The Winner Takes All (Complete Collection)

24. Give Me Rug Burn

24

GIVE ME RUG BURN

Hunter

Truly, I didn’t expect sex tonight. Didn’t even let myself hope for it. Now, I’m praying this never stops. I had no idea anything could make me feel this good.

His tongue. His lips. His sounds. And his hands, sliding along my thighs as he draws my dick into his mouth.

“I don’t know if that’ll help us fuck,” I mutter, floating in pleasure already. “Mostly it makes me want to come in your mouth.”

He laughs against my dick, humming, then he pops off. “Good. But let’s see how this makes you feel,” he says, then reaches for the lube, coats his fingers, and presses one against my ass.

I hold my breath.

“Breathe,” he urges gently.

“Oh, right,” I say, feeling a little foolish.

But then I’m feeling a little good as he gently presses the pad against me.

I breathe out, willing myself to relax. I mean he’s not even in me?—

Oh, holy fuck.

His finger’s in me. And his mouth is on my cock.

And it’s a pop-pop-pop of sensations. My dick, my ass, my balls. It’s like a fucking parade down there. There’s confetti and a marching band, and everything’s happening all at once.

He takes me in deeper, his tongue swirling along my length. As he sucks, he murmurs, and the sound of his pleasure makes me even hotter. I want so much right now. I want him in me. But I know, too, I’ve got to just…relax into this .

I shudder in a deep breath, savoring the feel of his warm mouth, his tongue flicking against me, his finger teasing.

Then stroking.

Then crooking.

My hips jump.

The intensity. Holy hell, the wicked intensity down there.

My brain goes as wild as my body. “That’s fucking new,” I gasp.

I feel him laugh against my cock, but he doesn’t relent. For a few fantastic minutes of dirty heaven, he sucks more of my dick while he plays with me.

I don’t want to stop; it’s so fucking good. When he crooks his finger again, hitting me there , I groan for days. “I think I might come,” I mutter.

There’s laughter again, then he lets go of my dick. “I can finish you like this,” he offers.

I howl. “No fucking way. I need your dick inside me.”

With a wicked smile, Nate pushes his finger a little deeper. “You’ll get it, handsome. But let me finger you a little more.”

“Fine, fine. If you insist, I’ll have another,” I rasp out.

His lips quirk, then he stage whispers, “I’ve already got two in you.”

“You sneaky fucker.”

Filthy delight shines in his eyes. “Need to make sure you can take me.”

Take him .

That’s all I want, so I lie back against the pillow and revel in the sharp, hot pleasure for another few minutes. As he opens me up more, he kisses my dick too. I’m overwhelmed with sensations. But after a while, that’s enough. “I’m ready. Condom. Now.”

Nate eases out his fingers. Flopping to his back, he grabs the protection, rolls it onto his hard shaft, then covers it in lube.

I climb over him.

For a moment, panic knocks on my shoulder, the fear of the coming pain. I swallow nervously. “Will it hurt?”

“A little at first,” Nate says, and I love his honesty. “But after that, if we’re doing it right, it won’t hurt.”

I’m resolute and aroused. “Let’s do it right, then.”

Nate holds his cock for me, and I position my ass against his erection. As I sink down, his eyes glimmer.

I go farther, and this hurts, but I don’t close my eyes because his reaction is a painkiller. His breath comes in a harsh pant.

The stretch is excruciating, almost unbearable. I purse my lips.

“You okay?” He pushes up on his elbows, lifts a hand and slides it up my chest to tease my nipples.

I shudder out a breath, nodding. “Kiss me again,” I say, and he comes in for a kiss.

The deliciousness of his lips spreads through my body like I’ve drunk a potion of bliss.

When we break apart, he lies back on the bed. With him under me, I start to move.

I rise up then go back down until I’m just sitting on his dick, overwhelmed with pleasure and pain. For a few tense seconds, I wait. And then, finally, the pain washes away.

All that’s left is lust. Heat. Want.

I’m in the driver’s seat at last, and I take his cock for a ride. Up, down. In. Out.

I’m sweating and shaking. “So good,” I pant.

He nods. Swallows. Grips me tighter. But he screws up his lips, like he’s trying to hold back.

Words maybe? It’s tough to think as we fuck. But Nate looks like he’s fighting something.

His jaw is tight. He’s so quiet.

It’s freaking me out even as I fuck his cock.

I slide my hands up his chest. “Are you okay? You look…”

In a flash, he’s grabbing my hips harder, digging in fiercely, gritting out, “It’s so fucking good, I can’t take it. You’re incredible. Just fucking incredible.”

I light up like a pinball machine. “Yeah?”

“God, yes,” he grunts out, then lifts his hips, thrusting up into me.

My brain goes haywire. “Do that again,” I command.

“Yeah? You want me to fuck you like this?” He demonstrates his strength with a hard, deep pump of his hips that sends me spinning.

I want him to fuck me every night. I want him to put me in every position. I want him to give me rug burn. To make me sore. To make me sweat and moan and beg.

“Yes. Do it. Harder. Don’t fucking stop,” I order, pressing my hands against his big chest.

He grits his teeth then growls. The feral sound goes straight to my dick. Then he’s not just fucking me. He’s using me. Bouncing me. Taking me on a ride up and down his cock. It’s wild and athletic, and I never knew sex could be like this.

Primal and rough. Deep and passionate.

Fevered.

I feel like I’m five hundred degrees. He’s loud, and dirty, muttering curses, grunting fuck and yes and Jesus .

I’m buzzing everywhere, a machine cranked up, higher, faster, harder. My dick throbs, and I can’t take it anymore.

I grip my cock.

Nate goes wild under me. “Yes, do it. Stroke that dick,” he commands.

Flames crackle under my skin as my fist flies.

His sounds electrify me.

Yes.

Fucking yes.

Oh, god.

Come on me. All the fuck over me.

An orgasm marches on then devastates me with its force and intensity as I shoot. He’s right there with me, his whole body shuddering as he finishes. Our sounds of pleasure overlap then turn into soft moans and contented sighs then tender touches as he eases out and pulls me to his chest. Hands slide through my sweaty hair. Lips travel across my face. Soft breath coasts against me as he speaks in a quiet voice. “I really wanted to see you again in London.”

Warmth rolls down my body. “I wanted to see you again too.”

Later, after we shower, we slide back into bed.

This time, we’re naked.

This time, we’re not arguing.

This time, he reaches for me, kisses my neck, and says, “Good night.”

I fall asleep with my fake husband wrapped tightly around me.