I wrap my arms around his neck, holding him close as he licks my skin, pushing my breasts together so he can suck both nipples into his mouth at once. A gasp escapes me, and I arch into him. “You’re fucking good at that.”
“It’s not hard when you have tits like these,” Rey says. “Fucking beautiful.”
He licks a path down the center and further down my stomach. I think for a second that he’s going to taste me again before he rolls away, grabbing a condom from the bedside drawer. “Want to put it on me?”
My eyes drop to his cock. Hell yes, I do. I want to touch him.
Moving to the side of the bed, I take him in my hands, stroking the hardness between my fingers and watch him go completely rigid before taking the condom from his hand. I squeeze him as I roll it down, making him feel every fucking inch. If I didn’t need him inside me as soon as humanly possible, I’d keep him here and tease him. Make him come all over my hands and my chest and then let him do it again.
God, I can’t even blame alcohol for these thoughts. I only had a few sips of that beer. But just being around him unlocks these thoughts about things that I’d never thought that I’d want or need. But right now, in this moment, the idea of Rey’s cum on my skin is enough for me to press my legs together in need.
Rey kisses me, guiding me backwards onto the bed again. “I see your thoughts spinning.”
“You have no idea.”
He chuckles. “I think I have an inkling.”
“Oh really?”
“Yup. And we’ll have time.” I raise an eyebrow, and he just looks smug. “Time to act on every dirty thought that’s in that head of yours. And that’s in mine. I promise.”
He fits himself against my entrance and I arch into him, moving my hips to take the tip. “Are you going to tell me your dirty thoughts?”
“Only if you tell me yours,” he says. I blush at the thought as he thrusts into me and I cry out. It’s been fucking forever since I’ve been so full, and it feels so good. I can’t even breathe.
“Fuck.” The word is a choked prayer. There are no thoughts other than the feeling of him inside me. I can’t breathe.
But now Rey is holding himself still. “Are you going to tell me?”
I don’t even know if I can form words. His face is above mine, eyes so intense it steals even more of my breath. “I thought about how I would just tease you and let you come all over me.”
Rey’s eyes grow darker. “I like that idea.”
“I thought you might.”
I don’t have a chance to ask him what his dirty thoughts are because he’s fucking me. Hard and fast and deep, setting off fireworks all over again. Holy fuck, it’s better than I ever imagined that it could be. I am so fucking glad I agreed to come back to town. If I hadn’t, I wouldn’t be here.
Pleasure rises all around me, and I fall into it. Reaching up, I wrap my arms around Rey’s shoulders and my legs around his hips. It feels so natural and so perfect to be wrapped up in him that I never want it to end.
The orgasm pours into me like a tide. One long rush that tightens everything in me and releases like a tornado that’s going to change my life forever. I can’t stop feeling it and him, savoring every second of it. And then Rey comes, his face is buried in my neck, lips caressing my skin.
It takes us long minutes to come back to ourselves, both of us catching our breath. I can feel the beating of his heart against my chest, and I don’t want to unwrap myself from him.
“That was—”
“Yeah,” I respond, still completely out of it.
He gently pulls away, and I don’t move, listening to the sounds of him getting rid of the condom and washing his hands before he comes back to me.
His face appears over mine with a grin. “You okay?”
“I’m good,” I laugh. “Maybe. It’ll take a while to recover.”
“We still have those drinks to finish,” he says. “Besides, you can’t be that eager to get back to that house.”
I sigh. “I’m really not.”
“Stay here,” he says, and I raise an eyebrow. “I’m serious.”
“Really?”
Rey chuckles. “I’m not asking you to move in, I’m just offering you a bed in a house that doesn’t have any holes in it.”
I try to suppress my smile and can’t. “Okay.”
“Oh, and orgasms. I’m offering you those, too.”
Pressing my lips together, I finally sit up. “I think that’s a pretty fair offer.”
“Me too.”
6
Reynard
Affliction Creek is a pitiful excuse for a creek.
During the summer monsoons, it fills up and flows, but most of the time it’s just a little trickle of water and mostly mud. Like right now.