Chapter 23 #3
He took a step back, his face in the shadows. I couldn’t see his expression, but I still felt the weight of his eyes on me. “Come on, Holls. I want you. Don’t keep me waiting.”
He turned and went through the gate. I followed so closely I stepped on his heels.
Me? Eager? Nah.
Tex got the door unlocked, and we rushed inside. I went in for another kiss, and Tex got his hands on my ass again. I tugged his shirt from his jeans and slid my hands over hot skin.
“I want you right here,” Tex muttered as he moved his mouth to my throat, sucking a hard mark into my skin. “You feel so damn good.”
He turned me so suddenly I nearly lost my balance. I slapped my hands against the wall, bracing my weight.
He kissed my neck, making me shiver as he reached around me and undid my shirt buttons. Once it fell open, he skated his big palms up and down my chest and stomach.
“Love your body,” he murmured. “Love how strong it is. How sexy.”
He pinched my right nipple, making me arch. My ass pushed into his hard-on behind me. “Fuck. Take me, please. I’m yours.”
“Damn right you are,” he growled.
He tugged open my jeans and dragged the material down, getting to his knees to help me remove my shoes and step out of each pant leg. Then he cupped my ass and spread it. A light gust of air tickled my hole. I gasped. A hot tongue followed.
“Oh my god,” I groaned, body flashing hot.
He wasn’t shy or tentative, even though this was the first time we’d done this. He went to town, working his tongue against my hole until I was sopping wet. He used his thumbs to spread me open farther, then worked a fingertip inside.
It was so good, but it wasn’t enough. I needed him deeper.
I pushed my hips back, wantonly begging for more. He drew back, clothing rustling as he undressed in a hurry.
“Come to the couch,” he said.
I turned. Tex settled down on the cushions, legs sprawled, dick jutting up as he stroked it with one big hand.
“Perform a little more for me,” he said with a devious smile. “I want to watch you ride me.”
I scrambled over him with embarrassing eagerness. Getting into position was a little awkward, and we both laughed when I nearly kneed him in the face.
Tex reached behind me with two fingers. “Lube, as promised.”
He pushed the cool gel inside me, taking a moment to stretch me a bit. But I was impatient. I pushed at his wrist. “I’m good.”
“But—”
I positioned his cockhead against my hole and sank down over him. His words cut off with a groan. “Jesus, Hendrix. How are you so hot inside?”
I hissed a little at the sting of a rushed entry, but I didn’t care. I knew there was bliss waiting for me. I rocked my hips, taking another inch, slowly working his bare cock deeper into me. “So glad we got tested,” I muttered. “You feel so good like this.”
“Fuck yeah.”
He grabbed my jaw, bringing me in for a filthy wet kiss. His tongue pushed deep. His cock pushed deeper. I groaned helplessly, awash in sensation.
My body took over as my mind went offline.
My hips undulated, and my thighs flexed. I worked myself up and down that cock, riding him for all I was worth, my eyes fixed on his. I couldn’t seem to look away.
We’d had sex many times by now. He’d been inside me before. But tonight was different. This was no longer a secret. No longer some sort of fling that might go nowhere. An experiment that could fail. No, Tex had taken me out. Told the guys about us.
This was my boyfriend. My partner. My heart.
His gaze held mine, just as intense. Just as emotion-filled. He was right here with me. All in, like he’d said.
He cupped my face. “I love you.”
My eyes widened. “Wh-what?”
“I know you’re not supposed to say it during sex,” he said. “But I can’t hold it in. I fucking love you.”
I rested my forehead against his, eyes closing. “I love you too.”
“I know.”
I smacked his shoulder.
He laughed.
Then we were back to kissing, frantically, urgently. Like we wanted to fuse ourselves together. The tension coiled inside me, tighter and tighter. My cock ached, hard and needy, and I could no longer ignore it.
I reached down, closing my fingers around my shaft. Tex lowered his gaze, watching as I stroked.
“So sexy, darlin’,” he murmured. “Let me see you. I want you to come on my cock.”
He grabbed my waist, thrusting his hips up, driving deeper into me while I stroked and squeezed my cock, aware of his eyes on me. I was putting on another show for him, just like he’d wanted.
The pleasure surged up, overtaking me, and I arched my back, crying out. My cock pulsed in my hand, cum spraying. My ass tightened around Tex as the orgasm swept through me.
“Yes, fuck,” he rasped, and then he was shuddering with climax, his cock shooting inside me.
He tightened his arms around me, holding me close, while we rocked through the aftershocks together.
Our ragged breathing settled. Our hearts slowed. Still, I remained in his arms, our skin plastered together.
“So,” I said into his shoulder, “Still love me now that you’ve come?”
“Nah.”
I lifted my head to see his teasing eyes. I twisted his nipple in retribution.
“Ow! Damn!” He laughed. “Okay, I love you. Don’t abuse me!”
“You love it.”
“Nah,” he said again, voice warm. “I love you.”