Page 78 of The Lineman

“More,” I whispered.

Elliot gave me more.

“Now,” I pleaded. “El, please. Fuck me harder. Make me fucking yours, damn it!”

My mouth fell open, a gasp of pure pleasure escaping, fingers clawing at Elliot’s back.

Elliot was shaking with restraint, barely holding on, surrounded by heat and tightness and the overwhelming feeling of finally, finally being together like this. I knew what he felt because every part of me tingled with the same intensity, the same overwhelming pleasure of feeling his skin and lips and . . .

Elliot stilled, barely breathing. “Okay?”

“More than okay.” I nodded frantically. “But not enough. Harder!”

My eyes flew open, lasers boring into him, ravenous, intense, and demanding.

His eyes widened, watching as I came apart beneath him.

Then he gave me what I asked for: Faster. Harder. Deeper.

I moaned and gasped and cursed, grabbing at Elliot’s shoulders, his arms, anywhere I could touch. I squeezed his pecs, then punched at them. I grabbed his shoulders, then dug nails across his back. He growled like some primeval beast whose hunger could never be sated.

He thrust in again, somehow deeper. How the hell did he get deeper?

I cried out, gripping Elliot so tight he’d have bruises tomorrow. “Right there, fuck—”

Elliot did it again. And again.

I was losing it, right on the edge.

“Elliot,” I whined, desperate, needy. “I—”

“I’ve got you,” Elliot murmured, wrapping a hand around my cock, stroking in time with his thrusts. “Let it go.”

It was too much.

I tensed, my body going taut, back arching as I spilled over Elliot’s hand and my stomach and his chest, crying out his name like it was the only word I’d ever known.

Elliot groaned, following me over the edge, spilling inside the condom as heat and pleasure overtook him.

I shuddered. Then he did. Aftershocks from the shift in our world.

For a long moment, we just breathed.

Elliot pressed soft, open-mouthed kisses to my jaw, my neck, my shoulder.

He made to pull out. I gripped his butt, holding him in place.

“Please. Stay in me . . . until you can’t.”

He nodded, and his smile filled the world with light.

I hummed, smiling blissfully. “Damn.”

Elliot chuckled. “Yeah. Damn.”

“Hey, El?”

His smile widened. “Yeah?”

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