Page 91 of Blitz'd

“Such a cockslut.” The usual sting isn’t in the words because he twists his fingers and pegs my prostate at the same time. “Even when you’re going to be the one using your dick, you’re somehow still a fucking slut for me.”

He doesn’t even look ashamed. He just keeps up his steady pace as he strokes inside me, and I shudder from howrightit feels. How much I could get lost and addicted to the sensation.

I need to move, even though Zander lets out a little whine when I pull back and reposition myself.

I lower myself onto his cock, trying to take it faster than I should, and it’s his hands on my hips that still me. His lips that say the words I refused to utter aloud.

“Slow down, Kerian.” I open my mouth to tell him I don’tneedto be coddled, and he cuts me off. “I want to enjoy this. If you fuck me like we’re trying to get off before we get caught, I’m going to blow my load before we get started.”

Zander’s eyes are so intense when he stares up at me, his fingers squeezing my hips gently. And I feel my jaw clench, ticking slightly.

He’s a goddamnliar. I know he’s lying.

He’s lyingforme, and I watch his face the entire time as I sink slowly onto his cock. It’s just this side of painful, but the way he fills me, the way hefitsis…

Fuck, it’s distracting.

It’sgood.

I didn’t think I was going toenjoythis—I was just going to give Zander what he wanted, but now…

Well.

I want it too.

I give my hips an experimental roll, and Zander shivers beneath me. I’m so caught up in the way he looks that it takes me a second to realize it didn’t hurt—between his tongue fucking earlier and his fingers, he fits just right. I’m stretched and full, speared on his dick… and it’sperfect.

I bite my lip and roll my hips again, and his fingers dig into my skin, spasming hard enough that it draws a low sound from my chest.

“Fuck, Kerian. I was going to fuck you… but I think—” His words cut off into an unintelligible gasp when I rise up and drop back down on his cock, and it takes him a few seconds to recover enough to speak. “Mmmfuck. I think watching you ride me might be the hottest thing I’ll ever see. Fuck, you’re beautiful.”

There’s so much heat in his voice it’s like he’s trying to scorch me down to charred bone and ash, something he can rub along his flesh to wear like a second skin.

The thought of being wrapped around him forever isn’t…

Fuck, it isn’t a bad thought at all.

I’m cautious at first when I start to move, testing the motion. It’s easy to pick up the rhythm, though, easier still when his grip on my hips urges me on. When I speed up, he doesn’t tell me to slow down this time, and when I lean forward and plant one hand in the middle of his chest so I can feel the thundering tempo of his heart, it picks up like he was waiting for that touch.

“Fuck…fuckKerian,” he groans, and my body lights up at the way his voice drops lower, the way he’s staring at me, drinking me all in, wanting more.

Wantingeverything.

I shudder because in that moment, that’s exactly what I want to give him. I give myself up to the sensation of his dick filling me, and bounce up and down, taking him in over and over, angling my hips so the thickness of his head drags over my prostate again and again. It’s almost too much—my body is still so sensitive from just orgasming, but I’d chase this high any day. Zander is better than any drug, any drink, any substance I could take.

Addicting.

Dangerous.

Fuck, he’s trouble, and I’m too eager to pull away.

I rock against him again and grab one of his hands, dragging his palm up so I can spit in it—it makes his eyes flash with saccharine heat, and I know what he’s thinking of.

That first time in his dorm.

My spit in his palm.

“You fucked yourself with my spit before, didn’t you? That first night?” My words come out staccato, punched out with every downward thrust of my pelvis.

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