Page 33 of Honey Sunshine

“Mhmm . . .”

“Yeah? You want more then?” he whispers, stroking my cock in time to his thrusts.

I can only answer with a nod as he bends me over until my legs are almost touching my chest, then he rails into me, nailing me into the mattress. Every thrust hits my prostate at the perfect angle. I see stars behind my eyes.

Jesus.

He’s killing me.

Tears prick the corners of my eyes at how otherworldly the sensation coursing through me feels, making goosebumps rise all across my arms.

On top of me Harvey grunts. “Come for me,” he commands.“Come, Honey.”

I whimper, my body listening to him as my hole clamps his dick and an orgasm rips me apart.

He continues to stroke me all the while, his thrusts becoming faster and more urgent, building up the pressure inside me until I can’t take it anymore. I continue coming, spilling my release all over his hand and my stomach.

Harvey pounds into me at a brutal pace before he stills, every muscle tensing as he spills inside me. “God... Zach...” He continues to thrust through his release till the energy leaves him, and then he collapses onto me.

Our foreheads bump together, heated breaths mingling.

I never knew hearing another person’s ragged breathing could sound so hot. The way his heavy panting fans my mouth coaxes me to want another taste of him.

“Kiss me,” I manage to say, brushing my lips against his.

He crushes his mouth to mine and kisses the fucking life out of me. My entire body goes to mush, and I’m barely able to keep my eyes open with how intense it is. His hands slip beneath me to remove the pillow from underneath my rump.

The last thing I recall is him leisurely pulling out of me and lulling me to sleep with gentle caresses.

6

ZACH

SUNDAY—DAY NINE—DAY AFTER

It isn’t until the next morning as I slowly wake up to a pair of strong arms wrapped tightly around me, my legs entangled with another’s and soft breathing in my ear, that I promptly freeze.

My eyes widen?—

Everything from last night comes flooding back. My heart drops to my stomach.

Crap.I fucked up.

I fucked up worse than Alex deciding to partake in the Phaal Challenge and finishing the supposedly hottest, spiciest curry in the world to impress a woman before puking all over my couch. Actually, I’m starting to notice a trend with the shit he’s doing to impress girls, but I’m not going to think about it right now?—

Not when the hottest and sexiest and most perfect guy in this entire world, who I’m completely smitten with, is wrapped around me like a koala and I’m trying not to freak the fuck out that I slept with him!

I know we both agreed to what we did last night, but there’s something called regret, and I’m sick to my stomach at the thought of him feeling that way about it. Especially after what it meant to me.

Trying not to wake up the man pressed against my behind, I shift ever so slightly only to realize that something is still lodged inside my poor hole. A gasp escapes my lips in surprise, my cheeks heating up, and my morning wood begins to tingle and harden at the feeling of Harvey’s half-hardened length still buried inside me.

Holy shit, that’s hot. But also, what the hell?

It takes everything in me not to buck my hips back. I can’t recall if we went another round or if I was just too drunk to remember.

I quietly disentangle myself from Harvey and creep out of the bed. The evidence of last night drips down the back of my thighs.

Fuck, I don’t think breaking a bottle of whiskey over my head will do anymore.

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