Page 17 of Courting Danger

Slow up, and quick down.

Over and over.

Each time Garrison seemed to hit a little deeper, until I expected to feel the outline of the man’s cock through my skin when I pressed a hand to my own stomach.

“Fuck.” I nearly bit my tongue on the curse word as I started bouncing wildly. “Fuck. You’re so… so much. Too much. I need more.”

Our momentum shifted when Garrison bucked his hips up at the same time I dropped down. The added force sent his cock slamming right into my prostate.

Ecstasy flooded my brain, nearly making me come on the spot. I braced my hands on Garrison’s chest to keep myself upright.

“Ah. Right there. Yes.”

My legs trembled and my muscles locked up; I was unable to move.

Yet, Garrison didn’t stop. The man kept thrusting upward, digging his heels into the mattress for more leverage even as he dutifully maintained his grip on the headboard.

Sitting atop Garrison as the man fucked up into me was like riding a bucking bronco without a saddle. I clung to Garrison’s shoulders to maintain my seat on the wild ride. Through sheer will, I managed to start moving my hips again. I met Garrison thrust for thrust as we pushed each other toward the height of pleasure just out of reach.

Garrison didn’t say a word. He made plenty of noise, grunts and groans and moans, but he didn’t talk much during sex.

That was fine. I babbled enough for the both of us.

“Come on, baby.” My nails clawed red streaks over Garrison’s chest. “I can tell you’re close. Give it to me.”

White lights danced around the edges of my vision. I didn’t dare look away from the pleasure illuminating Garrison’s face. It took all of my control to push back the orgasm building under my skin and in my belly. I wanted to see Garrison finish first.

Metal bent even more under Garrison’s straining grip as the man approached his end.

When the moment finally came, it was beautiful. As Garrison was lost in his own small death, the lines of his face softened. Even the scar cutting down his cheek seemed to diminish.

Fucking myself down on Garrison as the other man rode out the last waves of orgasm, I tumbled over the edge of my own peak. My thighs clenched tight around Garrison’s hips, locking us together. Every nerve in my body erupted at the same time. It seemed to go on forever, crashing over me in waves. Each time I thought it was over, I’d be pulled back into the tide of pleasure.

Eventually, it ended and my heart rate returned to normal, though it took several minutes for my thoughts to return from the gray haze they’d wandered off into.

When I could properly think again, I looked down at the man below me and immediately started laughing.

“I’m so sorry.”

My apology lost its effect when I could barely form the words through my laughter.

Grumbling under his breath, Garrison released the headboard to wipe the results of my orgasm off his face.

“At least I’ll know it’s coming next time.”

My laughter died, replaced by a bloom of warmth taking root behind my breastbone. We hadn’t discussed “next time”. For Garrison to make such an assumption had to mean the man could also see himself as a staple in my life.

Together we managed to disentangle ourselves and clean up. By then it was barely mid-afternoon, but I was already exhausted. A nap sounded perfect. I invited Garrison to join me, which the man accepted with little persuasion. We lay together in the dim light of the bedroom, still undressed, close enough for our legs to intertwine despite the bed being more than big enough for two people.

Garrison stretched out on his stomach with his folded arms acting as a pillow. His eyes were closed, but he was obviously still awake based on his breathing pattern. The bed sheet barely covered his hips, leaving his back on full display.

It was an invitation I couldn’t refuse. I lay on my side with my head propped up on one hand while my other traced the burn scars on Garrison’s back.

Without opening his eyes, Garrison pressed his shoulder blade more firmly into my palm. “If you’re going to ask, just ask. I don’t mind.”

A tempting offer. One that I almost accepted. I followed the scars with my fingers until the rippled skin disappeared under the sheet, then I switched to drawing circles on Garrison’s upper arm instead.

“What’s the meaning of this tattoo?”

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