Page 38 of Tormented Bastard
When our hips met, she leaned forward, her forehead against mine. “Chase,” she said breathlessly. “I’ve missed you. I missed this.”
I knew what she meant. It had always been more than sex between us, even the very first time. But we’d agreed, this time it was just sex. There was no “us” anymore and hadn’t been in years. Sex was all we had. This was the last hurrah. Because neither one of us was in a place for more. But in the meantime? I was going to enjoy fucking her.
I didn’t say anything, just lifted her up and brought her back down, making us both moan. She took over, pushing up with her legs that straddled me on the weight bench and lowering herself back down. With each time, she moved a bit faster, her hands gripping my shoulders. I leaned my head back, letting her take the lead, my hands on the curve of her hips.
At one point, she slammed down on me and did a little hip swivel which took me even deeper into her body and made my eyes cross. “Shit, Eden. That feels amazing.”
Spurred on by my praise, she moved faster and added that swivel when I least expected it. Her pussy clenched around me, and her skin took on the sexiest pink blush color. Her breath came faster, and her body language told me she was chasing down her next orgasm.
I wanted to help her catch it.
I leaned forward and banded my arms around her waist, bringing our chests flush together. I drove into her from below, relentless in my pursuit to push us both over the cliff and fall into that oblivion of bliss.
“Yes, Chase, please don’t stop,” Eden panted out, one hand gripping my shoulder and the other my bicep. She leaned her head back and moaned, each thrust causing her tits to bounce against my chest.
“Not a chance in hell I’m stopping.”
The bench squeaked underneath us with each pounding her body took from me. A few more thrusts and she clamped down on me, my name on her lips, echoing off the walls of the large room. I slammed up into her one last time and let go. I came so hard, I saw stars and felt the comforting warmth all the way down in my toes. She dropped her head to my shoulder, both of us panting.
“Oh my God. That was…” Those words were muffled against my skin, and I chuckled.
“Not too bad,” I teased. Not too bad if mind-blowing wasn’t your thing.
Eden’s head popped up, and she looked down at me with a raised brow. “Excuse me?” The haughty tone of her voice and slight lift of her chin were sexy as hell. Call me a masochist.
I grinned and lifted a shoulder. “I’m just saying you may need to show me how you’ve upped your sex game again. Not sure I caught it the first time. Besides, I know we said just once, but you wouldn’t want to leave it like that, would you?”
“Well,”—she pursed those pillowy lips and narrowed her eyes, then let out an exaggerated sigh that made her breasts do amazing things—“we did agree this was it, but what I really meant was no more after I leave.”
“So, you mean we could have sex all over the house, for the rest of the time you’re here, but it would only count as once?”
“That’s exactly what I mean. I’m glad we’re on the same page.” Eden grinned. “So, I guess I better get to showing you my skills.”
“We should probably get started on that.”
She squirmed in my lap, and my dick twitched inside her. “Seems like it.” She looked down at me and traced my jaw with a fingertip. “But I think we need to try another room. Different scenery and all.”
“I like the way you think.” I patted her butt. “But first I need to take care of something.”
She lifted off me, and I made quick work of getting rid of the condom. When I came out of the bathroom, she was picking up her clothes and started to put them on.
I leaned against the door, arms crossed over my chest. “You know, it’s going to be hard to prove to me how good you are with clothes on.”
She looked down at her shirt and then back up at me, a wicked gleam in her eye. With a tilt of her head, she said, “I don’t know. I remember there were a few times we had sex fully clothed.”
Memories flashed through my mind at the times she referred to, and damned if I wasn’t on my way to being fully hard again. I grinned. “True enough.” I pushed off the door and stalked my way toward her. “But given the fact that it’s just us in this house, with no one around for a couple of miles, I don’t think we’re going to have to worry about getting caught.”
“I guess you’re right.” She pulled the T-shirt back over her head and stood in front of me naked once again. “Better?” she asked, a hand on her hip, sassiness radiating off her.
My grin widened. “Much. Now let’s get you to work.”
I picked her up in a fireman’s hold, surprising a squeak out of her. I walked up the stairs and headed to my suite, her small fists beating on my back. All I could do was laugh at her protests to be put down.
I couldn’t remember the last time I felt this free.
