Page 92 of Caught Stealing

I start pushing back into his touch, desperately seeking more of what he’s giving me while his lips trail over my ass. Every sweep and brush against my skin is timed with a press against that spot inside me, and the dual sensation has me needing more.

Anything he’s willing to give.

I’m aching for him in the most desperate, primal way.

“God, Nix,” I groan, as he switches back to little bites and nips on my cheek instead. “Need you.”

His low hum goes straight to my balls, causing goosebumps to break out across my flesh. And with a final press of his lips to my ass, he rises to stand behind me. The solid planes and muscles of his body crowd mine against the sink, and my cock pleads for attention when I feel his own nestled in my crease.

“Look in the mirror,” he whispers, his hot breath coasting over my shoulder and throat.

My eyes flick up to our reflection, only for them to meet his gaze while he slips out of his jeans and underwear. It immediately takes me back to the car ride from hell, his death glares directed at me through the mirror whenever the opportunity presented itself. Nevertheless, the look in his eyes as the head of his cock slowly presses inside me is nothing like the ones he’s aimed at me before.

There’s no anger or irritation in them. Only reverence.

A low sigh slips past my parted lips as he slides in further, every inch of his cock filling me to the brim. Owning me, the way only he can.

I bite down on my bottom lip to keep from moaning when he bottoms out entirely, and my head drops toward the counter as I wait for my body to adjust to his intrusion.

He peppers kisses across my shoulders and upper back, his hands coasting up and down my sides as he does it. It’s almost like he can’t stop himself from touching me. Feeling me. Tracing every inch of available skin like he’s mapping them to memory.

It doesn’t take long for him to start moving. Pulling his hips back so just the tip is still lodged inside me before pushing in again with another long, slow thrust.

“Watch me fuck you, baby,” he rasps between another achingly slow thrust. “Watch yourself take every inch of my cock.”

My head lifts, and fuck, it’s a sight to see; the two of us in the mirror while he pistons in and out of me. The lust simmering in my eyes, along with the intensity in his as his gaze meets mine. The way he bites his lip when his pelvis meets my ass or the way his mouth parts slightly when he starts picking up the pace.

It’s deliciously, sinfully erotic.

“I love taking you from behind like this.” His teeth sink into his lower lip as two fingers trace down my spine in a way that has goosebumps breaking out over my skin again. “Your ass is a thing of perfection as it is, but it’s even better when I watch it swallow my cock.”

“Is that what you did our first time? Took me from behind?”

His attention flicks up, meeting my gaze in the mirror as his fingers reach my crease. There’s a slight twitch to his lips—like he’s trying to keep from smiling—before his tongue swipes over his bottom lip.

“Nope. But nice try.”

My pants mix with a gasp when he slides his finger in beside his cock, and I barely choke out, “A for effort, I guess.”

The extra stretch sets my skin on fire, sweat breaking out along the surface as he continues slowly fucking into me with deep, measured thrusts. It makes my balls ache, my cock throb, and there’s a good chance I might combust on the spot.

There’s no way I’ll ever tire of this.

Pushing back, I take him to the hilt over and over again. Every press and grind of our bodies together sets off fireworks inside me, only getting brighter and more explosive as his crown swipes over my prostate. The little button inside me might as well be a set charge ready to detonate, and he’s coming awfully close to making that happen.

“I’m close, Nix,” I groan, my teeth sinking into my lower lip. “I’m really fucking close.”

“Get there for me,” he manages between pants. “Fuck your fist. I wanna watch while I’m deep inside you.”

Doing as he says, I grab the lube on the counter and douse myself haphazardly before I start stroking my aching cock like my life depends on it. I time it with his thrusts, rolling the head in my palm when he’s fully seated inside me.

He removes his finger, and the extra space allows him to slide in with even more ease than before. Maybe even deeper, because I swear I can feel him all the way in my chest.

Or maybe that’s the vise-like grip he has around my heart.

Regardless, I can’t help the moans falling from my lips or the shameless way I keep pushing back onto his cock. Taking as much as he’s giving. Craving the pleasure his body is providing. Nothing else matters besides that.

It’s just me and him and the way he’s sending us both straight to high fucking heaven.

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