Page 37 of Close Contact
“I’m gonna come,” I gasped out.
“Do it,” he growled, grinding into me harder. “Come all over my fucking fingers while I come in my pants thinking about how good your pussy’s gonna feel wrapped around my cock.”
I camehard.My orgasm tore through me with dizzying force, my thighs shaking, spine bowed, my arousal coating his fingers as I cried out his name. Wetness leaked from me, soaking my shorts. At the same time, he snarled against my neck, hips stuttering, his body locked up behind mine as he held me through his own release, completely undone. I felt the pulsing ofhis cock against my ass, and holy fuck, it was the hottest thing I’d ever experienced. I would never recover from how we seemed to completely undo each other—always unashamed, perfectly accepting, so wholeheartedlyus. His cum seeped through our clothes, dampening the both of us.
We didn’t move for a long moment. Just heaved in time with each other, sweat-drenched and shattered, still tangled on the floor like we were the only two people in the world. I didn’t know how it was possible for us to always lose ourselves in one another, but one thing was for sure—no matter how hard I tried, I would never be able to stay away from him. I didn’t want to, because he was mine, and I was his, and the rest of the world didn’t matter. None of it fucking mattered, because in our private moments, we gave everything to each other.
And that was something the rest of the world couldn’t rob us of.
My heart was still pounding.Not from the sprint here—though, that probably didn’t help—but from the way Aurélie fucking unraveled for me. Right here on the goddamn gym floor.
Still on my knees behind her, I pressed my face to her back and exhaled hard. Her skin was damp and flushed, her ponytail mussed from where I’d gripped it. I was pretty sure I’d come harder than I had in years—right in my fucking shorts. I winced.
“God,” I groaned. “I didn’t think this through.”
She glanced at me in the mirror, lazy and smug. “You mean the part where you sprinted across Monaco like a madman, broke into my hotel gym, and jizzed in your pants?”
“Exactly that,” I muttered. “I was in such a rush, I didn’t grab anything. Not a change of clothes. Not even a towel.”
She snorted. “There’s definitely a suspicious wet spot on your crotch, Fraser.”
I groaned again, collapsing backward on the padded gym floor onto my back. I stared up at the ceiling and the harsh fluorescent lights, contemplating how I got here with this woman. “They’re gonna think I pissed myself.”
“Honestly?” She turned and adjusted the waistband of her hot pink shorts, then leaned forward and cocked her head with faux pity. “You kinda give off that energy. Like the kind of man who’d stress-pee before a race.”
I narrowed my eyes. “Excuse me?”
“You know, you’ve got that frantic, I-might-leak vibe sometimes. You’re so intense before a race. Like a pressure cooker with thighs.”
“A pressure cooker with thighs?!”
Smirking, she reached out and pushed up the hem of one leg of my gym shorts. I glanced down, watching her fingers trace my tattoo, and all I could think was,this tattoo was meant for you all this time.
“Yeah, but like, slutty thighs with dramatic tattoos,” she teased, biting her plump lower lip, and Jesus Christ, this woman was going to be the death of me.
I shot upright. She shrieked with laughter, bolting backward on her hands—but not fast enough. I lunged at her, and we went down in a tangle of limbs, her laughter echoing off the gym walls as I tickled her sides mercilessly. “Take it back!”
“Never!” she howled.
“You’re going to regret this.”
“No, I’m going to pee!” she gasped, writhing under me.
“Then we’ll match!”
We wrestled like idiots, limbs flailing, breathless from laughter and lust and whatever the fuck this spell was between us. She was quick, slippery from the sweat coating both of us, hellbent on escaping, but I was stronger and smug as hell when I finally pinned her. She wrapped her legs around my waist androlled her hips, twisting us with a giggle that turned into a soft gasp as she flipped us and ended up straddling me again—only this time, breathless and glowing with joy, not just sweat. Her hair stuck to her forehead, her chest heaved, and her smile was so beautiful it nearly knocked the wind out of me.
My eyes traced over the messy golden ponytail cascading around her shoulders, over her tits that were barely covered by that tiny sports bra, down to the large wet spot over her pussy. Fuck me, that was unbearably hot. I glanced at the mirror behind us, and when she leaned forward with a devious look on her face, I could see the stain from my cum spread across her ass.
I swallowed as some inherent, primal need coursed through me to claim every inch of her and fill her with my release just to watch it drip out of her pretty little cunt. I reached up automatically, resting my hands on her hips, and just looked at her, forcing my thoughts into safer territory. She was fucking radiant. Tousled and laughing and blushing slightly from the post-orgasm haze. I wanted to commit this version of her to memory.
“You make me feel young,” I said before I could stop myself.
She blinked. “You’re not even old, Fraser.”
“Yeah, well…” I swallowed, smiling softly. “You make me feel like a teenager again, giddy and reckless. Like everything’s happening for the first time.”
Her teasing faded to something quieter. “Yeah,” she murmured. “I feel that too.”
