I found hope in the fact that he had so freely given me his body. And, as soon as I got inside him, I’d claim him completely once and for all. No woman in the world could take him like I was going to.
He was beautiful writhing under me. The strong muscles of his stomach and his thighs tensed every time I pressed in deep. And the breath that rushed from his mouth when I’d start to withdraw might as well have been whispering erotic pleas to my cock. I’d never been so turned on in my life.
But I wanted his heart.
“Henry. Please. I can’t hold back much… Fuck.”
I curled my fingers inside him and his hard-on jumped in response. A few strokes more and he was going to lose it.
But I wanted to feel that from the inside and not with my fingers.
“Roll over,” I ordered, snatching the condom off the floor.
“Thank fuck,” he huffed, climbing to his knees, but he didn’t roll over at all.
Gripping the back of my hair, he crushed his mouth over mine. Greedily, our tongues tangled and his hand slipped between my legs, massaging my balls before gliding up my shaft.
“Shit,” I cursed as he punishingly pumped me.
Biting my bottom lip, he mumbled, “Not so fucking fun on the receiving end of torture, is it?”
I moaned, barely able to force my smartass reply out. “Oh, I don’t know. Torture has its merits.”
His lips twitched against mine as he snagged the condom from my hand. “So does you fucking me.”
He continued his steady strokes as he ripped the foil wrapper open with his teeth. With a practiced ease, he rolled the condom on me and then picked up the bottle of lube. “There. Now, we’re both ready.”
“Are we?” I whispered when unexpected nerves churned in my stomach.
A sexy smirk hiked one side of his mouth. “We are.”
We.
The nerves faded, leaving nothing but an all-consuming need coursing through me.
“Turn around,” I demanded, pouring lube over my wrapped erection.
He obeyed.
My heart raced as if I were the virgin in our little scenario. And, for the way I knew both of our lives would be altered after this, I might as well have been.
It was his first time.
For me, it was the culmination of what I hoped was the final hunt.
Pressing my chest to his back, I allowed my cock to glide between his cheeks. His head lolled to the side and a loud growl rumbled in his throat as he swayed back against me. On our knees, we were nearly the same height, and our bodies lined up perfectly.
After looping my arms around his hips, I found his thick cock jutting out in front of him—waiting for me. Evan moaned and arched his back when I took him in my hand. His cheeks parted slightly from the movement, taking me deeper without actually taking me anywhere.
Lube was everywhere, but I needed more if this was going to be good for him. And I needed it to be good for him. I was reaching for the bottle on the floor beside us when he caught my wrist.
“No more. I’m good.” He bent over, resting his hands on the ground and forcing his ass up.
There was nothing left to do—except risk losing the only person I’d ever truly wanted to keep.
Nerves roared inside me.
Leaning over, I grazed my teeth over his shoulder. His breathing faltered as I guided myself to his entrance.
“Breathe,” I whispered. But, as I gently pressed past his tight ring, he wasn’t the only one holding his breath. “Relax,” I urged when I felt him tense around me, halting any further progress. I stroked his hard-on from behind until his body gave in to my demands.
“Oh, fuck,” he groaned, his whole body sagging and allowing me just enough leeway to ease all the way in.
It was too much.
His back muscles rippling.
His strangled moans.
My body joined with his.
Mine.
“Move,” he ground out.
I couldn’t if I’d wanted to. “No. Just relax for a second.” I squeezed his hip with one hand and gave him another stroke with my other.
Suddenly, he reared up and caught the back of my head. Turning his neck, he pulled my head over his shoulder until I met his mouth. “Okay. Then I’ll fuck you,” he murmured, sinking backwards onto my cock.
He held me tight for balance as he forced my ass to rest on my heels. As soon as I was settled, he rose out of my lap before gliding back down.
I was speechless as he brazenly began to ride me. The visual combined with his tight heat wrapped around me and his mouth finding mine on every down stroke, made it clear I wouldn’t last long.
“Jesus, Evan,” I breathed before biting his shoulder.
“Faster,” he pleaded, folding his hand over mine, which was still wrapped around his cock.
I attempted to match his rhythm but found it nearly impossible to concentrate. I was going to ruin this for him, but I couldn’t do anything but feel as he moved over me—bottoming out, circling his hips in my lap, and then rising again.
I gave up waiting for his mouth and dropped my forehead to his back as he thoroughly worked me over.
“Yessss,” he hissed as he sank down onto my lap one last time.
Cupping the head of his cock, he caught his release. I was worthless to help him, because as he pulsed with his own orgasm, it sent me over the edge as well.