Page 99 of Something Borrowed

“Stan.” I hesitate. The words “I love you” are on my tongue, but I won’t say them for the first time now—not while we’re fucking.

Stan reaches for me. I put my hands in his and let him pull me down for a kiss. It quickly goes wild as we suck and lick until our lips are sore and the air is full of moans and groans.

Then I sit up and, holding his cock steady, I lower myself down. The head pops in, and we both pause. It’s shockingly intimate to feel him bare, and I wonder if I’ll even get him all the way in before I come.

“God, Raff.” Stan’s voice is almost reverent. “You’ve no idea.”

“Oh, I have,” I vow. “It’samazing.”

I wriggle and push down, and he slides in slowly until his balls bang against me. Then I stop, sitting on him stuffed full, relishing the burn and stretch. He lets me centre myself with his big body strung tight under me and his hands kneading at my thighs.

“Fuck why is it always so good with you?” he mutters.

“It’s magic,” I gasp and start to move on him.

When I’m underneath a man, I love a cock thrusting into me with the slippery advance and retreat, but when I’m on top, I’m all about grinding. I want to keep his dick inside me and just rock on it, never letting him slip free. And from the way he grunts and jerks as if he’s been electrocuted, I’m guessing he enjoys it too.

I keep up the rhythmic movements, and he groans, raising his hands to cup my arse, guiding my movements, and I fall blissfully into his control—no thinking or second-guessing myself over his pleasure. I don’t need to. It’s as if we’re linked mentally, and I can feel his pleasure echoing mine in the way our voices join in moans and curses.

The pace becomes more fierce, his cock hitting my prostate full-on, making me see stars. The nub feels swollen, and pinwheels of pleasure arch across my skin, and I shiver and cry out. He fists my dick in one hand, the other tight on my hip, steering the motion while he pummels me with commands in a tight, hard voice.

“Yes, ride me. God, you’re so fucking sexy, Raff. Your hole is so tight and hot. I’m going to fill it up with my come until it runs out of you.”

“Ohfuck,” I sob. Lightning travels up my spine and I’m done. “Stan?—"

“Yes, come.”

I sit back, making his dick go high, and I give a high-pitched wail as he jacks my cock and pounds into me. My balls tighten, and I writhe, clutching his leg hard as my come spurts, catching on the ridges of his muscles and sliding down, glistening in the moonlight.

He grunts, his face screwing up, and I carry on riding him, slapping down on him, my fingers curling into his chest like claws. “Give it to me,” I groan.

“Ohshit,” he shouts, all his muscles tightening.

I moan as hot liquid spurts into me, his thick cock twitching as it empties. I carry on slowly, gently milking the aftershocks until he whispers, “Come here.”

We both groan as his dick leaves me, and I snuggle one leg over him as if he’s going to escape at any moment. He strokes my hair, the movements sleepy and tender and such a contrast to the previous fierceness.

“I can’t believe I came in you,” he mutters. “I’ve never done that before.”

I clench my cheeks, feeling the wetness there, and incredibly, my cock stirs. “It’s so sexy,” I whisper.

He lowers his finger to trace between my thighs and makes a sound of approval. Then he pulls me close, wrapping his arms around me. “Don’t clean up. Let’s just lie together,” he says.

I keep snuggling gladly. After a few seconds, I realise his muscles are tense, and I raise my head, trying to see his face in the dark. “Stan?” I say hoarsely. “What’s the matter?”

Is he regretting this? He hesitates, and his next words come out in such a rush that they’re incomprehensible.

“What did you say?” I ask.

He huffs a cross sigh that makes me smile. “I love you.”

“What?” My smile disappears. I struggle up on my elbows and snap on the lamp, hissing at the brightness. Then I cup his face, feeling the sharp bones under my fingers. “What did you say?” I repeat. My heart feels as if it’s coming out of my chest.

There’s a flush on his cheeks, and his mouth is full and pink, swollen from my kisses. “I said I love you. I can’t help it, Raff. It’s always been you.”

Chris was right.

Happiness bursts inside me, brighter than New Year fireworks. And then incomprehension. “But why?” I whisper.

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