Page 35 of Don't Fall For A Rockstar

“I’m down for that. But first, I need the real deal.”

Tommy’s grin was downright lethal as he finger-fucked me, slowly, and the initial burn replaced with a fullness that was just right, but still not enough.

“Are you sure?” he asked me as he continued to stretch me.

“Are you kidding?” I growled, thrusting my hips, frustrated at his teasing. “Get your cock in my ass. Now.”

His head fell back as he laughed out loud, the rumbling sound making me giddy, like I could fly.

“There’s the fiery man I know and love.”

This time, it was my turn to jolt. And I was flying all right. Ten thousand feet and climbing, too overwhelmed for a moment to say anything.

“Too much? Too soon?” Tommy asked, staring at me with so much heat that I’m surprised we didn’t ignite his damn sheets.

“Not too much and not too soon,” I managed to whisper. “I think we got our timing just right. Je t’aime, aussi, mon cher.”

“I have no idea what that last part was, but it sounded sexy as hell.”

Tommy’s expression went from lusty to downright feral as he withdrew his fingers and notched the head of his cock to my hole.

“You know exactly what I said,” I teased.

He bit his lip, nodding.

And Jesus, when he pushed inside me, no condom, nothing between us, I wasn’t sure I could speak anymore.

“You good?” he moaned.

“So much better than good,” I confessed and looked up at him. “Now hurry up and fuck me. Boyfriend.”

“Stop it, you’re gonna make me come too soon,” he growled as he pushed inside me, all the way this time, his balls slapping my ass.

The feel of his bare dick in my ass was an intimacy I’d never experienced with any other lover. My legs were trembling, my hands, fuck, all of me. Wrecking me in the best way.

“I need a sec,” he groaned, his face flushed.

“You and me both.”

“Too much?”

“Not enough,” I admitted.

I couldn’t even explain it.

He bent over, pushing my knees to my chest, his face just within reach. I let my hands do the talking for me, sliding my fingers around his neck and holding on tight for the ride —I was sure—of my life.

I reached up and took his lips in a devouring kiss. His control snapped. So did mine.

“Need you,” he bit out, pumping his hips, thrusting into me in short, tight strokes. “Nate.”

When he whispered my name in that throaty growl, it sparked a hunger that had me holding on even tighter.

“Yes. Harder.”

Tommy grunted and punched his hips forward, his dick hitting that spot deep inside me that lit up all my pleasure pathways.

“More,” I whimpered. “Right fucking there.”

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