The Risk (Kings of Linwood Academy 3)

But his hand drops to my hip, his grip firm as his muscles tense up. “Just—give me a second,” he mutters, his voice strained. “I’ve been dreaming about this for a long time, and if I don’t take a couple breaths here, I’m gonna fucking embarrass myself.”

His body shudders again as he says the words, and I can feel him teetering on the edge.

I am too. Feeling him like this, so close to losing it, so close to coming just from the sensation of being inside me for the first time, is making my heart rate pick up.

“It’s okay. Take all the time you need,” I say breathlessly.

But the rest of me doesn’t seem to have gotten that memo, because even as I speak, my pussy walls clench around him, like my body is trying to draw him deeper inside me.

Chase grunts in response, his eyes flying wide as his lips press into a line. “Not. Helping. Harlow.”

I know it’s not. But he’s driving me just as crazy as I’m driving him. He feels so fucking good inside me, so perfect, that I need more. I’m starving for him, and trying to hold back the feelings swelling inside me is like trying to hold back a hurricane with a single umbrella.

My walls clench around him again, and Chase grabs both my wrists, pinning them down to the mattress beside me. I lift my head, pushing against gravity and his grip on me to bring my lips closer to his—and maybe it’s the sight of me straining to get to him that does it, but Chase finally stops trying to hold back, to regain control.

His lips crash into mine with bruising force, and then he’s surging into me with hard, deep thrusts. The bed rocks with the motion, and it feels like he might drive me right through the mattress. I clutch at his shoulders, digging my fingernails into his skin hard enough to leave scratches as my ankles lock behind his lower back.

“Fuck, Chase. Fuck. Jesus. Oh, fuck.”

An incoherent stream of words flies from my mouth as I mutter against his lips, driven past the power of rational speech by the sensations tearing through me.

He was right.

He doesn’t last long.

Neither of us do.

He lets out a choked groan, throwing his head back, the corded muscles of his neck straining as he slams into me one more time, grinding his hips hard against mine.

The pressure against my clit and the feel of his cock jerking and swelling inside me makes stars burst behind my eyes, and I come hard, clenching around him over and over, biting my lip to keep from screaming.

Chase collapses onto the bed, wrapping his arms around me and rolling us so I’m on top and he’s beneath me, his cock still buried inside me. I rest my head on his shoulder as we both suck in gasping breaths, hearts hammering hard and fast.

It’s quiet for several moments, nothing but the gradually slowing sound of our breathing filling the room.

Then Chase reaches up to brush my hair away from my face, lifting his head off the mattress a few inches to look at me.

“Sorry about that.”

I lift an eyebrow. “For making me come like a freight train? Yeah, you should be sorry.”

He chuckles and drops his head again, still playing with my hair. I lie like that for a little while longer, too pleasantly worn out to move, but I finally slide off his cock, which has hardly softened at all. I press a kiss to his chest, then pad into the bathroom to clean up.

When I return a minute later, Chase hasn’t moved at all. He has one hand behind his head, and he watches me with eyes like a Caribbean sea as I crawl back up onto the bed and settle beside him. He pulls me into his side and wraps both arms around me, and I can feel his heart beating against my cheek.

“Well.” He laughs softly. “That was only slightly embarrassing. But I’ll remember it for the rest of my damn life.”

“Me too.” Our lips find each other’s in a lazy kiss before I add, “And I don’t think it was embarrassing at all. I mean, it’s not like we only get to do it once.”

He makes a pleased noise in the back of his throat that sends a small shiver up my spine, his grip on me tightening a little.

A thought occurs to me, and I lift my head, scooting up a bit and resting my chin on his chest so I’m practically draped over him.

“Hey. You don’t feel like I think of you and Dax as one person, do you?”

His eyebrows lift at the question, but he considers his answer seriously before speaking.

“No. I know you don’t. We’ve met plenty of girls who wanted to hook up with us because they had some sort of twin fetish or whatever, and that shit does get old. But you’ve never treated us that way.”