Page 171 of XOXO

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…”

“You okay?” Aramis grunted.

“Why is your dick so fucking thick? Holy…” she groaned the last word as he finished his slow slide in.

“I wasn’t blessed with length, so I got girth. Are you complaining?” He pulled out just a bit and steadily thrust back in. “Fucking hell, you’re tight.”

“I won’t be much longer,” she joked. “Ooohhhhh…”

“That’s what you get for joking.” His hands gripped her hips, holding her still while he started with deeper thrusts.

“Oh, you fucker.” Her arms flew down, her hands grabbing his forearms. “Oh, yeah… fuck.”

“Gonna… harder, yeah?” he asked. She nodded and wrapped her legs around his waist. He let go of her hips to lean forward, his grip transferred to his headboard for better leverage. Her lower half lifted to meet the new angle and her hands moved to his sweat slick back, nails digging in. The slap of skin on skin echoed in his bedroom, in chorus with June’s moans and his grunts.

“Your… fucking… thighs…” he groaned out. One hand left the headboard to slide down her body to land on her thigh, slick and tight around him.

“Uh, huh, yeah… just… I’m gonna come,” she got out.

“Yeah, okay.” He moved his hand from her thigh to her clit. He thumbed the small bud in time with his thrusts, chasing her orgasm before he let himself. “Come on.”

“Ara… yes, yes… fuck.” Her orgasm slammed into her, making her whole body shake. Aftershocks gripped her body as he slammed into her one last time before he finished. He slumped over, landing on June with an ‘omph.’

“You alive?” She poked his ribs, amused by his squeak.

“Woman. Yes, I’m alive.” He pushed himself back up and gently pulled out of her. After tying off the condom and dropping it into his trash, he flopped over onto his back. It was undignified but he did not care. She rolled, laying her head on his sweaty shoulder. He draped an arm over her waist and wished, oddly enough, for the ac to kick on.

“So…” she started.

“So?”

“Did you still want grading?” she asked with a wink.

“You brat!” He rolled, trapping her under him while he tickled her sides. She laughed so hard she snorted, but he didn’t stop.

“Okay, okay! Mercy!” she shrieked. He stopped tickling her, and rolled them both so they were laying side by side. “I was gonna give you a gold star,” she grumbled.

“Oohh, gold star performance, eh?”

“Until you tickled me,” she told him. “You definitely lose points for that.”

“Okay, I can handle that. But really? You okay? I didn't hurt you or anything?” He leaned over her, making sure she was good.

“I’m fucking golden, Ara.”

“Oh, is that sticking?” he asked.

“You know what, I think it will. And I think this might be the perfect time to explain the name.” She snuggled in close, looking up at him.

“Why the hell not.” He settled in better and dragged the blanket over them. “It’s not long or anything, just pretty embarrassing. Both my parents are English professors, let me lead with that, and my mom is the daughter of a Classics professor—” he paused.

“Ahh.”

“Yeah. So her name is Calliope, because why not name your kid after a Greek goddess, right? Well my dad put his foot down, so luckily I’m not Theseus or something like that. But Aramis was one of the Three Musketeers from Alexandre Dumas, which is one of the three novels dad did his dissertation on,” he finished.

“Kids must have been so mean to you,” she murmured. He shifted his hold on her to pull her closer.

“They were, until my little brother came along. Atticus is almost an equally awful name, but where I’ve always been nerdy, he’s always been sporty. Two years younger than me, but once he was in school he kept the other kids from being too dumb.”

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