Chapter 7 #3
“Tell me,” he purred. I couldn’t even tell if he was teasing me, or if he was begging me to say out loud that I wanted him to fuck me hard. Maybe both?
He started to withdraw again, and I whined softly. Then, by some miracle, I gathered enough brain cells to say, “Madars. Please.” I rocked my hips as much as I could in this position. “Hard.”
“Mmm, you like it hard?” He kissed the back of my neck as he continued fucking me as slowly as humanly possible. “How hard?”
I was supposed to think while he was riding me like that? “As hard… As hard as you can.”
A low growl emerged from his throat. “Yeah?”
“Yeah. Please.”
I expected him to tease me more. Maybe even slow down just to make me whine again.
I did not expect him to thrust into me so hard, the headboard slammed against the wall. By the time I’d pulled in enough breath to cry out, he’d thrust in like that again, knocking the air right out of me as the headboard once again hit the wall.
“Hard like this?” Madars asked through what sounded like clenched teeth.
“Yes,” I choked out. “Fuck… yes.”
His low, throaty groan almost undid me, and he kept right on pounding into me like he wanted nothing more on this earth than to get as deep as I could possibly take him. I had no idea if I was saying words or not. I just hoped he understood that I loved this and wanted more, more, more.
Abruptly, he thrust all the way in and stopped. “I want you on your back,” he murmured in my ear. “I want to fuck you hard, and I want to watch you the whole time.”
I just moaned, clawing at the sheets.
Madars dropped a kiss on the back of my shoulder, then withdrew.
I didn’t even have a chance to figure out how to make my limbs obey my brain—he manhandled me onto my back.
Once he had me where he wanted me, he picked up the lube, and as he put some more on his cock, he said, “Spread your legs for me. Spread them wide.”
I did, loving the way he leered at me while he slicked himself up. Then he positioned himself between my thighs, and he looked down just long enough to guide himself in before he met my gaze again.
He didn’t sink in gently this time. He thrust in hard, and I was halfway to heaven before he’d even bottomed out. And he didn’t stop, either—he held my hips, and he used those powerful muscles in his ass and thighs to slam into me again and again. It bordered on painful, and I couldn’t get enough.
I had no idea what he was saying as he railed me. If it was English, if it was Latvian, if it was words at all. I was too far gone to make sense of words.
I swept my tongue across my lips and somehow found my senses enough to speak. “This good?”
Madars bit his lip and groaned. “So good. Fuck. You’re so…” He squeezed his eyes shut as his rhythm faltered slightly. “Ungh, I want to come, but I want to keep…”
God, I loved this. Watching him fall apart while he was making me fall apart. Watching every muscle stand out even more thanks to exertion and sweat.
“Get yourself off,” he ordered. “God, Connor, touch your—oh, yeah. Just like that.”
I pumped myself furiously, and I swore the way he looked at me made me even hotter than the way he fucked me. The fire in his eyes, all of it focused on me, the way he seemed driven by how much he was unraveling me—it was so heady I could barely handle it.
“Come,” he said, and I couldn’t tell if it was a plea or a command.
“I want to feel—fuck!” He slammed into me even harder, as if he needed to get impossibly deeper, and he shuddered hard as his orgasm took over.
I kept jerking myself off, the sight and sound and feel of his climax driving me right to the edge, and then I was there, too, shooting cum across my hand and abs.
With a ragged sigh, he slumped over me, and for a moment, we just stayed like that, his dick still buried in me as we both trembled and panted.
Eyes closed, I held on to him with trembling arms, letting the moment linger.
I felt amazing. He felt amazing in my arms and on top of me and inside me.
There’d been moments when I’d regretted not going further with him when we were younger, but now I was glad we hadn’t.
That we’d finally gotten here as the men we were now instead of the na?ve kids we’d been back then.
Even if this was just a one-time hookup, it was perfect, and I wouldn’t have changed a thing.
Madars lifted himself up on shaky arms and met my gaze, a sleepy but sly grin on his swollen lips. “Is this what you expected when you DM’d me yesterday?”
A laugh burst out of me. “No. No, it isn’t.” Was that really just yesterday? I slid my hands up his sweaty chest. “I can’t complain, though.”
Madars laughed, too. “I can’t either.” We were both still laughing when his lips met mine.
No, I hadn’t imagined this when I’d reached out to him. I’d only hoped to reconnect with an old friend. I’d even hesitated because would he want to see me after all this time?
I’d sent it, though, and now here we were—naked in my hotel bed, satisfied and shaking with his dick still buried to the hilt inside me.
And holy fuck, I was glad I’d worked up the nerve to send that DM.