Page 32 of Strip Bare

He licked his lips, knowing what it meant considering I’d already told him it had been a while for me. "When did you do it? After I made you come before?"

His voice was low, but my pulse raced.

"Yes."

"God, Leo."

I flushed harder, unable to help myself when he said my name like that, desire pressing down on me so heavily I could barely breathe. Now he knew how long I’d been wanting this, how much I’d hoped this would happen even against my better instincts.

Kit spread the lube it over himself before coming back down to his knees and slipping one lubed finger over my ass and pressing it inside.

I jolted, loving the pressure. It had been too long.

Kit withdrew before adding a second finger to my ass, coating me thoroughly in lube as his cock throbbed against my thigh. I gasped in a breath as he shifted, sliding against me but not pushing in, letting the anticipation build.

I inhaled deeply and released it as he pushed into me, the burn familiar and the ache so sweet.

"Leo," Kit gasped and I rocked my hips into him, telling him I was okay. He growled my name again, pressing my thighs open wider as he pulled me in close, burying his cock inside me even as he reached to stroke me. This felt surreal. I was me and he was Kit, and yet somehow here we were, fucking on the floor in the backroom at Cocoa & Rum.

The dual sensation of his thrusts and his hand working my cock made me tense, worried this would end too soon, but he just leaned down and kissed me.

"Don't worry, I won't let you come yet."

My hands grasped his shoulders as he moved over me, the friction sending bursts of color behind my closed lids as I moaned for him.

"Kit—" I gasped and then opened my eyes in irritation when he pulled out of me. "Why?"

"Turn over."

I scowled but obeyed. He had known how close to the edge I had been and, truthfully, I wasn't ready for this to end. Not yet. I wasn't sure I ever would be.

Glad to have my face hidden against the ground so Kit couldn't read my thoughts straight off it, I pressed my ass upwards toward him and reached down to stroke myself as I heard the bottle of lube being set down again.

I'd thought he'd been giving me everything before, but now his pace was driving, bordering on punishing, as his hands clasped my waist from behind and I felt it when he twitched inside me.

My hands grabbed at the floor uselessly as I let him take control, and when he hoarsely said my name, I knew it was time.

Kit thrust into me three more times, his hips circling into mine before he called for me and my climax happened at the same moment, hitting the wood beneath me.

I slumped, exhausted but mindful of the wet patch, and laid there for a moment while Kit tore something behind me and the irritating scratch of a paper towel moved along my ass and back.

I got to my knees, my body aching, and accepted some paper for the floor before getting dressed slowly. I could see my face in the reflection of a shiny piece of equipment, probably spare parts for the coffee machine. It felt like someone else was looking back at me—someone with swollen lips, puffy from kisses, and red marks across his neck, chest, abdomen and lower from the slight stubble on Kit's face. I looked like I'd been thoroughly fucked, but wasn't that what I'd asked him for?

I felt relaxed, but somehow more nervous now than before we'd done...everything. We'd agreed to just sex. Just this one time, to get it out of our system. Just one taste so we could move on. So why did it feel like everything had changed?

"I, um, should probably let you get back to your shift,” I said as Kit finished getting dressed.

"Sure." Kit watched me with an unfathomable expression on his face, the coolness returning to his words like the past half hour hadn’t happened.

"Okay then," I murmured and left the room as quickly as possible while shooting off a quick message to Kat.

We were wrong. I think I made a terrible mistake.

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This was awful. I didn't say-so to Harley, but I honestly couldn't see how anyone would enjoy this. No wonder it was free.

Some time-travel classic from the eighties was playing on the big screen and despite the speakers being turned way up, I had no idea what the actors were saying amidst the chatter, rustling of bags, and even someone's music at one point.

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