Page 91 of Impromptu Match

“Jesus Christ, Taylor.”

I smiled, slowly lifting my hips so his softening cock could slip free. He shivered and weakly lifted a hand to wipe away the cum dangling from his chin, then licked it off the back of his hand as he gave me a sleepy grin.

“My balls ache from coming so much,” he croaked, then lifted his head to peer down at his front. “Fuck, you came so hard.”

I flushed. “Yeah.”

He waved a hand at his cum-streaked chest as his head flopped back onto the bed. “Feed it to me, babe.”

I paused, still leaning over him on trembling limbs. “Huh?”

“Lick up your cum and feed it to me.” He grinned at me again, then closed his eyes with a sated sigh. “I want it.”

“Oh.” I laughed unsteadily. “Um, okay.”

Obviously I’d tasted my own cum before, but I didn’t think I’d ever done this. Dipping my head, I smoothed my tongue up Holt’s lean stomach and chest, collecting all my cum and holding it on my tongue as I leaned in to kiss him.

He moaned into my mouth, hungrily licking it up. My cock twitched, but there wasn’t a chance in hell of me getting hard again so soon. I could already feel myself wanting to collapse and sleep for hours. Holt looked just as exhausted when we finally broke the kiss, but he heaved himself up with a groan. I quickly shifted off him, sitting back on my heels as he stood.

“I’ll get you something to clean up. You just stay here, babe.” He peeled off the overly full condom with a wince. “Do you want a drink or anything?”

My throat was parched, so I nodded. “Yes, please. Some water.”

“Sure.” He took off my cowboy hat with a chuckle, then kissed the top of my sweat-damp head before padding into the en suite bathroom. When he returned a minute later, he handed me a warm damp cloth with another kiss, then left the room to go downstairs.

I stared at his ass until he was out of sight. It was pert and firm. And copper. Knew it.

After cleaning myself up, I sheepishly dropped the cloth onto the nightstand and got under the covers. The moment I was surrounded by soft warmth and Holt’s scent, I melted into the bed. My limbs grew heavy, eyes drooping, but I managed to struggle up onto one elbow and sip some water when Holt returned with a glass.

Grinning, he slipped into bed and immediately pulled me against him so our fronts were nestled together. After giving me a deep kiss, he rested his head on the pillow.

“That was, without a doubt, the best fuck of my life.” He yawned, sliding his hand down my side to splay over my ass. “You’re an animal, Taylor. It was perfect.”

I flushed, wriggling my knee between his to tangle our legs together. “Well, I mean, it was only because you could feel what I was feeling.”

He eyed me in disbelief. “Um, no, it was because you folded me in half like a pretzel and fingered my ass while riding my dick. And fuck, you couldn’t stop coming. It was so hot. Even if I do now feel like a deflated airbag. I don’t think there are any fluids left in my body. Seriously, even my eyeballs feel dry.”

I chuckled sleepily, trying to keep my eyes open. I was completely drained. “Maybe it was the cowboy hat.”

I heard him laugh as my eyes slid shut against my will. Holt leaned in close to press a soft kiss to my cheek. “Goodnight, Taylor.”

I mumbled back indistinctly, burrowing closer until my face was nestled in his throat. Just as I drifted off, I felt Holt wrap his arms around me tight and press his lips to my hair.

Chapter Thirty

The Importance of Limbering Up

We woke up at some point in the night and had sex again. Slow and lazy this time, with Holt on top of me and my knees hooked over his elbows, our mouths fused together in a deep, tongue-tangling kiss for the entirety of it.

We forgot to use a condom, which led to a sleepy conversation about our statuses once we’d come, both of us confirming we were negative. It was kind of a moot point anyway, seeing as we’d already swallowed each other’s cum. And were different species.

Holt fell back to sleep before me, but his loud snoring didn’t keep me awake, and I dropped off quickly. When I woke up again, sunlight was streaming in through the curtains we’d forgotten to close, and Holt was sprawled half on top of me with his face in my armpit.

I smiled, closed my eyes again and dozed back off. His bed was huge, allowing us to both spread out completely, but we’d still ended up nestled together in the centre of it. When I drifted back to consciousness an indeterminate amount of time later, Holt was waking up too, rubbing his cheek against my chest with a sleepy groan. Getting drool everywhere.

“Morning,” I croaked, then sucked in a sharp breath when he dragged his knee higher up my thigh and it brushed against my morning wood, which was painfully hard.

Holt felt it too, because he moaned drowsily and shifted on top of me. My knees fell open wide as he nestled his hips between my legs, finding my mouth to give me a deep, lazy kiss. Within minutes, he was frantically rocking his length against mine, the tight cage of my fist keeping us pinned together.

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