Lovers Like Us (Like Us #2)(41)

I’m honest-to-God shaking. And I can’t tell if it’s from being too wound-up, teasing overload, or anxiety.

Farrow studies my body language, his hand holding my waist protectively. “Talk to me, Maximoff.”

I rub my face a couple times. Frustrated with myself. “No more edging; I just need to come.”

His smile stretches too far. “It felt good then.”

“Too good.”

“That’s the point, wolf scout.” He leans forward and hovers over me, his earring dangling. I clutch the back of his head, and I’m about to say what I feel but I lose sight of the words.

He reads me. “I think you’re scared.”

I think you’re right. I’m quiet, not combatting him like usual. Sex is uncomplicated for me. It feels good, and I go full-force. This feels fucking good, but it’s a level of intimacy that I couldn’t give strangers. I tried.

I failed.

And now, as I try to reach this place with a guy I love and trust, the last guard I’ve raised will drop. Being that bare with someone is fucking terrifying and exhilarating—and I want it, but can I let myself get there?

Farrow places a kiss on my shoulder, and he asks, “Have you used any sex toys before?”

“Yeah, all the time.”

His brows spike. “All the time?”

“Sometimes,” I correct.

He eyes me. “You’re going to have to spell it out.”

I give him a look like he’s flown to outer space. “I like sex.”

“No shit.”

I glare, pretty weakly. “So I’ve used dildos and prostate massagers before we got together, maybe a few times a week.”

A satisfied smile edges across his mouth. “This is good news.”

I’m not following. “How?”

“You’re going to let me put a dildo inside of you,” he says casually, but I heat from head-to-toe in want. “It’s something you’re already used to, so you won’t be afraid.”

“I’m not that fucking scared,” I refute now.

“Sure,” he says, eyeing my lips. “Just like I currently don’t have a hard-on for you.”

“What gave you a boner then, the ceiling or the floor? No wait, let me guess, the pillows.”

He rolls his eyes. “You’re such a smartass.” He stares at me for a long beat, almost asking me if I agree with the plan.

I nod. “Not today though.” It’ll have to happen during another hotel stop. I already told him that I’m not bottoming on the bus. I want more privacy to prepare. He agreed.

Right now, I’m way too fucking impatient to be teased for another hour or two. I push him to his side, and I turn on mine to face him. Our mouths meet again and again, bodies grinding. Hands seizing each other, escalating an intense friction.

Then I shift on top, and his muscular legs break apart on either side of my frame. I use lube and tease open his hole with a finger.

He mutters a pleasured curse, and after another deep kiss, I whisper, “I’m going to fuck you.”

He seizes the back of my neck, his hot gaze narrowed into me. “Good, fuck me.”

I find a condom and rip it open. He grips my bare ass while I sheath my length and lube up. I like most positions, but mainly doggy-style. So does he, but every now and then, we’ll do missionary. Like now. Mostly because it’s easier to look at each other.

Achingly fucking slow, I push my erection into him.

“Fuck,” he breathes. His hand tightens on my neck, lips parted, and he strokes his length once, twice.

I rock forward, the pressure and tightness out of this fucking world. I thrust in a hypnotic tempo, in, out. In, out. Deeper.

Deeper.

Our mouths meet, making out roughly, aggressively. The heady sensations flick my nerves. Sweat coats our skin.

He breaks a kiss and grits down. Containing a moan that rumbles his throat. “Fuck,” he barely gets out.

I throb inside of him, fuck yes, and I arch deeper, our chests pushed together.

“Fuck, Maximoff,” he curses, mouth broken completely apart. He rakes his fingers down my back, and he clutches my ass in the strongest grip and bucks his hips. It drives my cock deeper into him. Practically fucking me.

God.

My eyes almost roll. Nearing a peak.

Hot skin against hot skin, I quicken my pace. Harder, faster—I clasp his face. My ass flexes beneath his palm. He holds me just as strongly. Like he’s two seconds from riding me and finishing the job.

JesusChristfuck. I rub his erection, timing my thrusts with my hand. One more hungry kiss later, I drive so fast and deep that we’re white-knuckling each other to hang on.

I’m blown to fragments, and he comes in my palm. Breathing heavily, I milk my climax. Slowly, slowly descending with him.





14





MAXIMOFF HALE





“Hey, everyone. It’s morning here in Cleveland.” I hoist my phone, camera pointed at my face for an Instagram Live video. Janie films twice as many live videos as me, but I thought I should do one before the event. I smash a couple pillows against the headboard.

I’m buck-ass naked, but I stay beneath the champagne comforter. Plus, my abs are barely in frame.