Page 55 of Ruining His Smirk

I pulled him down. He threw the packets away as he leaned down and took my mouth in another of his bruising kisses that were becoming my favorite thing ever. Suddenly, his hands were everywhere. His fingers tangled in my hair, tugging hard enough to sting, and I moaned into his mouth. I felt his other hand fumble around my PJs. I lifted my hips helpfully. With a single yank, he pulled them down. I wanted them gone. I wanted to feel his skin against mine with nothing between us.

A warm, calloused hand closed around me, and oh dear lord, there was nothing gentle about the way he held my aching, leaking dick. He pumped me roughly a few times while he pulled harder at my hair.

I moaned wantonly again. My body felt like a naked wire, raw and tingling. Everything turned into a frantic blur of hands and clothes being thrown off and mouths clashing against each other again and again.

Our naked bodies rubbed against each other until I started trembling from the need. “Please. Please, Garrett.” I almost wailed.

“I got you, sweetheart.”

He sat up and flipped the lid of the lube bottle. He poured a generous amount on his palm. I took a moment to breathe and absorb the gorgeous sight of him. I knew his cock would be impressive, but seeing it for the first time had me biting my lips to keep myself from making more embarrassing noises.

It was both long and thick, definitely bigger than average, and just like the veins on his forearms, it had this thick vein running its length. The head was glistening with precum. Evenas I watched, another drop of precum beaded on the tip. My eyes went to his face. His lips were parted slightly, his muscled chest heaving, as he looked down at me with hooded lids.

Knowing that I had such control over this man was the most heady feeling. I glanced down to watch him dribble lube on the head, some of it running down the sides, disappearing into the thick patch of curls at the base.

Garrett pushed my thighs apart, exposing me fully. My hole twitched as soon as his gaze landed on my entrance. He circled one finger around my rim, making me moan.

“Did you already prepare?”

I blushed hard. “Um, no… I told you I’ve been mmm… I’ve a collection of dildos. Usually I don’t use the biggest one, but since meeting you—”

“Fuck, Nate, you’re killing me.” Garrett shut his eyes tightly and breathed through his mouth.

I giggled.

He lubed up my entrance thoroughly and then threw the bottle away. Taking himself in one hand, he lined up, leaning down over me and supporting his weight with the other hand. “If I get too rough, tell me. I’ll stop.” His voice was hoarse. “Just say the word.”

I nodded. “I will, but don’t hold back.”

“I couldn’t even if I wanted to, but I care about you… a lot.”

15

Garrett

I slid into his warm, loose hole in one smooth motion. The sensation had my eyes rolling in my head. His body invited me like it knew me.

Even though most men said they liked my big size, when it came to this part, reality was often very different. I’d had issues before. Some of my one-night stands from my youth, with their tight holes, couldn’t accommodate me. And others didn’t want me moving too much, barely able to tolerate my girth. I had become accustomed to the disappointment, to the shame and guilt of being too much, too brutish, too intense.

Nate lay beneath me with no sign of discomfort on his face. His long and lithe body handled me easily. Strong muscles flexed under his supple skin as he adapted to me, and instead of needing to be cautious, I found myself egged on by the open lust shining in his breathtaking green eyes.

I trusted him to tell me if I went too far, just as I had trusted him implicitly on the Zodiac to take my weight or, when I was floundering in the water, to rescue me. I drove into him, my balls slapping against his skin.

“Ahh… yes, yes!” He threw his head back. “God… don’t stop… yes, just like that.”

I let go completely of any control. Again and again, I pounded into him. Every thrust had him gasping and writhing under me. I needed both hands to hold me steady, and I hated that his dick was getting neglected.

“Touch yourself,” I panted. “I want you coming with me.”

He complied immediately, crying out as soon as his fingers curled around his pretty cock. Nate lifted his hips and started meeting my thrusts with his own powerful ones. We both groaned at how deep I was hitting inside of him.

He was so perfect from head to toe. His long hair, his full mouth, his narrow waist—everything about him radiated perfection.

Nate erupted under me, his cum splattering both our stomachs. The sight of his blissed-out face had me going over the edge. My cock pulsed deep inside him as I unloaded my seed. My whole body shook as my orgasm barreled through me for several long seconds, until I collapsed over him, only remembering to slide off at the last minute to spare his sore ribs.

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The data suite had never felt crowded before. Even with half the ship gathered inside, there was usually enough room foreveryone to spread out along the conference table, the wall of screens, or the long bank of workstations beneath the portholes.