Page 53 of One Time Only (One Time Only 1)
A tremor racks my entire body as I work the toy in a little farther, as he spreads a little wider, as he arches a little more hungrily.
Gently, I ease it out of him, set it on the nightstand, and return to him, replacing the dildo with three fingers. He rocks down against me, seeking out my fingers as I take his cock in my other hand and stroke it.
Stone murmurs, sighing and writhing, and it’s a beautiful sight. He’s so wound up with lust.
From me. For me.
“I practiced too,” I confess as I work my fingers in him.
“Yeah? How?” he asks, all breathy.
“Edging myself. So I can last for you.”
His dick jerks in my hand. “That’s so hot—you jacking yourself off to me.”
“Every night. Taking my time. Getting close, then stopping. Then doing it again. I want it to last. I want to please you so badly.”
He rocks and thrusts with me, leaning his head back, parting his lips, then begging. Begging so beautifully. “Please fuck me now. I can’t wait any longer.”
I rise, grab a condom from his drawer, and return to the bed.
Stone’s sitting up. “Let me,” he says. He opens the foil, takes out the protection, and slides it down my shaft. I breathe hard at the contact. Taking the lube, he spreads more on me, and my cock jumps, eager to get to know all of him.
I cup his face, run my thumb along his jaw, and breathe out one word. “Finally.”
He stares greedily at my face as he lets go of my cock. “Tell me about it.”
I point to the edge of the bed, where I want him. “Get on your hands and knees for me.”
Stone shifts, moving into position, his gaze swinging to the window, watching our reflection. “Gonna watch you the whole time, J. Gonna watch my fantasy—you pounding me.”
“Do it,” I say as I move behind him, my entire being lit up by this gorgeous man getting on his hands and knees for me, offering me his sexy ass, his whole damn beautiful body, all long, fit, and toned.
I press my palm on his lower back, sliding it along his spine, down between his shoulder blades, pushing him to his elbows. He moves with me. Responding to my direction.
I return my hands to his ass, my fingers journeying over the musical notes, rubbing across them, then I spread him open. With one hand I grab the lube, drizzling a little more on him, down the crease, spreading it around with my thumb.
Then I line up, holding my cock in one hand, pressing the head against his entrance.
And I groan.
It’s been nearly two years, and I’m about to fuck the man I’m dying to have.
I grit my teeth because, I swear, no amount of edging can stem the onslaught of lust blasting through me. I ease in, working the head of my cock into his body, little by little.
He moans, all soft and needy. “Feels so good.” Stone drops more onto his elbows, raises his ass, and gives me all the access I want, groaning like this is the best thing ever.
Well, it is.
I stare in the window at our reflection. It’s filthy and beautiful. Him lowered before me. Me entering him. My hands curled tight around his hips. His face blissed out. As I push a little farther, I sizzle.
Electricity flickers everywhere.
Sparks shoot across my skin.
Stone pushes back against my cock, seeking out more of me.
That.
That move.
It sends me spiraling. Pleasure whips through me.
My throat is dry, my voice is a husk. “You got me now?”
“Give me more,” he moans.
“God, you’re incredible,” I say as I sink deeper and my skin crackles, my bones sizzle. Pleasure throbs everywhere.
He takes me in. All that practice paid off. He’s so ready for me. So open.
This is like riding a bike, but worlds better, galaxies better, as I bottom out in the man I’ve wanted for months, as my cock fills his body so deliciously, disappearing all the way inside him.
Where I want to be.
I tremble when I’m fully seated, savoring the hot, tight grip of him.
I close my eyes. I need a moment because this is . . . nirvana.
This is it.
I breathe, letting air fill my lungs, letting it carry bliss through every pore in my body. My fingers grip his cheeks so tight as he thrusts back against me. When I open my eyes, I catch sight of our reflection.
“Look at us,” I whisper reverently, mesmerized as I curl my body over his, my chest inches from his back, one palm braced on the bed. I slide my other hand under him, gripping his thick shaft in my hand.
The sound he makes is carnal.
“Yes,” he moans as I stroke him.
“Just look at us,” I say again, staring at the filthy sight.
Stone meets my eyes in the dark glass, all of Vegas before us.
