Roommate Arrangement (Divorced Men's Club #1)(61)

“Fuck me,” he begs.

My cock throbs at the sound. Husky and needy. Payne is ticking every one of my boxes and setting my imagination alight.

I coat my cock in more lube than I’ll probably need, but I’m not risking hurting him when he’s wanted this for so long. I hesitate a second. “Still okay with no condom? I didn’t even think to buy—”

“Why? Have you slept with someone between last night and now?”

“Of course not.”

“Then quit stalling and get inside me.”

A shiver races through me, and I squeeze his thigh. “I want you on your side.”

He rolls over, and I close in behind him. It puts my nose at his neck, and his hair brushes my cheek. My heart feels so fucking full of him as I reach down and grab my cock, pressing it to his hole. He shifts his top leg forward, and I push in, immediately engulfed by the tight heat of him clenching around me.

“You okay?”

“Mm. Doesn’t hurt.”

Perfect. I hold his hip and slide in slowly, barely keeping myself from slamming home. Because, as I work myself inside him, I can’t help feeling this is … perfect. Right. Exactly the way we’re supposed to be. The feeling sort of settles over my mind, and I don’t try to argue or push it away. It’s so intense, I’d be surprised if he can’t feel it too.

I bottom out and still for a moment before kissing his shoulder. “All good?”

He presses back into me. “Just give me … one more second. Shit … I want you to fuck me so bad. Don’t hold back, okay?”

“Jesus, you want me to come already?”

“Depends. Do you have a round two in you? Because if so, have at it.” He squeezes his ass around me, and it feels so good, I sink my teeth into his shoulder to distract myself.

“Payne …”

“Beau …” He wriggles. “I need you to move now.”

“And if I don’t?”

He pulls almost the whole way off and slams back against me. “I’ll use your cock as a dildo and fuck myself with it.”

“Nrgh.” I start to move. “We’ll add that to the list to try later.”

“Perfect.”

I hook my arm under Payne’s top leg and lift it, pressing deeper. I keep my thrusts slow and shallow until I can tell he’s getting impatient, and then I pick up speed. Each roll of my hips sparks tingles in my balls until I’m vibrating out of my skin. Getting to hold Payne like this, to be inside him and taste his sweat, and be here for him in a way that no one else gets to is intoxicating. I’m addicted to him. The sounds coming from him are delicious, and I vary my thrusts between short and sharp and long and deep to draw out all the different noises I can get him to make.

I try to clear my mind and let the pleasure drive me. To take what I need without thinking about what it means.

Payne’s cock is leaking steadily onto his abs, and I watch over his shoulder as it bounces with every thrust, needing attention neither of us is in a hurry to give it. I want to draw this out and make him come so hard he can’t live without those types of orgasms in his life. So I alternate my thrusts, take him to the edge, and back off again. Change angles. Aim for his prostate and then keep clear.

Payne’s pushing back to meet every thrust, sending me crazy with his grunts and muttered curses. He reaches back to tangle his fingers in my hair. “Mark me,” he pants. “Like I did to you last night.”

I moan as I lower my mouth to his neck and suck a bruise into his skin. Then another. And another. All the way along his shoulder before I lean forward and nudge him to turn his head so I can drag him into a filthy kiss.

“I’m so close,” I warn him.

“Me too.”

“On your front.” I wrap my arms around him and ease us forward, careful not to slip out.

Then I plant my knees on either side of his thighs and do what I’ve wanted from the start: I unleash.

My thrusts are hard, fast, uncontrolled, stabbing his prostate until he’s squirming beneath me. We’re both panting heavily, our sweat building between us. My brain is reaching that staticky place it goes right before I come, where I’m running on feeling and instinct, and driven only by the need to reach the finishing line.

“Holy fucking shit,” Payne says, as he grabs my pillow and then shoves it underneath him. “I’m about to ruin this.”

“Do it. I want you to mark every goddamn thing in my room.”

He groans, thrusting into the pillow as I pound into him from behind. I’m taking him the way I’ve always dreamed, and I’m not going to be apologetic about it. My gaze rakes over his broad back, following his tattoos down his arm to where his bicep is bulging. I’m so close, desperately chasing that high that will tip me over the edge.

“Come, Beau. Please. Fuck. Come. I want to feel you inside me.”

“Want me to mark this hole as mine?”

His hips are thrown off rhythm, and then I hear the most beautiful sentence that’s ever been uttered during sex. “Yes. I’ve never needed anything more.”

Shit. I let go, hips taking on a mind of their own as I fuck him so hard the bed knocks against the wall with heavy thuds. Over and over and— “Shit.”

I come. My vision blinks in and out, but somehow I manage to keep moving through it.