Page 89 of Hounded: Ashes to Ashes

Cupping my hand to his cheek, I turned his head until his eyes met mine.

There wasn’t anything to say. Sometimes the sorrow just had to work itself out. All we could do was endure the storm and rest assured it would end.

Today was a bad day; tomorrow would be better.

Bending in, I kissed him gently. I didn’t intend to linger. He often needed space when he was like this, and my stomach was starting to complain about our missed breakfast.

“I’m gonna fix some cereal,” I said. “You want some?”

Snagging the pillow from his side of the mattress, I pulled it over, planning to cushion his head with it in my absence. I’d barely begun to slide out from under him when his grip on me cinched down and he turned to bury his face in the soft cotton of my pajama top.

“I’ll be right back,” I told him. “I can even eat here if you want. Maybe just a Pop Tart. Less messy… You sure you aren’t hungry?”

When I shifted again, Loren pushed up on one arm, then crawled upward until his face was level with mine. His expression was unreadable, but before I could ask what he was thinking, he caught me with another kiss.

Unlike my passing peck, this was deep and as unexpected as him feeding me cotton candy then sucking it off my lips. I’d had hopes after that, and was optimistic again when he’d reeled me into bed like a hooked fish. The night full of cuddles was nothingto complain about, but this… maybe today wasn’t such a bad day after all.

“I was starting to think you’d lost your appetite,” I teased.

His mouth captured mine with fervor, stealing words and thought. His hands followed, gripping onto my shoulder and hip as he situated himself above me.

I leaned into him, hoping to feel his hardness through his flannel pants and wanting him to feel me, too, as my cock began to swell.

The kisses continued, our lips parting and tongues sliding over each other. I tilted my head to invite him further into me, then I gripped his waist with one hand and knotted the other in his hair.

The first tug on his scalp made him whimper, and warm air puffed across my face. My dick twitched, and I pulled again, greedy for a repeat performance. For that, I was rewarded with an open-mouthed groan.

“Oh fuck, baby,” I murmured. “Forget the Pop Tart. I’ll make a meal out of you.”

My hand slid down to his crotch so I could cup him through his pants. Another breath ghosted over my neck, chased by a lustful sound.

I wasn’t sure how we got here from his previously morose mood, but I wasn’t about to question it. Not when Loren was halfway through tugging off my shorts and stripping me down to the lacy red thong that barely covered my stiff cock.

Lips, fingers, tongues, teeth… everything was touching, groping, grabbing. It was almost frantic, heating up until my skin was thoroughly flushed. I shoved at his shirt, clumsy but effective enough to get him bare-chested before he pressed against me. I ran my hands over his back, his sides, his arms, feeling every muscle that flexed as he scooped me off the bed and rolled me.

In a single swift movement, I was on my belly, and I didn’t even try to be coy about it. I rocked my ass into him, grinding on his dick and begging shamelessly.

He palmed my ass cheeks, spreading me open. My breath caught, and a desperate cry squeaked out. He left my thong on, sliding the back strap aside and pinning it in place with his thumb. I barely had time to brace on my arms before his tongue drew a warm, wet line from my ball sack to my asshole. I jerked, fisting the bedsheets as he licked me again, slowly circling my opening.

It was agonizing, overwhelming, and I dipped lower until I was face-down, ass up on the mattress.

When his tongue dipped inside me, I cried out, wanting to thrust back and take him deeper, harder. I’d joked about making a meal of him, but here he was eating me out like I was a goddamn dessert.

I whined and squirmed as his fingertips dug into my hips, the pressure adding another sensation to the swirl in my brain. I was definitely sweating now, and my cock strained at my panties.

“Baby? Baby…” I mewled as he entered me again, tongue fucking me till I was panting with need.

My dick jerked, and I loosed one hand from the sheets to reach for it. I needed friction, to be touched, and god, I needed to be fucked.

“Loren,” I whined, struggling to get my fingers around my cock and wishing the damn underwear weren’t slowing me down.

I’d barely begun to fumble with the sheer lace when Loren pulled out of me. He lurched forward, grabbing my wrist and pinning it to the mattress beside my head. I cried out in protest but stayed where I was put while he moved again.

If I’d thought the flip into doggystyle was fast, his raid of the bedside table for a palmful of lube was even quicker. Mybreathing picked up, and I steadied myself as he tugged off his pajama bottoms. Within seconds, he was fully nude and kneeling behind me, aligning his cockhead with my entrance.

His mouth had left me loose and wet, but it was still a stretch to take him. He pushed in slowly, driving out moans with every inch.

When he bottomed out, I sighed.

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