Page 87 of Last Chance Love

“Are you kidding?” he asked in a low growl. “With you doing this, how the fuck am I supposed to hold back?”

That was a trick question because I knew, despite his eagerness, he could hold back with scary skill. The first time in years we’d slept together might have been hurried and intense, but the second time? Oh, the bastard had taken his time, making me squirm and cry out, dragging our pleasure out to a torturous level, all while making sure to keep me begging for more.

“Alright,” I said, returning his smugness. “Then prove it.”

“I can do that,” he said with a grunt, suddenly yanking me down onto his cock.

“Fuck,” I hissed as he pulled me up and brought me down again, forcing me to fight to keep quiet. We could let loose more at his cabin, where the chances of being overheard were lower, but here, I had to behave myself as best I could. “Goddamn you.”

I should have expected the moment I taunted him, he would retaliate in the only way he could. Not that I was going to complain, but the sudden tearing of the reins from my hands immediately made my body hypersensitive, and I groaned as he continued to use me.

Then, without warning, he released me, but my body kept going with the rhythm he had already started. No longer was I riding him but bouncing off his hips as I took him inside me repeatedly. I was already on the edge, but then I felt his hand wrap around my cock, and all it took was another few seconds, and I cried out.

To my surprise, his grip tightened, almost painfully, and his cock throbbed inside me. Even as I felt myself tighten, spurting all over his stomach and chest, I felt the warmth inside me spread as he came as well. We had only managed to synchronize our orgasms once before when we’d given one another head. The knowledge of what was happening was enough to add even more force to my orgasm, and I sat down, taking him as deep as possible as I rode it out.

“Fuck,” I gasped as my legs wobbled, and I had to hold tight to make sure I didn’t tip backward. “You asshole.”

“What?” he asked with a laugh, probably already knowing I’d figured him out.

“You timed that so you’d come in me at the same time.”

“Did I?”

“That right there tells me you did.”

He chuckled, wrapping his arms around my waist and holding me in place, kissing my chest. “Maybe I did. Maybe I didn’t.”

“You totally did,” I accused him, not mad. “And then you made me make a worse mess than usual.”

“It’s not that much worse than usual.”

“Well, maybe that’s just the you effect.”

“Quit trying to flatter me. It won’t work,” he said, even as I felt his half-hard cock stir slightly inside me at the compliment, betraying him. I knew he felt it happen too, because he rolled his eyes. “Well, maybe it works a little.”

I snorted, giving him a soft kiss. “If it makes you feel better, that did backfire a little. Because now I’m tempted to go for another round even though I know we don’t have the time.”

“Mmm, we can always do it later.”

“I’ll probably be too sore.”

“Mouths still work.”

“This is very true.”

“And Sunday is only a couple of days away. We can take all the time we want because we both have the day off.”

“Mmm, so I’m spending the night Saturday then?”

He stopped for a moment, peering at me in curiosity. I didn’t see hesitation in his eyes, even though I had just acceleratedthingsbetween us. We’d slept separately since the week I’d had to keep an eye on him while he recovered. Even then, we’d only spent that one night together and neither of us had brought it up since. I didn’t need to tell him it was my way of pushing things further, and I didn’t need him to explain if he said yes or no.

“My place?” he asked casually, leaning back in the chair.

“It would be the least suspicious,” I said with a snort. “Unless you want people to renew the jokes about us.”

“I’d rather not.”

“Then your place.”

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