Page 96 of Phantom Faceoff
The head of his dick touches the rim of my hole, and it feels so good, so anticipatory, that I jolt with a realization.
“Shit. Zander. Condoms.”
He freezes and blinks to clear the haze of lust, blushing like mad when the words hit.
“Do you have some?”
I should have bought some when Zander and I started hooking up, but I never did.
“Do you?”
Zander winces and smiles apologetically. “I wasn’t really thinking about getting laid when I came over.”
Fair.
We could trade off blowjobs or handjobs, but it’s obvious by the way neither of us moves, by the way our hands stay rooted on each other, that we’re both desperate for a deeper connection.
“Have you ever been …?” He wets his lips with the tip of his tongue.
“Once. When Jules was ready to start … seeing people. We went together to get checked out. Negative on all fronts.” It’s my turn for my cheeks to heat. “You know I haven’t touched anyone other than you.”
“We should have talked about this before?—”
“I put your dick in my mouth or you put yours in my ass?”
We both break out into grins, and he leans over me to rest his forehead on mine. “That’s my fault. I’m the one who should have known better.”
“Why? Because you like to have sex? You’re human. We all mess up. Can you tell me you’ve checked the STI status of every single person you’ve ever hooked up with—excluding me?”
Zander frowns and presses it against my lips. “That number is higher than I care to admit.”
“It’s fine,” I say with a laugh.
It feels good. To be happy.
“Put your dick in me, Jackass.”
He obliges, and I’m positive that I stop breathing. The tip of his dick pops in, and my asshole burns despite the lube, but it feels so fucking good that I can’t help but bear my weight down, taking him deeper and stretching myself wider.
When he bottoms out, I gasp so hard my vision fills with black spots.
Ragged breaths gasp from my lungs, cheeks ablaze with arousal, and Zander smiles down at me in triumph.
“You feel so goddamn incredible,” he says with a long, slow roll of his hips.
I’d echo the sentiment, but each thrust, no matter how small, is sending shockwaves through my bloodstream.
Face to face, all I want is to hide in the crooks of his body. Let him take me but notseeme, even if I’ve already exposed him to every frayed wire.
His cock drags along my walls—slow and precise. When my eyes close, his hands push into my hair and urge them back open.
“I want you, Malachi Blanchard,” he says, each word matching his groin meeting mine. “Every broken piece. Every part you think isn’t worth saving. I want it.”
He drags a sensual touch down my body, gripping onto my thighs and pushing them up, forcing them open so he can fuck me harder.
Not faster.
“Say it.”
