Page 27 of Outside the Lines
Bet he’d like seeing his cock in me, but I was shuddering too hard, my tongue too tied to try to say it. But it must have been true, because he pulled his finger out of me, pressed his dick against my asshole, and pushed in.
I bit my lip against my cry, then let it out because Ian wanted the sound. Probably wanted the sparks of light and the tears that stung the corners of my eyes. The pleasure was laced with pain and I couldn’t free my shaking arms from the cloth that bound them. Helpless. His. There was no better feeling.
“Yeah, like that, Si.” He moved inside me, slowly pulling back and pressing in until I was sure he’d split me in two if he managed to get all of himself in. “Fuck, you’re so tight.”
When I opened my eyes, he was above me, eyes shining. I wanted to reach up and kiss him, but I was tied to the headboard. Still, I tried, lifting my head as my body strained against his.
He tangled his fingers in my hair, took my mouth, and kissed me until I made helpless noises. When he relented, he had the gleam of a devil. “Look at me.” Soft words, but iron with his will. “Don’t you dare take your eyes off me. Not for one moment, Si.”
“Yes.” A single word, straight from my soul.
Ian fucked me hard, deep, and relentlessly. Rougher than I’d ever imagined he could, each stroke a glorious burn of pleasure. And oh, God. Hewasgoing to break me. Split me open and spill my heart and soul out on the bed. I couldn’t turn away, because in that instant, I was the only thing in Ian’s life . . . and I knew it.
I came first, hot jizz pouring out over his hand and my stomach, my cry echoing off the ceiling. Then he was there too, his face a joy to watch, and his shout as loud.
There were tears in my eyes when he was done and I ached everywhere. Concern marred his contentment, and he pulled at the sash. The fabric slipped off, and I was able to catch his head in my hands and kiss him.
He obviously hadn’t expected that, because I swallowed a yelp. He might have had his rules, but right now, I didn’t care that this was his bed—I had my own rules: if someone fucks you that grandly, you thank them. So I did, with my tongue and my lips and my mouth, then finally my words. “I loved every second of that.”
He huffed a laugh, then settled next to me on the bed as we caught our breaths. He drew circles on my chest and kissed my shoulder and whispered words I didn’t understand but knew he believed. “You’re perfection, Simon.”
I wasn’t. Not nearly. But that didn’t stop my heart from tumbling over and over.
Morning came too damn soon, but I could forgive the sun, since Simon was in my bed, sleeping hard against the mattress. He looked like a goofball, hair every which way, mouth slightly open and face pressed against the pillow. A sexy, wonderful goofball, who I’d fucked into oblivion.
God, last night had been wonderful. He . . . I. He’d given me so much, as if I were the only person in his life. Which was weird, because I wasn’t.
Still, Simon had been wholly mine last night. I peered at the clock and sighed. Nope. No time for a replay—not if I wanted to get to End o’ Earth and back to work on the miniature set. We still had all the little details to put in so it would seem as real as the life-size one. Wednesday was one day closer.
No idea how Simon would react to being woken up. I guessed I would find out. “Si? Simon?”
A flicker of movement behind his eyelids, then he blinked them open. A deep breath and those blue eyes meeting mine. His smile was sunlight. “Hey.” Gravelly voice. Did he know what that did to my insides?
Before I could tell him he should probably get out of bed, he pulled me to him and kissed me. For a guy who was pretty submissive in bed, Simon could be awfully damn dominating. Though, eventually, I ended up on top of him, our cocks sliding together, like during the previous night, except this time Simon’s hands were free to wander and roam and clench my ass when he thrust up against me.
“Don’t have much time.” I spoke between kisses and groans.
“For this we do.” A sexy whisper in that morning voice of his.
My bed, my rules—right out the window. I gave in and we tangled, thrust, and moaned into each other until we both came hard against each other. What a hell of a way to wake up.
After a fast shower, we were back in my car and heading toward town. I’d drop Simon off at his place so he could grab a fresh set of clothes, then head to the shop. Except . . . Simon’s bike was at End o’ Earth. “Hey, how are you getting to work? Your bike’s at the shop.”
“I’ll grab Lydia’s bike—we ride the same model. She’s got a bike rack on the SUV, so we can get both home.” His voice was lethargic, but so full of joy. “We need to do this again.”
I focused on the road, because if I gazed at him, I’d run into a damn tree. “Yeah. We hardly ticked anything off my list.”
His chuckle was soft. A moment later, he sat up. “You’ll want to take the next right.”
Simon gave me directions that bypassed the main drag of Bluewater Bay and had us over where a bunch of craftsman-style two-stories had been built not too far out of town, probably from the heyday of the logging industry.
“That one there, with the blue trim.”
Bright blue, against a gray that reminded me of rain. It seemed like the kind of house a nice happy het couple would have, except Simon wasn’t het at all. While I didn’t know how I felt about being the third wheel to this not-het couple, after last night, I wanted to have as much fun with Simon as I could until I did know. “Nice house.”
“Mmm-hmm.” He leaned in, and I met him in a kiss that would probably raise the neighbors’ eyebrows. “See you in a few.” With that, he hopped out of the car and headed up the path to the front door, and I pulled away from the curb.
Before I got to End o’ Earth, I stopped at Stomping Grounds, got myself a coffee, and picked up Lydia’s favorite drink again. It was the least I could do.
