Page 51 of Unlocked Dive
I work my way in with short, careful thrusts, watching his face and soaking up his little moans. His eyes never leave mine, brimming with trust and lust in an intoxicating cocktail as he opens his body to my invasion.
When I’m fully seated, I rest my forehead on his shoulder, buried in his heat like a fever dream and clinging to the frayed wisps of my self-control.
It’s so far beyond what I remember, so fucking tight along my entire length.
And so cripplingly, devastatingly intimate that I can’t tell if I’m about to come or start crying.
“Byrd.” His voice is low and breathless against my ear. “Coen. Look at me. You gotta move now, or I’m gonna go crazy.” His hands stroke over my hair, my shoulders, and down my back to grip my ass. I’m supposed to be taking care of him, and here he is, asking me to let myself go.
I draw out, slowly, and rock back in with a smooth glide.
“More,” he says, canting his hips to draw me deeper. “I need you to fuck me like you’re breaking all the rules.”
And I understand. Because Echo isn’t the only one who’s been living in a cage. And it’s not only wild things that deserve to be free.
I push up off his chest, hooking his other knee and dragging him against me. This time when he arches off the bed, there’s only pleasure in his cry, and I know I’ve found the right angle. The next stroke is a slow grind, and then my body takes over. With each thrust, I draw back almost to the tip and slide home a little bit harder, rolling my hips when I bottom out to drag my swollen head along the spot that makes him come apart.
His hand flies to his cock, but I snatch it away, leaning in to pin his wrist against the pillow.
“That’s mine,” I tell him. “I’m the one making you come tonight.”
“OhgodyesfuckinghellByrdplease.” He writhes beneath me.
“Hold on, baby. I’ve got you.”
His knees are trapped against his ribs, and his hole is slick and spasms around me every time I peg his prostate. His curses dissolve into gasping whimpers, mixing with my own grunts, and I want it to go on forever—him, like this, under me and surrounding me.
But I’m taking him hard now, and I’m starting to lose the thread of our cadence. My release coils at the base of my spine, and I take his cock in my hand and jerk it without finesse, with nothing but the need to watch him spill hot over my fingers and feel him lock tight around my cock.
And even though I’m chasing it,demandingit, it still annihilates me when it happens. He detonates around me with a hoarse shout, fighting my grip, the fingers of his free hand clawing at my shoulder and his head thrown back into the pillows. With one last thrust, so far inside him that I might never find my way back, the world goes bright and liquid, and I belong only to Echo.
22
Echo
“You called me Coen.”
“Yeah.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know. I felt like I was losing you, and I really, really didn’t want you to stop.”
“You weren’t losing me. I might have been losing myself.”
“Is that worse?”
“No. It’s—it doesn’t matter. You brought me back.”
“Because I called you Coen?”
“Because you’reyou.”
“What was all that shit about hurting me, anyway? You have done this before, right? You told me you had.”
“I have. But it was a long time ago.”
“The guy in college? Elke told me about him. Some asshole who broke your heart.”
