Page 38 of Crazy Love

Forward.

Every movement is white, hot heat shooting to my core. I reach my hands to his biceps to steady myself as he quickens the pace, moving my body like a rag doll over the bulge in his pants that’s bursting to come out.

His mouth parts as he watches me, reminding me of when he pushed me against the wall outside. He wants to watch me as my pleasure builds, as my gasps become louder. He relishes watching me lose control. He gets off on the way my hands claw at his body, chasing the high, my body moving up and down his leg.

Any sense of logic or reason is swallowed by want and desperate need as I hungrily slide up and down him, the two of us falling into a rhythm that elicits pants from both our mouths. Anthony presses his forehead to mine, not breaking his gaze as he watches me. Neither of us dare make the move to kiss the other, but we continue this dance.

This dance of dry humping.

His large hands move to my ass as he keeps my rhythm in check. He pushes his strong leg up into me; keeps it sturdy as I edge closer to my release.

Grinding over and over andover.

My gasps get louder as I get closer to my goal, a whimper escaping my mouth.

Anthony snaps to attention at the sound, something like a growl grumbling from his throat as he guides me. I grind myself against him unashamedly, too focused on the euphoric sensation I sense isright there.

Stars take over my vision and I cry out as my orgasm tears through me. I bite down onto Anthony’s shoulder, and he hisses, clutching me close to him as I ride it out. He lets out a strained snarl, his body twitching underneath me.

When I come to, I lean back to see Anthony gazing at me, his eyes dazed.

“I reckon it’s been about twenty years since someone made me come in my pants.” He chuckles darkly and plants a chaste kiss on my forehead, before moving his leg away.

Instantly, I miss the contact, the warmth.

Instead of dwelling on that, I let out a deliberate breath to shake myself out of my stupor, the warmth of my high already fading. “Now I definitely need to eat.”

Anthony laughs. “Let me change and we’ll order something.”

I smile as he heads out to his truck, a swirl of uncertainty coursing through me.

It was a harmless dry hump.

Nothing bad ever happened after a dry hump.

21

ANTHONY

We dry-humped.Like teenagers. It was hot as fuck.

I didn’t plan on that. On any of it. Once we started, I was just hoping to give Kali some release. However, as soon as she started grinding on me, I came embarrassingly quick.

The look in her eyes, the sounds she made when she moved against me. I’ve had a taste of it, and I want more. So much more.

On Fridays we get let off work at three, and I join my boss and a couple of the other guys on site for a drink at a local bar. I’ve never struggled with resisting alcohol since I got clean. I don’t feel the urge for a beer that often and am happy being the guy who’s clear-headed. Alcohol was never really my vice anyway.

“Alright, spill it, Peaches,” Sonny, the site foreman demands as we slide into a booth.

“Spill what?”

“Don’tevenstart that shit boy,” he orders, rapping his knuckles on the table. “Iknowsomething happened with the firecracker. You’ve had pep in your step all day.”

The work boys have got sporadic updates about Kali since I started working with them. I can’t help but talk about her with a shit-eating grin on my face most days. They give me a lot of crap for it and somewhere along the way they gave me the nickname Peaches because of it.

“Pep in my step?” I ask incredulously.

“You’re acting all …” Sonny moves his arms to try to explain. “Loose and light.”

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