Page 26 of Headed for Home

“Come on my cock, beauty.” The command is more of a plea.

“Oh, oh,” she chants. “I’m gonna—”

But she doesn’t finish her sentence as relief comes for her. A spasm clamps her muscles around me. I punch my hips into hers, creating an unbreakable seal where we’re joined. Pressure spreads and spurts from my cock. Warmth explodes throughout my entire body, spilling into hers.

Somehow, the momentum remains fluid when I lose myself to the pleasure she wrings from me. I feel disjointed yet complete. My hands splay across her ass, shoving us tighter together until no end or beginning exists. She scrambles to hold on but the climax sweeps her away in a thrash of limbs. We ride the waves together until a calm settles.

Our heavy exhales fill the quiet house. No words are spoken as we bask in the recovery phase. Sweat slicks our skin. We smell like sex and endless orgasms.

When sensation returns to my legs, I push off from the wall. Cassidy sags in my arms where she belongs. I keep myself lodged deep inside of her. There’s zero chance I’m letting go.

My jeans slide down, reminding me to ditch them. I blindly toe off my boots and manage to leave the discarded denim behind without falling on my ass. The elastic from my boxersrestricts my movements as I begin to climb the stairs, reminding me that I missed a step. My hitched stride rouses Cassidy from her stupor.

“Where—?” Her groggy voice tickles my throat.

I nuzzle against her. “We’re not done.”

“No?”

“No,” I state firmly.

Muscle memory steers me in the correct direction. We hadn’t spent much time at the farm, but she invited me and our other friends over once or twice. I wouldn’t have assumed that she would still be in the same bedroom as her childhood. A gut instinct told me otherwise.

I perch on the edge of the mattress with Cassidy straddling my lap. Even in the dark, I admire the flush staining her cheeks. My thumb brushes over a patch of freckles and she leans into me. She wiggles closer, her eyes rounding when my cock twitches. Our combined pleasure is sticky between us but I only feel her coating me.

Her bottom lip pokes out. “You’re still dressed.”

“So are you.” I tap at the Mustangs logo stamped on her chest that revives my arousal.

Cassidy gathers the hem of my shirt and begins to lift. My gaze feasts on hers while she strips me. Her touch drifts along muscles and ink. The gentle caress pumps my shaft to stiff mast.

“You’re like…” Cassidy’s gulp is audible. “Really hot. Super fit. Sculpted from clay. You must belong to several gyms. How often do you go? Daily? Who has time for that? But you’re not too bulky. Just the right amount of strength to toss me around.” She exhales while squeezing my biceps. “Yeahhhh, that’s… nice. Wow. Excuse my blabbering. My mouth is watering. The drool is loosening my tongue. Maybe it’s laced with something.”

My chuckle jostles our position and we share a moan. I shuck my boxers with a downward swoop before scooting to the centerof the bed. Cassidy adjusts her position astride me while I prop myself up against a mound of pillows. The action draws her focus to my upper body. She doesn’t bother hiding the blatant desire in her eyes. That need sweeps over me in a fiery blaze, skidding to a halt on the enhancement rooted into my pelvic region.

“Damn, there’s a book boyfriend spreading my pages.”

My palms travel along her thighs. “Glad to hear we’re officially dating.”

She swats my abs. “You know what I mean.”

“That I’m the man of your fictional fantasies brought to life? You’re madly in love with me? We’re about to have sex again? Yes, that came across loud and clear.”

“Uh-huh, right. Stop distracting me.” Cassidy’s hand hovers above the protruding barbell pierced under my skin. “Can I touch it?”

“Please do. That’s all yours.”

She prods at the bump, rolling her fingers back and forth. “Did it hurt?”

I glance at the impulse embellishment. Only the platinum spheres holding the post in place are visible. “Not too bad. Switching to a bigger gage was worse than the initial pain.”

“Well, I appreciate you taking one for the team. And you’re not the only one with surprises.” Cassidy whips off her shirt in a practiced motion. “I’m pierced too.”

My eyes feast on the sight while saliva collects in my mouth. Silver hoops decorate her nipples. Thin and delicate but brazen. “Holy shit, that’s sexy.”

“It’s no pubic piercing.” She rolls her hips to hit the spot.

My fingers pause inches away from her tits before I’ve even realized I moved. “May I?”

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