Page 20 of Becoming Us
He nodded, forehead pressed to mine, and started moving again—rolling his hips, grinding into me without letting up. Every drag of his cock wrecked me a little more.
“Are you gonna come?” His voice was low against my skin.
“Yeah,” I tried to say, but it came out as a whimper. My cock was pinned tight between us, leaking across my stomach while he pulled sound after sound out of me.
I couldn’t stroke us, but I shifted my hand just enough to catch the head of his dick, rubbing over the tip. He moaned, desperate. My legs locked tighter around him as I drew him down, closer, chasing the edge.
The kiss had unraveled, but neither of us cared. We were panting into each other’s mouths, chasing release like it was the only thing that mattered. It was messy. Rough and fast and too fucking good.
I grabbed his ass hard, my nails digging into the taut flesh.
“Fuck,” he moaned.
His hips stuttered for a second before picking up the pace—and that was it. He fucking had me.
I cried out his name as every nerve ending in my body lit up. My dick erupted between us, and I arched off the bed, chasing the too-intense pull of release while he kept thrusting, his rhythm faltering.
Then his mouth crashed into mine. He grunted into the kiss as his hips stilled, his warm cum mixing into the mess between us.
There was a ringing in my ears. My lip throbbed, probably split—but I couldn’t bring myself to care. I was too wrecked. I’dnever come this hard in my life, and it hadn’t even been from penetrative sex. Just the two of us, rutting like feral teenagers.
I wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders as he dropped his face to my neck, brushing soft kisses against my overheated skin.
Letting my head fall back, I gave him more room, trying to catch my breath and kick-start my brain. Light was beginning to filter in behind the curtains. And I couldn’t help it—joy crept into my heart. I laughed, breathless and dazed, because I couldn’t fucking believe I got to have this again.
“What?”
“Easy mornings.”
He laughed too, warm against my throat, the sound curling through me.
“Sorry.” Atty pushed up onto one arm to look at me. His face was flushed, beautifully so. I’d never get enough of this man.
“Don’t be.”
His thumb brushed my cheek as his gaze swept over me. He touched my lip, and I winced.
I ran my tongue over it, tasting the metallic tang of blood. “Is it split?”
He nodded. “Sorry.”
“Definitely don’t be sorry about that.” I threaded my fingers through his hair.
He leaned down and kissed me, soft this time. “Broke another rule.”
I let out a low laugh. “I think that’s technically a consequence of breaking the first one.”
“Why?”
“I don’t think you and I can share a bed without this happening.”
His lips curved down into a frown. “We’ve done it before. Twice.”
“We were broken up then,” I reminded him.
He shrugged and rolled onto his back. I grabbed my shirt, cleaned us off, and curled into his side.
Atty pulled me close again. “I don’t know. Sometimes I think I’m like a sex camel.”
