Chapter Twenty-Eight #2
She gives me a playful thwap on the chest, but then she rears back a bit, flicking her hand. “Your damn barbell bit me. I don’t know how I forgot that you were wearing the ones with the spiky tips, they’ve been poking out through the fabric of your dress since we got out here.”
I gesture around. “There’s still snow on the ground. It’s frigid out here, Lo. Of course the nips are hard.”
“Is that why the dick is too?” she hums.
“No.” I scoff. “That’s all your doing, rubbing up on me.”
“Are you saying I’m warm?”
“Lauren, you’re more than warm. You’re hot. Now, get in the car.”
Once home, Caleb doesn’t spend too long holding either of us up.
He got my text, and he completely understood our need to head straight for the bedroom.
Lauren’s apprehension about him being hurt by the request, as I predicted, was unfounded.
Caleb spent some extra time upstairs with Aaron, making sure everything was all squared away for us to take him out on the boat tomorrow.
Lauren practically hauls me onto the bed.
I barely had enough time to strip out of my dress, and her out of her pantsuit, before she was shoving me back, spreading my thighs wide, running her palms up them.
I go from half-mast to full-flag in no time flat when she buries her face in my groin and laps at my balls.
Wow. I mean, seriously. Wow.
“Earl?” she pops her head up and asks me.
I shake my head.
“Porn?”
“No, Lauren. You. Just you. No toys, no pretending. Us.”
She scoots up, covering my body with hers.
I wrap my arms around her, cupping her ass in my palms. “You’re the only woman I’ve ever wanted, baby.
Craved, like there’s no tomorrow. You’ve always worried that you aren’t enough for me, but I can assure you, you’re wrong.
” I thrust my hips up, letting her feel the effect she has on me.
“Right now, I’m not thinking about anyone else but you.
It’s been like that for longer than you even realize, I believe. ”
“Really?”
“Really, Lo.”
She smiles—she beams, rather—her hair curtaining the sides of our faces as she leans down over me and kisses me hard. I kiss her back with just as much want—with the same need—as she devours me. We’re sharing air, panting and whimpering into each other’s mouths.
Down below our waists, I can feel how wet she is as she grinds herself on my fully-engorged cock. She rolls her hips, letting my length glide between her slit, bearing down harder when my tip grazes her clit. My hands on her backside help guide her movements.
“Marco, baby… more,” she pants. “I need to feel you inside me.”
I slide my hands up her hips, holding her in place above me.
She reaches down, taking my cock in her velvety soft palm and notches me at her entrance.
The back of my head digs into my pillow as I press into her heat in one smooth glide.
I groan from just how perfectly I fit inside her—how well she takes all of me—her core warm, wet, and inviting.
Tight. So, so fucking tight she grips me. I maintain my hold on her hips, stilling her because I don’t want to come so soon. Not before her. I need just a minute to collect myself before she moves. I know just as soon as I let go, she’s going to ride me and ride me hard.
And I know just what those hips can do because I feel her strength every time she pegs me like the goddamn queen that she is.
She mewls lightly, leaning forward. Her palms connect with my stomach and then slide upwards until my pecs are being massaged by them.
Then, she plays with my fucking nipples, and I lose all the control I have over her.
My hands slip back down, under the shelf of her asscheeks, and I prompt her into moving again.
“I love these piercings,” she huffs, toying with them more. She even goes so far as to bend down and lap one of them. Lo gives one of my pebbled nips some attention before moving over to the other and doing the same.
All the while, I’m meeting her thrust for thrust as she rides me. Flesh slaps against flesh at a bruising tempo. It feels soooo good; I’m on the verge of coming yet again in no time. I palm her ass, forcing her to slow down a little. Then, I have a better idea—
“Roll over, baby,” I pant out. “Let’s swap so I’m on top.”
“O-okay,” she croaks, licking her lips.
“Will that be alright?” I double-check.
She nods. “Y-yes, Marco.”
Without pulling out, we turn over, and I brace myself on my forearms which are bracketing her head. Her hair fans out on the pillow below her. She looks lust-drunk and gorgeous as ever, her smokey eyelids weighed down under the fog of our passion.
On the backs of my thighs, I feel her legs wrap around me, forcing me back into her.
“Marcus,” she huffs, “Stop edging. I have been keyed up all damn night, seeing you in that dress and how confident you were. Please, please don’t drag this out, babe.”
“I want you to come first,” I confess.
“If you come first, that’s okay. I promise you I will not be far behind. Marco, please stop taking care of me and show me that confident man I was with earlier.”
“Grab my upper arms and hold on then,” I warn her.
As soon as I feel her fingertips dig into my skin, I totally unleash, pressing my knees into the mattress and thrusting up into her—throwing all caution into the wind.
The grateful, blissed-out expression on her face prods me to move faster, sinking into her deeper, pounding her as hard as she’d requested.
I’m sweaty, she’s damp too, and we’re both too overcome with breathing heavily to bother with any sort of pillow talk. We sound like two animals in heat anyway, with all the groaning I’m doing and the whimpers and mewls that escape from her lips.
A bolt of pleasure zips down my spine, thrumming me right in my balls.
My control falters, my pace starts to go haywire.
Warmth blooms deep within my gut, and in one more solid thrust in, I’m bursting inside of her.
I spill into her tight heat as if I have been deprived of coming for ages.
Jets of cum just keep pulsing out of me as if pulling from an endless well.
“Oh, f-fuck, Marcus!” she cries out, and her walls clamp down around me.
Her grip around my biceps tightens and her legs dig into the back of mine harder.
She rides out her orgasm on a whole-body shudder.
Her body rolls like a wave as her eyes sink back behind those heavy lids, and she whines with pleasure.
I kiss her jaw, her neck, breathing into the crook of it as she trembles through the aftershocks, until she goes limp and boneless beneath me.
In no rush to pull out of her, I gently roll her until she’s back on top of me again, and I’m the one laying back on the bed. I cradle her in my arms and simply let her come down from her post-orgasm high, my cum still trapped within her. I rub her back, comforting her all the while.
We lay like this for many minutes after, just catching our breaths—occasionally peppering each other with delicate kisses. Finally, there’s a light knock on the door, and Caleb comes in holding two washcloths. He sits down on the edge of the bed, next to us.
“Can I?” he asks, signing and holding the washcloths back up.
Sated and exhausted, the most me and Lauren can muster is a pair of grins and a couple of nods.
On that, I finally allow myself to slip out of her, and he cleans us both up, caring for each of us equally.
How lucky are Lo and I to have this man in our lives, seriously?
Furthermore, how fortunate am I to have him again?
And finally, how damn blessed am I to be paired up with both him and Lauren?
I'm the most friggin' gifted guy. Maybe not with smarts, sure, but everything else that matters…