Page 41 of Something to Prove

It was torture.

I was on fire, burning up with a need to have him on top of me, inside me. It wasn’t like me to be so greedy, but I was at the end of my rope and seconds away from begging. Thank Mary, Joseph, and baby Jesus that wasn’t necessary.

He smacked my ass and lunged for the lube. Rolling on a condom with one hand, Ty scooted behind me, nudging my knees apart. He might have still been wearing his jeans. I thought he’d taken them off, but I could feel the dig of denim on my calves, and—oh…wow, his fingers were back. One…then two. I whimpered and wiggled my hips.

“Feel good?” Ty asked, adding a third.

I grunted a yes, sighing with relief as he removed his fingers, lined his sheathed cock at my entrance, and pushed.

He rolled his hips, pausing often to give me a chance to adjust to his girth. Just as I thought it was too much, pain gave way to intense pleasure. The kind that left me reeling and dizzy.

“I’m okay now,” I assured him, setting a hand on his thigh. “You can move.”

Ty rocked forward, tracing my spine as he thrust in and out, in and out. I could hear him speaking or whispering, but I wasn’t sure what he was saying. Something like, “I got you. You’re okay. I’ll take care of you.”

That couldn’t be right. Not that it mattered. The words weren’t important—it was the low rumbly cadence of his voice and the rhythm he set. A little faster now. He held my hips, grinding against my ass and upping his pace. The twang of bedsprings and the slap of skin echoed along with a chorus of, “Oh, yes. That’s it. Right there. Oh, fuck, yes, yes, yes.”

I think that was me. I gripped the bedsheets for purchase as he moved like thunder, hitting every pleasure point inside me. My poor neglected cock bounced and drooled on the mattress. I had to come. I shifted my weight to jerk myself, but Ty got there first. He closed his fist around me and…that was it.

“Ungh! I’m coming!”

He rode me through my orgasm, tightening his hold as he pistoned faster and faster till he faltered and collapsed, covering me like a blanket and roaring through his release.

It took a few minutes to rejoin the land of the living. I wasn’t in a hurry. I was perfectly fine buried under a mountain a man, thank you very much.

Eventually, Ty rolled off me. He mumbled something like, “Bathroom?” and I responded with a grunt and a warbled, “That way.”

I tingled all over from the aftereffects of my orgasm and wasn’t quite ready or willing to worry about the potentially awkward post-sexau revoir. I was sure it was coming, though. There was a decent chance he’d fetch his T-shirt from the wreckage of our clothing strewn on my bedroom floor and race for the door in a panic.

Yes, that sounded about right. It was the speed of his exit I was unsure of. Would it be a hasty “I forgot I have somewhere tobe” or a slower-moving parting with a casual reminder that our mind-blowing naked tango was a one-time-only thing. Either option was feasible.

But he surprised me.

Ty returned with a warm washcloth and two water bottles. He set the waters on the nightstand and flashed a sheepish lopsided smile. “I raided your fridge. Hope you don’t mind.”

I opened my eyes and blinked. “Uh…no, of course not. Wait. What are you?—”

“Shh. Stay still. I’m gonna help you clean up.”

“I can do it myself.”

I attempt to sit, but Ty held me in place with a firm hand on my shoulder.

“Let me. We went pretty hard, and I want to be sure I didn’t hurt you.”

“I…you…that’s not—” My sputtering came to a halt when he spread my cheeks and gently wiped the excess lube.

“A little pink. Not bad, though.” He snickered at my incredulous expression. “What? I literally had my tongue in your ass. There’s no reason to get shy now.”

“Oh…my…God.” I closed my eyes briefly, swatting his biceps as I twisted to sit up and lean against the headboard. “No more talking. Do not open your mouth.”

Ty made a zipped-lips gesture and flopped onto the bed beside me—buck naked. No jeans, no shoes, no socks, no obvious plan to escape posthaste. He uncapped a water bottle and handed it over, then opened the second one for himself and pressed the bottle to his closed mouth, letting water dribble down his chin as he waggled his thick brows.

My indulgent smile morphed into real laughter at his playful antics.

Ty unzipped his lips a moment later with a comedic gasp for air and swiped at his mouth. “I can’t abide by the no-speechrules if you’re gonna stare at my junk, Woody. Probably feeling a little awestruck at my sheer bigness, and I totally get that, but I’m shy and?—”

“You’re not shy in the slightest,” I scoffed. “And I wasn’t staring. I just happened to notice that you’re wearing less clothing than you did when we…”