Page 82 of Best Served Cold

“Yeah you are.” I pressed hot, open-mouthed kisses against the side of his face, his ear, and his neck to distract myself. I was teetering at the edge of my orgasm, but I wasn’t ready for it to be over. “You love this. Love having my dick inside you.”

He nodded against my cheek.

“God, you feel good.” I pressed a kiss against his temple. “So fucking good. You’re gonna make me come so hard.”

He clamped down around me, his entire body shaking. “Zane!”

I shifted so I could stroke him better. “You’re okay. I’ve got you.”

His body went stiff.

“Come for me, Noah,” I whispered in his ear, my voice breathless and broken as I put as much power and speed behind my thrusts as I dared.

His back bowed and his mouth fell open.

My thighs cramped and my lower back tingled as my orgasm crept closer.

I bit down on his shoulder and worried his skin between my teeth. I needed him to come. Needed him to.

Noah’s strangled scream pierced the silence. He clenched and rippled around me, his cock pulsing and kicking in my hand. Wetness pooled beneath him, but it was how he clasped the back of my neck with one hand, and my ass with the other, squeezing tight and holding me in place as he came hard, that was my undoing.

My own orgasm tore out of me. I bucked and writhed over him as my muscles contracted and relaxed at a dizzying pace. My vision went snowy, then faded to black as I released all that pent-up pleasure and desire in a final wave and emptied into the condom.

I fell on Noah in a sweaty, exhausted mess, my teeth in his neck and my dick buried inside him. He lay beneath me, his body twitching with aftershocks as he moaned deliriously.

Gathering up my strength, I pushed off him and sat back on my heels. He lay on the ground in a boneless heap, a goofy, ghost of a smile on his lips.

My dick tingled with sensitivity. Carefully, I pulled out of him, my eyes glued to his ass, and dragged my cockhead over his hole. The gentle contact on my overstimulated skin felt amazing. Still hard, I pushed back inside him and sank as deep as I could. “Holy fuck.”

Noah moaned into his arm.

I continued to tease him until my cock softened then fell free. I snapped off the condom and tied it off. Carefully, I climbed off him and stood on shaky legs.

Noah lay still for a moment, then pushed up on his hands and knees. He didn’t look at me as he stood, wobbling and nearly falling over.

I grabbed his arm to steady him. He grunted what could have been a thanks and turned away, breaking my grip.

Silently, we righted our clothes. Noah’s hair was a mess. I assumed mine was too. His cheeks were flushed, and around his mouth was pink from stubble burn. The legs of his jeans and the front of his sweater were stained with patches of dirt.

There was no way in hell we could hide that something had happened. We looked like we’d either fought or fucked.

“So, did I win?” I asked, just to break the silence.

“Depends.” He rubbed his hands against his jeans to dust them off.

“On?”

“On whether or not you let me fuck you.”

My ass clenched and my chest went hot. An hour ago I would have sworn up and down that I’d never let Noah, or anyone, fuck me, but now, after seeing how much he enjoyed it, I wasn’t so sure.

“And if I don’t?”

“Then you win.” He smirked, halfway. “See you tomorrow.” He shoved his hands in his pockets and winced.

“Was I too rough?”

I might not know much about sex, but that had been his first time with a guy. He was into pain, which was the only reason I’d been so rough with him. Had I gone too far?

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