Page 140 of Movers and Shakers

My hands moved down his broad shoulders, feeling the taut muscles flexing underneath my touch. His mouth opened in a groan. I deepened the kiss, my tongue grazing his, and he pressed into me farther.

My skin was on fire, lit by him and him alone. He moved off of me only to slide his hand to grip my ass, pulling my hips flush with his.

“Is hair still off the table?” he asked. “Or was that just a Lila thing?”

“T-the second one,” I said, nearly gasping for air. “You can do whatever you like to me now.”

Barry brought his mouth back to mine, his hand running through my hair and grazing my scalp. I let out a gasp. That part of me was sensitive, a fact I’d never known before since it was used to the abuse from being under a wig so much. I was pressed into the cool counter, the sharp edge digging into my back.

“B-bedroom?” I managed to ask.

Then suddenly, I was there, being flopped onto the bed by the man who had my whole attention. His mouth returned to me as he settled between my open legs.

I was ready for this. So ready it almost hurt.

“Fuck, sunshine,” he said into my neck. “You don’t know what you do to me.”

I gasped as he tugged down my shirt. His mouth found my nipple, teasing it gently with his tongue.

All thoughts were lost to sensation. His other hand slid past the waistband of my sleep shorts, finding my aching core.

He made a noise when he touched my slick folds and I wanted to tell him it was all for him. I couldn’t, though, because I lost the ability to speak once his finger dragged across my clit.

I didn’t often have time for myself with the tour going on, but sometimes I remembered that night when he’d given me the best orgasm of my life. This felt like it could pale in comparison.

I jerked into him, wanting more, and he sucked on my nipple harder and pressed his fingers in tighter.

“Yes,” I said. “Just like that.”

I was soaring, pleasure building up inside of me, making my toes curl. I arched off the bed, feeling myself break as fire erupted from my core and spread through me. Gasping, I was consumed until I was only a puddle in Barry’s arms.

“Was it good?” he asked.

“Y-yeah,” I said. “So good. Better than last time.”

His lips came down on mine again, and I angled my hips up. I could feel the details of his cock as he pressed against me, despite the jeans he wore.

I wanted him inside of me. Ineededhim inside of me. Last time, I was too tired to take anything further, but I was wide awake now.

“Fuck me,” I said.

“Are you sure?”

“Very.” I pressed into him again and dragged my hands under his shirt. I only got a touch of warm skin before he pulled back and took off his shirt. “You’re not wasting any time.”

“With you in my bed? Absolutely not.”

His pants were next, but I stood as he went for his underwear.

“I want to do this part,” I said, placing my hands on the band.

“You can do whatever you want.”

I hooked the elastic in my fingers and dragged it down his toned legs. His cock sprung free and my mouth went dry imagining it inside of me.

When I straightened, his eyes were dark. “Your turn,” he said. He gently pushed me back down on the bed and grabbed at my shorts, pulling them off my body. Once that was done, my shirt was next.

“You’re beautiful, you know that?”

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