After Hours (InterMix)(92)

He held my waist, following the motions, but not dictating for a change. His hands drifted up my back and shoulders, and he held my hair in that soft, reverent gesture. It seemed laughable I’d ever found it gruff and possessive, when all I felt now was cradled.

“Goddamn. You’re beautiful.”

I didn’t say a word, afraid to scare this person away. One in a hundred glances, this was the man I saw in Kelly’s eyes, and he never stayed long. I kept my mouth shut and let him deep inside, welcomed him with the motions of my hips.

“Just like that. Don’t stop.” His eyes shut, lids fluttering. My hair fell free and he squeezed my shoulders, massaged them, stroked his thumbs along my throat.

“Kelly.”

“Don’t stop. Please.”

“I won’t.” I said it so quietly, I wondered if he even heard.

“Lemme feel you. Come for me.”

Any part of what I was doing that was for show, I cast aside. I held his shoulders and scooted back, making the friction more explicit. Only a few selfish strokes and I was getting close. His skin against mine, his moans warming my ear. This wasn’t the man I’d agreed to submit to, in the previous life better known as last week. But I liked him all the more for his neediness. I loved being needed, after all.

He cupped my breasts, making me feel tiny against his broad palms. These same big hands that kept me safe at work and fixed my car. These hands that pleasured his cock when I wasn’t here to do the job. They couldn’t give him what I could. Weren’t as warm or wet as my body, just as my fingers were but a sad facsimile of what I craved from Kelly.

“You feel so good,” I mumbled into his shoulder.

“So do you. You’re so tight. Make me feel so f*cking big.”

“Kelly.” My face was hot, head foggy. My hips were sore but my clit was begging—begging for more, for relief. I held the back of Kelly’s head and clawed his arm, skin slick under my nails. I used his cock just as I had that morning in his bed, pushing toward the edge in a barrage of shameless, sloppy thrusts. Then he was kissing me, swallowing my moans and grunts, coaxing them from my mouth with his tongue. I came so hard it frightened me—so intense I was bucking, pleasure like hot, flashing sparks. When I escaped his kiss and opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was red—two beading scrapes along his biceps, my fingertips sticky.

“Oh my God. I’m sorry.” Even our most equitable and tender sex drew blood.

“Shhh.” He showed me his priorities, urging me to keep f*cking him. “Don’t stop. Make me come. Please.”

I went back to how I’d been before I got greedy, but he pushed at my thighs.

“No, like you were. When you were using me.”

My clit could barely take the friction now, my hips aching, but I gave him what he wanted.

“Talk to me,” he said. “Tell me how I feel.”

I held back the first word that came to mind—wonderful. “Big,” I said. Big, strong body beneath me, big and hard and excited inside me. And f*cking wonderful.

He shifted between my thighs. “What else?”

I huddled closer to speak just below his ear. “You feel good, Kel. I love when you’re excited. And needy. I love the way you lose control, right before you come.”

“Good,” he breathed. “Good. I’ll show you that. Just keep f*cking me.” The hands holding my waist slid down to my butt, kneading for a moment before he gave me a slap.

I gasped, naive enough to have thought I was in control here. Even seated he was thrusting, mirroring my motions at first, then losing the pace. In seconds flat it felt as though our bodies were fighting, a frantic flurry of driving flesh and grinding bones, nails digging and palms smacking, sending all my fond affection scrambling for higher ground.

“Fuck. Talk to me. Say my name.” Smack.

“I wanna see you come, Kelly. I wanna watch your face when you lose it.”

“You feel so f*cking good.” He closed his palms over my waist, pushing me back so the angle was even sharper. His bossiness gave me a dark thrill. All at once, I actually missed the way he’d been that first night, here on this couch. There was still room for that, with the gentler impulses shunted aside.

I leaned back to smile at him. “I would’ve sucked you off, if you’d let me. Without asking for anything in return.”

His eyes shut. “Yeah. You love sucking my cock.”