Page 75 of Off the Edge

He’d been right, he was getting to it.

He hadn’t moved like this before, with absolute confidence and full authority. Control, but in a way I responded to. “Fuck, yes. Give me more of this guy.”

“I’m about to,” he said with heat, directly into my ear.

My dick already leaked precum, and everything he said went straight there, making me moan. He crawled down the length of me, then gathered my dick in his hands, put his mouth on me, and sucked me deep.

“Oh fuck, baby.” The tightness, the slow, deep pull, the rhythm of his tongue down my length, it made my spine sizzle, my body hum. I clutched at the sheets, moving with each pull, hips coming up, driving myself deeper.

He made me wild, pulled me out of my skin, made me forget who I was.

Then he came off, and straightened up on his knees.

I lay spread under him, already half wrecked. His cock was flushed and hard, standing proud.

All of me ached to have it.

“You sure?” he asked.

“About what?”

“Are you certain about how we do this?”

“Yeah.”

“Cam?”

“I said yeah.”

“I know what you said.” His hot hands grabbed my thighs and shoved my knees apart. “I need to know you’re choosing this and not just trying to escape the hurt.”

“I am trying to escape,” I admitted. “But I still want it.”

He came down between my legs, and braced his elbows either side of my arms, putting him close, at eye level. He lowered his hips and his dick brushed mine, our gazes still locked. He lowered his weight, trapping my dick with his, and moved. We were both wet, but not enough. It still felt good, though. The drag and stutter of skin on skin.

“Roll over,” he said. Not asking.

That deep, controlling voice was so divine I almost wanted to make him say it again.

I tucked my arm in and twisted, elbows down. His weight came off my back. His hands found my hips and lifted, pulling my ass into the air. My dick hung low and leaking.

My heart raced, my body on fucking fire.

I heard him unscrew the tub, senses heightened so that every little sound and movement kept my heart racing faster. His warm fingers found me, and circled, while his other hand spread my ass wider. His soft touch drove me crazy, and the fact that he knew how to do this drove me crazy too. But I needed him to be harder, faster. I needed to forget, and the thoughts were creeping back in, the grief, the fear.

“Ren, fuck me.”

His finger went in. One, then two. I adjusted my hips, taking him but letting him know I could take more. He pushed in another, then found that sensitive spot that made me gasp. His free hand left my ass and took hold of my hanging dick. Wet fingers stroked my cock, while the other fingers worked my hole. And damn, I was into it.

I was so into it, that when he took his fingers out and pushed in with his dick, I barely noticed the change. Only the deep pressure brought me back, and his long push in.

“Fuck, yes.” I exhaled, and pushed back, taking him to his balls, my ass cheeks against his hips.

I looked back over my shoulder, at Ren, his face the picture of concentration, looking down at himself buried deep inside me. His gaze lifted. He grabbed my hips, pulled out an inch, and jerked me back.

Sparks ran the length of my spine.

I moaned, and dropped my head.