Page 63 of Them Bones

Her hands slid down his back and firmly gripped his ass, pulling him close, her legs falling wider apart to accommodate the width of his body. He half-heartedly tried to pull away, but she wriggled beneath him and he started to pant against the friction.

Sensing him losing the battle, she hooked her ankles over his calves and pushed herself up into him even harder.

Something in him snapped.

His grip tightened around her throat as he sank his body weight fully into her, his free hand snaking around one of her wrists, pushing her arm above her head and pinning it down.

His hips jutted into her, his cock screaming against his fly. He could feel the heat of her through her shorts, through his jeans… his body involuntarily shoving at her, hard. Her other hand was digging into his ass cheek so hard he could feel her nails through his pocket… He reached back and grabbed it, snapping that hand up above her head too, both wrists pinnedand locked in place, his hips driving her into the mattress, their tongues at war…

Too good.

Nothing should feel this good.

His blood roared, cock kicking, his brain flooded with her smell and feel and taste. She was raising her hips to meet his with every push, the friction of his clothing unbearable. He couldn’t stop, his tongue frantic, body urgent, the speed of their bodies rocking together increasing to straight-up dry humping even though he was desperately trying not to.

He could feel the points of her nipples against his chest, the pulse in her wrists, the heat between her legs, and the tension in his body intensified to a nuclear level. His vision almost white, he kept himself right on the edge, refusing to let go of her so that his hands wouldn’t find their way under her shirt, or into her pants… He rode that knife’s edge for fifteen, twenty, thirty minutes, until his balls were pounding and she was trembling, right there with him, mewling like a kitten, claws out and ready to swipe.

I could die like this and it would be worth it,he thought.

LANEY

Shane had worked her body into such a frenzy that she thought she might actually die. It made their little make out session in the truck look like Bible Study.

His dick was rigid against her, his grip was bruising her bones, and she was almost positive she hadn’t taken a full breath in at least half an hour. And all she wanted wasmore.

He felt enormous, completely dwarfing her on the bed, entirely in control and also entirelynot. She tried to rub harder against him, to speed up, frustrated and panting and desperate… The sounds coming out of her mouth were embarrassing, but she didn’t care – he was making her body sing in ways she didn’t know it could.And we aren’t even naked.

It was maddening. He had her pinned so tight that she couldn’t move, tears of frustration burning in her eyes, her muscles shaking and cramping from clenching and unclenching… She wanted to scream, but he just kept at his punishing rhythm, like he couldn’t stop but he was afraid to take them any farther.

Her eyes were screwed shut but a tear slid down one cheek, and then another, and another, until finally he must have feltone because he paused, his lips slowing, his fingers loosening their grip…

She seized the opportunity and her hands shot downward between them, palming his dick as hard as she could at the same time as she nipped his tongue.

Shane’s neck snapped up and a string of curses flowed from him like a fountain as he came. It went on and on, his cock kicking so hard through his jeans she thought the seams of his pants might bust. After a few minutes, his whole body softened against her, his lips tender, and he shifted his weight and rolled off her onto his side. His nose skimmed her shoulder and upper arm, his fingers stroking her hair and his thumb brushing away the streak of a tear off her cheek.

“If you don’t touch me right now I think I’m going to combust,” she mumbled, her voice thick with heat and exhaustion.

“That’s how you make me feel all the time,” he said, a serious look on his face, his thumb still stroking her cheek.

“No wonder you’re always so tense,” she said with a smile, pressing her hands to his chest. He was still breathing heavily, his heartbeat heavy and quick. She wound her fingers through his and tried to drag his hand between her legs, still hot and wanton, but he stopped her, planting a kiss on their linked knuckles before squeezing her and letting go.

“Don’t,” he said softly.

A new kind of tension slithered its way into her body. A cold, scary kind that made her throat tighten.

“Why not?” she rasped, reaching for him again. He nuzzled her neck, but she knew he was distracting her. “Don’t you think I should get a turn?” she asked, pulling back a little to look at him.

He sighed, and scrubbed a hand down his face, a light blush creeping across his cheeks. “I need a minute, okay? I need to think…”

“No,” she said, shimmying towards him. “No thinking.”

He groaned needily and scrubbed his hand over his face again, but he sat up and pushed himself to the end of the bed.

“I need to get out of this room…”

She felt pure panic, combined with a jolt of hot, unadulterated rage, and without thinking she sat up on her knees and whipped him across the face with her palm.

“Are you serious right now?” she hissed. Before he could answer, she slapped him again, the sound ringing. “I amdonewith this bullshit, Shane, you hear me? This isn’t agame.I’m notplayingwith youany more!”

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