Page 96 of Finding Their Place

A jolt ripped through my body, settling in my balls, and I exhaled unsteadily.

Garrett’s lips parted, drawing my focus toward the mouth I’d been dreaming about.

“Garrett?” I croaked his name, hoping…

“Yes,” he whispered, shooting adrenaline through my system.

Our lips slammed together, both of us hungry, driven to fulfill the longing I could feel radiating between us like a living entity.

We stumbled into my room.

He ripped my towel away.

I shoved down his shorts.

Still, our mouths clung, tongues dueled, teeth nipped. Our kiss went beyond comforting, only intensifying the tension coiled between us.

We fell to the bed, and I rolled him beneath me, ready to love on Haley’s needy brat—the man I burned for—until he lay spent. Boneless. Mindless.

Garrett grabbed my ass and squeezed, his fingertips digging into my skin before sliding down my crack. Groaning into my mouth, he feathered over my hole, causing my dick to leak over his taut abs.

“Garrett…” I pulled away enough to catch his pupil-blown eyes.

“I know you want to take care of me.” He swallowed hard. “But I-I really need…goddamnit.”

I grasped his chin to keep his focus on my face. “To be in control.”

His breath left in a rush, vulnerability bleeding from his dark orbs. “Please.”

I rolled without hesitation, taking him along with me, spreading my thighs to make room for his bulk. “Whatever you want, Garrett,” I told him. “Whatever will ease this torment.”

His dick jerked against mine, and he took my mouth, grinding our groins together.

I palmed his ass and held on as he obliterated all thoughts but coming from my head. Pre-cum covered our stomachs in a slick mess to thrust through, and my balls drew up tight.

“Garrett,” I warned, knowing I approached the edge of erupting.

He stilled his hips, slid his lips over my jawline, and sucked on my earlobe. Hot breath lifted the hairs on my nape, and I groaned, tilting my head to let him have his way.

Those lips and that tongue trailed lower, over my clavicle. Teeth scraped at my pecs—my nipples. But he bypassed them, settling onto his haunches, his hands finding the backs of my knees and lifting.

I stroked down my cock, watching him devour the sight of my drawn up balls, taint, and asshole. It was on the tip of my tongue to ask him how long it had been since he’d topped, if he wanted help, but I bit my tongue.

More silence, but the wait came easy because there was no stopping what we’d started. I had reminded him the week before that Haley had cut us off, but fuck if I could do the same with her. I lay sprawled out for Garrett’s pleasure, but I craved her presence. My mouth watered to taste her, my skin tingling for her soft caresses and demanding requests.

Fucking miserable and yet high off lust for the man studying my body.

Finally—fucking finally—Garrett slid his hands down the insides of my thighs, and I took hold where he’d released, pulling my legs higher. Opening myself for him, making myself vulnerable in the final way I could with him.

“Fuck,” he whispered, his thumbs rubbing over my taint with teasing strokes.

I bit the inside of my lip, caught up in the fall of dark hair over his brow, his long eyelashes lowered, those plump lips of his red from kissing. He was so damn beautiful he made my throat close up.

At the first brush of his fingertip over my hole, I groaned, contracting on instinct.

“When’s the last time you let a man have you here?” Garrett lifted his attention to my face as he continued the light caress.

Pink flushed his cheeks. Black pupils ate at his eyes.

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