Page 55 of Ruck Me Harder

My cock is aching, throbbing, and as I reach down to squeeze myself firmly, she reaches for the button on my pants.

Fuck it.

Working my pants off my hips, I let them drop, and then crawl onto the couch, on top of her. I’m still wearing my boxers. That’s my line in the sand. If she wants more, she’ll have to make the next move. I won’t pressure her into going farther than she’s comfortable. If she changes her mind and doesn’t want to do this, I might die.

It would be worth it.

We collide in a frantic crash of lips and tongues. I can’t stop touching her, cataloguing her smooth skin and sexy muscles. Her bare skin pressed to mine is doing funny things to my heart rate.

Vivienne wraps her legs around my waist, bringing us into direct, intimate contact. The heat of her cunt against my fabric-covered cock makes me jerk and twitch against her. Giving an experimental roll of my hips, I grind up into her core and she shudders beneath me. The friction on my cock feels…

Her hands rove over my shoulders, my arms, my back, like she can’t get enough of me, either. When I suck on that spot just beneath her ear, her nails rake down my back, digging into my lats. The little pricks of pain send even more blood rushing to my cock, making me even harder. I don’t think I’ve ever been this insanely turned on before.

She’s rocking her hips, grinding her bare pussy onto my cock. The slick heat of her cunt leaves a wet mess on my boxers. I’ll wear her brand like a badge of honor. Her hand slides into my hair, guiding my mouth back to hers. Relentless, she takes what she needs, using me for her pleasure. I’ll happily be her toy to use as she’d like whenever she wants.

She nips at my lips. It’s hard to concentrate on kissing her breathless when her slick pussy heats me to my core.

Breathing hard, Vivienne’s mouth opens in a silent scream. Her entire body goes tense as her hips jerk against mine. It takes everything in me not to lose my rhythm, giving her exactly what she needs as she twitches and trembles beneath me. Her fingernails dig into my skin almost to the point of pain, raking a line down my back.

She sags against the couch, a sated, satisfied smile lighting her face. She finally looks relaxed. Happy.

And that’s what does it for me. Burying my face in her neck, breathing her in, I let myself go. It only takes a few swivels of my hips against hers before I seize above her, my orgasm hitting me like a freight train. My release floods my boxers, leaving me wet and sticky in the mess.

Collapsing on top of her, it takes everything in me to hold my weight off her. But Vivienne wraps her arms firmly around me and tugs me down until I’m resting on top of her, my weight pinning her onto the sofa.

“Mm.” She runs her hand lazing through my hair. “That was nice.”

I pull back to meet her gaze. “Yeah?”

Viv nods, her eyes half-mast like she can hardly keep them open. “Yeah. We’re going to have to do that again.”

“Anytime you’d like.” Kissing her softly, I cup her cheek, marveling at her smooth softness.

A warm burst of happiness floods through me, lighting me from my head to my toes.

Slowly maneuvering off her, I work my way to standing and wince at the mess in my boxers. That’ll be fun to deal with later.

For now, I help her up and then lift her into my arms. Vivienne lets out a giggle when I toss her over my shoulder, my hand sliding over the curve of her ass and squeezing before I return it to her back.

I stride into her bedroom, laying her out on the unmade bed. Pulling the covers over her, I press a soft kiss to her forehead.

She blinks up at me through sleepy eyes. “You’re not staying?”

“Do you want me to?”

“I do.” Some of that earlier vulnerability is in her expression again. “Stay with me.”

Cupping her cheek, I run my thumb over the curve of her smile. “Okay. I will. Let me clean up first.”

Vivienne nods, shifting in the bed to watch as I navigate the small apartment to figure out where her bathroom is. Leaving the soiled boxers, I do the world’s fastest clean-up job and return to her, crawling naked into her bed and pulling her into my arms like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

Because it is.

She turns in the circle of my arms, wrapping her arm around my waist and resting her head on my chest. “Good night,” she says around a yawn.

Hiding a smile, I kiss the top of her head. “Sleep well.”

With her in my arms, I know I will.