookup? Nah. I don’t really want to cuddle with strangers.”
“Ahh.” I reached for the covers, pulling them over us. Heat radiated from Cole’s ass as he nestled against me, and I made a mental note to grab an ice pack when I got up.