Page 89 of Never Will I Ever

Us.

My eyes sink closed briefly, that stupid word again, worming its way into my train of thought when it has no business being there. But I shove it away. Lock it up and throw away the key, and start driving into him with enough force to topple every damn shelf in this room.

Soon enough, he’s slamming his hips back against me, impaling himself on my length with every thrust. We keep moving like that, bodies meeting with unrelenting force, as we drive each other further up the mountain, the peak damn near in sight now.

Avery’s hand leaves the shelf, reaching between his legs to grab his dick, and starts jacking his length. Taking control of his pleasure.

And though he can’t see it, a sinful smile pulls at my lips.

“That’s right, baby. Fuck your fist,” I command, my fingers tightening on his waist. “I want you with me. Squeezing and milking all the cum from my cock.”

I snap my hips forward in quick succession with the command, damn near punishingly. Every press and grind of our bodies is more addicting than the last, loving the way it draws another moan or sigh from his perfect lips.

Our pace becomes frantic as the scent of sex and sweat fills the room, it’s potency turning need into desperation. My lust reaches an all-time high, and I’m hyper-aware of the fire my body’s been consumed in, each powerful thrust inside him stoking the flame.

And, fuck, I crave the burn.

“I’m getting—” He groans, forehead dropping to the shelf in front of him. “Shit, I’m close.”

“Then come.”

He’s pushing back harder now, taking me to the hilt over and over again. Each thrust draws more harsh pants from him, and I realize I must be hitting that perfect spot inside him; the one that makes him fall apart, shattering into millions of pieces.

And shatter, he fucking does.

His ass clenches around my dick, clamping and squeezing as release slams into him. Cum spills from his cock, coating the floor between his feet, and the sight and sound of him coming undone sends me over the edge right after him.

I’m in free fall, the euphoric high taking over my extremities as I fill his ass, claiming him from the inside out.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chant, using him to work through my orgasm.

My forehead falls to the space between his shoulder blades as I catch my breath, both my cock and his ass pulsing from release. I could stay right here forever, coming down from this high, but we’ve already risked too much by having sex behind a door that doesn’t lock…that’s also in a public building.

Cum begins dripping from him the second I pull from his body, and I press a quick kiss between his shoulder blades before stepping away.

“Hold on. Don’t move.”

Turning around, I flip open the cabinets until I find some paper towels to clean up with. After quickly righting myself, I tear off a few sheets at the perforated line and go back into the kitchen to wet them in the sink. To Avery’s credit, he’s still waiting there when I return, and I drop to a knee behind him and start cleaning him up.

Quickly but thoroughly, I wipe away the oil and cum coating his skin, mesmerized by my release slowly leaking past his rim. I fight the urge to push it back in, forcing him to keep it inside his ass, if only so he remembers just who it is that fucked him. Whohe fucking belongs to. But those aren’t the kinds of thoughts you have about the person you’re just screwing for pleasure. It’s the kind for…something a lot more complicated than that.

Something that’s begun to look a lot more like what I actually want.

Shoving the thoughts aside, I finish my task before wiping the floor at his feet too. Once all proof of our sins has been erased, I pat his ass playfully, attempting to balance out the heavier feeling still resting on my chest.

“Good as new.”

Rising, I step away and toss the used paper towels in the trash outside the door, giving him some room to straighten himself in peace. Or maybe it’s to give myself a minute of reprieve from the emotions that’ve been tapping against my skull like a petulant child trying to get their mother’s attention.

Avery steps out of the pantry a few moments later—the snacks I’d all but forgotten about in hand—and the only evidence of what we’d just done is the flush present on his cheeks and neck.

I’m just about to lead him out of the lodge and back to safety when he opens his mouth as if to speak, only for nothing to come out.

I frown. “What?”

He blinks a couple times before shaking his head, then lets out a disoriented little laugh. “Did you really just fuck me in the pantry using olive oil for lube?”

I chuckle and shoot him a mischievous wink, any and all heaviness gone thanks to the dazed expression on his face.

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