Page 97 of The Guy in the Alley

“Now, Trace.”

Fine, if he was gonna bring out the bossy tone…

I stood up again, and I popped a kiss to his lips before I turned around, and I caught a brief glimpse of his smile. Then he was behind me, rubbing his cock between my ass cheeks, and I knew this would go fast. I braced myself—oh, fucking hell, there we go.

I screwed my eyes shut and slammed my fist against the wall. Not for the first time, I cursed myself for getting so fucking turned on by that initial fireball of pain as he buried himself all the way in. The hurt blazed through me with such intensity that I couldn’t draw breath.

“That what you wanted, bright spot?” he whispered in my ear. His voice was strained and rough, and I whimpered in response. And to his question. I nodded a little too, and my whole body broke out in a fever.

He owned my body with that cock of his.

While I recovered, he started fucking me in deep, unhurried thrusts, and he brought my free hand down to my cock. A silent request.

I finally managed to draw a ragged breath.

He fucked me.

I stroked myself.

He sucked on my neck.

I moaned embarrassingly loudly and began meeting every push.

With a tight grip on my hips, he yanked me out from the wall a bit, and then he picked up the pace.

“Jesus fuck,” he bit out.

Yeah. That. Holy fucking something—we were done with lube. The added friction when we just used spit intensified the burn, and I was rendered useless. It felt like the entire fuck was a long orgasm, or at least a wild buildup I couldn’t get enough of.

“Harder,” I moaned. “Fuck, I love that—just like that. Oh God.”

He groaned, fingertips digging painfully into my hips, and he drilled into me as if he couldn’t stop, as if there was no tomorrow. And then he hit another angle, and I cried out before I pressed my mouth against my arm.

“This is all mine, Trace.” He gave my ass a solid thwack and squeezed the flesh.

I couldn’t keep up with what was happening inside me. The storm surged too quickly and pushed me to the brink long before I was ready, but I couldn’t help it.

“I’m fucking coming,” I gritted out.

He grunted and slammed into me. “Let it all go.”

I was already there. I flipped my lid, and I had just enough wits about me to rub my cock through the orgasm. Fuck, rope after rope splattered against the wall, and I couldn’t breathe. My lungs were burning—my ass was burning. And the sensations grew hotter when he got off a beat or two later.

He slid his cock in and out of his release, fucking his climax deeper into me.

Why couldn’t I hear anyth—never mind. There was this rushing noise, but it faded slowly, until I heard our panting. Christ, I hadn’t even noticed I was breathing again.

Ben plastered himself to me, still buried deep, and pressed his face against my neck.

His chest heaved.

I swallowed dryly and let go of my cock.

Fuck, I had come everywhere.

“Ow,” I whispered as I tried to relax. My legs were cramping up.

“Want me to carry you to bed?” He smiled into the kiss he pressed below my ear.

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