Page 153 of Best Served Cold

I’d expected him to go hard and fast, but he didn’t. Instead he rocked into me, his movements rhythmic and measured. It felt incredible, and every brush of his cockhead over my prostate sent another tremor of pleasure through me.

Our kisses were a bit sloppy but so achingly perfect I could barely breathe.

Everything about the moment was too much, and at the same time, absolutely perfect.

I held him as tight as I could, pushing back against his thrusts as we moved together.

“Zane,” he gasped against my lips.

“Yeah, baby?” I sucked his bottom lip between my teeth.

He released a shuddering breath. I soothed his lip with my tongue.

He pressed his face against my neck. “I’m not gonna last.” He released my legs and threaded his arms under my body so he could hug me tight. I hooked my ankles under his ass and dragged my nails down his back.

He sped up, moving faster as he panted against my neck.

Something about having all of him on me like this, his weight pressing me into the mattress as he fully surrounded me, was beyond incredible. I felt safe and cherished.

“I can’t hold back.” He pressed a kiss against my neck, his rhythm faltering. “I’m too close.”

“Finish. Want to feel it.”

“But—”

“Come for me, Noah,” I whispered in his ear, then gently bit down on his lobe.

He jerked against me, his cry muffled by my neck as he came. Warmth filled me, and the knowledge that he’d come inside me made my lizard brain buzz with happiness.

“Goddamn.” He collapsed on me with a chuckle. “I swear I have better stamina than that. I can usually last more than a few minutes.”

I rubbed his back, smiling at the ceiling as I enjoyed his weight on top of me. “I’ll take it as a compliment.”

“As you should.” He kissed me, a big smile on his handsome face. “You’re just too sexy. I couldn’t control myself.”

I grinned, my competitive side giving a little whoop of victory.

“Yeah, it’s only because it’s my first time going bare,” he said, accurately reading my body language. “I’ll outlast you next time.”

“If you say so.” I winced as his cock fell out of me. That part wasn’t it.

“Was it good?” he asked, some of his earlier darkness and fear back.

“It was perfect.” I pecked a kiss against his lips. “I loved every second of it.”

“But you didn’t come.”

“We could flip. See who outlasts who.”

His grin went wicked. “How do you want me?”

“Switch with me. I want you on your back too.”

It took some serious fumbling, but we managed to flip over without causing any damage to the walls, or each other.

I took my time prepping him, giving him a chance to recover from his orgasm. I’d heard from my friends that it could be painful to get fucked after coming. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt him.

“Good?” I asked as I teased him with three fingers, making sure to hit his prostate with every glide.

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