Page 78 of Maybe You

“Good?” he asks.

I give a strained snort because what the fuck kind of question is that? I’d tease him about it, but I find that I only have a single nod in me and no words.

He’s arched above me, and when I look down, I can see our cocks lined up against one another. A drop of precum glistens at the tip of Sutton’s dick. I swipe over it with the pad of my thumb, mesmerized by the sight and the feel.

When I look up, I find Sutton’s eyes on me.

I lift the thumb to my mouth and flick over it with my tongue.

“Fuck.” His voice sounds strained.

He tumbles down on top of me, and my back hits the bed, his arms bracketing me on either side of my head, legs entwined with mine. He bites down on the spot where my neck and shoulder meet for a moment, sending sparks of pleasure coursing through my body before he starts to grind down on me, thrusting his hips, his body plastered against mine, creating the kind of pressure that makes the ache and need inside me double in volume.

His whole body moves against mine. My fingers dig into his back and move lower until I can grip his ass cheeks and pull him even closer. I widen my legs and bend my knees. Sutton’s hips slam into mine, and we both let out long, desperate moans.

I’m not the only one on the edge here.

I dig my heels into the mattress and meet his thrusts. Our bodies rub together everywhere. Bare skin against bare skin, slick with sweat, somehow still not close enough.

“Next time, I’m going to taste you.” Sutton breathes the words into my ear. He nips my neck with his teeth. “Suck you down my throat,” he murmurs. “As deep as you can go.”

My whole body is strung tight and aching. I’m getting off on his words. Dirty promises of all the things he wants to do to me. Words that make me arch beneath him.

“I want to fuck you. My cock in your ass. Stretching you. Owning you. Making you hungry and desperate.”

It’s the gravel in his voice. The strain. The words. And his body rubbing against mine.

“So needy,” he says, and he sounds wrecked.

I come in a white-hot flash of pleasure, head thrown back, black spots appearing in front of my eyes, my dick pulsing and shooting between us.

I’ve never come this hard.

My limbs feel like jelly, and all I can do is watch Sutton above me. He wraps his hand around his cock, his fist flies over his dick until his abs tighten, and he shoots all over my stomach. Sticky, warm liquid pools in my belly button and drips down my sides.

He stares down at me for a long moment. At my heaving chest and his cum on my belly.

“Fuck.” He says it with feeling and with the kind of dazed expression on his face that would be funny if I weren’t so wrecked from the orgasm myself.

“Good?” I manage to ask.

He starts to laugh.

“Yeah, not too bad.”

For some reason, this feels extremely funny. My laughter bubbles to the surface to join his, loud and uninhibited.

“Not too bad,” I echo, then laugh some more.

He drops onto the bed next to me, one leg still thrown over mine. He turns to look at me, lips curled into a smile.

I’m so relaxed and filled with endorphins and the echoes of an adrenaline rush and all that other good stuff that I feel like I’m boneless. I turn my head toward Sutton and meet his gaze.

“Thank you,” I say.

He snorts.

“Anytime. Feel free to take that literally.”

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