Page 45 of Why Cheese?
At the new angle, my legs are spread wider, making it less like shoving a train through a culvert. I breathe deeper, my body able to lose itself to the flush of pleasure as he slides his hips back. The next thrust curls my toes. I dig my nails into his shoulders and bury a near cry into his hair.
“Vi?” he asks.
“Keep going. Please, keep going,” I whimper, feeling near tears.It’s good, and kinda scary, and exhilarating.
Brie smiles and kisses down my neck as he starts to thrust faster. I scratch up his back, waiting for him to moan. Fingers clamp around my wrists and pin both of my arms behind my head. Brie opens his eyes to peer down at me. All the shy, nervous energy is gone. In its place is a man who knows he’s about to come.
“Dear god, if this is to be my end.” His measured thrusts become wild bucking, jerking me harder into the mattress. I fight to sheathe myself back onto him, but I can barely hang on.
Brie kisses me full on the lips before he tosses his head back to cry, “Then let it be!”
His mouth opens like he’s staring at the dawn of creation. A flush burns his ears into plump strawberries below his blond hair. He gulps, fighting to take in a breath before his skin breaks out in goosebumps and he collapses around me. At the absolute last second, he catches himself on his forearms so I only take some of the brunt of a naked man.
“Did I…?” Brie glances down to where his cock is spilling into the neon green condom, then stares at me. “Die?”
I laugh and wrap him in my arms. “I don’t think so. Why?”
He brushes the tips of his fingers down my cheek. “Because I’m inside of Heaven.”
“That’s so cheesy,” I say doing my best to not break into a huge smile at the line—and failing.
With a great sigh, Brie slides out of me, then he curls onto his side. “To be fair, I am cheese. Soft, buttery cheese that’s melting in your sweet, delicious cunt.” He pulls me up to face him and wraps his arms around me.
“You felt pretty hard to me,” I say, tracing my fingers down his chest.
Brie catches my hand before I can reach his cock and places my palm over his heart instead. “It’s quite tender now, I’m afraid.”
A cool breeze wafts over my bare ass and I snuggle toward the warmth of his body. The sheet bunches below me and I lean back to find the corner pulled off of the bed.
“We’re doing a terrible job of cleaning this place up,” I say.
Brie roams an eye over the half-finished apartment, then he tucks me against his chest. “Do you intend to punish me for it?”
“Um…” I’m a burning marshmallow in his grip, my whole body spontaneously bursting into flames.
Before I can even weigh the idea of me punishing anyone for fun, Brie swerves and asks, “Why aren’t you sneezing?”
Oh…damn.I really don’t want to go into how I maybe, possibly, had an orgasm from penetration once but since I’m not sure I’m probably lying to myself about it. He’s staring at me like I’ve got his tender heart in my hand. “I. Well, the thing is…”
A knock shakes the apartment door. It leans inward an inch with a whine. “Are you finished in there? His royal heinous is demanding we…”
Cam shoves his head right through the gap. He doesn’t even have to hunt for a second before finding the two of us ass naked, our bodies knotted together on the bed.
“Well, well, well. This is a surprise.”
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Grand Grana Padano
“IT’S NOT WHAT it looks like,” I shout and tumble off the bed for my abandoned clothes. My blouse is by the door but where the hell are my pants?
“You’re saying you didn’t make the beast with two backs on a bare mattress?” Cam asks. He scoops up my shirt and dangles it on the tip of his finger. Staring me dead in the eye, he smiles. “That’s a shame.”
I yank my blouse off and try to dress while hunched over as if he didn’t just get a full view of my naked body two seconds ago. “I can explain.”
“Oh, really?” Cam sits on the edge of the bed then dramatically crosses his legs like I’m about to spill hot tea. Brie is stuck behind him unable to go anywhere. Leaning back, Cam asks him, “On top or below?”
Brie’s face heats and he flashes guilty eyes at me. “On top,” he whispers.
