Page 68 of The No Try Zone
He pushes in. “That’s a start,” he praises, then withdraws. “Now I want you to say it louder.” He rams home.
“Fuck,Colin.”
His eyes flare. “Good. Louder.” He thrusts in.
“Colin!”
He goes harder. “Give in, Sam.” Sweat beads on his forehead.
I absolutelyscreamhis name as he fucks me, his body surrounding me, his cock filling me, my entire world made up of him. Only him.
“Again.” The command is guttural, strained and taut like the muscles in his neck as he works above me. But he never breaks eye contact.
“Matthew!” The name comes out without my consent, more instinct than anything.
He stills, an expression of naked guilt flashing across his face before it darkens again into desire, feral and unbound. He thrusts, hard and deep, and I whimper.
“That’s right,” he growls. “Say it.”
“Matthew.” My voice is soft, ending in another moan of pleasure as he thrusts home again.
His rhythm is slow but punishing, his hips rolling to find every last part of me and filling it.
I’m overflowing with every emotion I can name, and plenty I can’t. Want. Need. Fear. Adoration. Awe. Disbelief. Gratitude at being fucked so thoroughly, and sadness that no one will ever hit the bar that Colin is setting at this very moment.
I pull him to me, wrapping my arms around him as he picks up speed. Shoving one hand into the hair at the nape of his neck and digging the nails of my other into his shoulder, I whisper in his ear. “Make me come.”
He thrusts.
“Please.” My voice hitches as he thrusts again.
He groans against my neck, both of us sweaty and breathing hard, as he lifts my ass with one giant palm.
The move angles me just right, and I cry out as the pleasure coils within me. “Yes,” I gasp. “Yes, right there, right there, right –” And I scream again, shattering beneath him, fracturing into a thousand little pieces that I am absolutely, one hundred percent certain I will not be able to gather back up.
“That’s it, Sam,” he praises. “Squeeze my cock. Take all of me. I’m yours.” With one last groan, he follows, his cock pumping inside me.
His last words hit me like a freight train, and I mentally scramble away from them like they’re the edge of a cliff. That’s not what he meant. He was literally coming. No man thinks straight when they’re balls-deep in a woman, least of all him.
He starts to roll off me, but I tighten my arms around him. I know I shouldn’t, but I can’t let go.
The scruff of his beard brings me back to earth as he kisses my shoulder. When his lips find mine, they’re soft and searching, almost delicate. I open for him, and inside that kiss I feel every emotion mirrored.
Our eyes meet when he pulls away. “Hi.” The smile that follows is almost bashful.
My own lips tip up. “Hi.”
“Did I hurt you?”
Yes, but not the way you think.“No.”
“You gonna let me get up now? Let me clean you up.”
My stupid heart. I nod and untangle my legs from his. He pulls out, the evidence following in a warm gush. He hovers above me, then lowers his head to take a nipple into his mouth, sucking and licking so much that I want to yank him back down for round two. He releases me and meets my gaze. “I didn’t pay any attention to them and needed to.” He shrugs without apology, then gets off the bed. “Washcloths?”
“Under the sink,” I answer as he turns away. Jesus, that man’s ass is delicious.
He cleans me up when he returns, the washcloth warm, his touch tender and thorough. I pat the mattress, and he falls onto it beside me, rolling onto his back and threading his hands behind his head. For one brief moment, he’s the picture of contentment, his body relaxed, his face free of conflict.
