Page 7 of What We Knew Then
I’m counting the barbells when Lane asks, “Still okay with this?”
A flutter of worry tries to force its way into my brain. I’ve never had sex with anyone besides Freddy, and he definitely didn’t have his dick pierced. The nerves try to get me to stop but there is absolutely no fucking way. The rush of the unknown spurs me on.
“Yes,” I answer.
“Take off your shirt,” he demands while standing from the bed and pulling off his own pants.
I do what I'm told. I lay bare on Lane’s bed, my hand finding my clit again, ready for what comes next.
Lane pulls a condom from the bedside table. His cock stands at attention. My mouth salivates at how thick and heavy it is in his hand, the barbells—four of them—straining the latex at the head.
I keep touching myself. “Please.” I sound like I'm begging.
“Don’t worry, Peaches. I'm going to let you have it.” He rolls the condom on his dick slowly—it’s damn near tortuous. “Flip. Get on all fours.”
Peaches.My perfume. This guy doesn’t miss anything.
Again, there’s no question. I move to my belly, push myself up, dig my knees into the mattress and roll my hips back. Lane reaches forward, grabs the front of my thighs, and pulls me back so my feet are hanging off the bed. He remains standing and guides his dick to my entrance.
He feels my wetness, nudging me. I push my hips further back, forward, and then back again. This time, Lane’s cock is waiting and he pushes into me. He fills me, slow and steady.
I swear, I can feel each of his piercings. Maybe he’s torturing me? If so, I’d still say yes to coming back to his apartment.
My hands grip his sheets as his hands rest on the side of my ass. He goes deeper with each slow thrust, moans falling from my lips as I adjust. When he pushes again, filling me to my limit, I gasp and Lane grabs at my hips.
I feel so full. This is unlike anything I’d ever felt with my ex. The pain of stretching around him feels delicious in a way that makes me want more of him.
“A perfect fit,” Lane groans. I can’t help but whimper and tilt my head to the ceiling.
He rocks in and out of me, his hands still gripping at my hips. I arch my back and I can feel him speed up, burying his dick inside.
The only thing I can manage is his name. “Lane–” but it comes out all needy and desperate.
It feels like I could come again, which catches me off guard. That’s not my norm. Well, fuck, Lane isn’t my norm.
Tension builds low in my belly, sparks gathering again.
He must feel it because anything he was holding back is gone. Lane fucks me from behind, his fingers digging into my ass.
“Come for me, pretty girl.” His words are strained but the directive is clear.
I don’t know if it’s him telling me what to do or him calling me pretty girl, but Lane’s voice pushes me over the edge. My thighs tremble and I cry out with pleasure. The orgasm is like fireworks in my stomach, even stronger than the first. Waves of pleasure roll over me until I can’t hold my weight anymore.
I fall forward as my arms give out, my ass still in the air as I feel Lane spill into the condom.
Everything blurs and fades; the only thing I can focus on is Lane’s moan. A few breaths later, he pulls out and I roll to my back.
A wicked smirk tugs at a corner of his mouth as he reaches down to kiss me.
And in this moment, it’s good to be Lee.
Chapter 5
LANE
Thesunbeatsdownon my back and I’d rather get kicked in the balls then go to this team meeting. Being the new guy fucking blows—especially when you come from a rival team and everyone is programmed to hate your guts.
I had checked the counter, the fridge, my front door before leaving—anywhere that Lee may have left her number. It was her idea not to stay over, and I happily followed along. We had fun but that was it.
