No Quick Fix (Torus Intercession 1)

“I liked Cooper. I hope he visits for that fishing he wants to do.”

At the moment, the only thing I cared about was Emery and his hand under my balls lazily fondling me until he fisted my already hardening cock. “Yeah, he’s great,” I muttered, pushing up into his somehow always perfect grip. The man had hand jobs down to a science.

“I’m just telling you,” he whispered in the darkness, stroking me, milking me, his thumb smearing leaking precome over the head of my cock, “that you’re free to see anyone you want.”

“You don’t have to—fuck,” I moaned, choking down the sound, glancing at the door, checking again to make sure it was closed on our side. “Are you sure that’s locked?”

“Yes, it’s locked.”

We could hear them, though, and they could hear us if we were speaking normally, hence the heated whispering and swallowing down the noises that could be very, very loud when we got lucky and girls both had sleepovers at their friends’ houses on the same night.

“Brann?” he husked out my name, as he flung the blanket back and slipped between my legs. “Bend your knees.”

I did as I was told, and I was rewarded with first his tongue on the weeping end of my cock before he slowly, steadily, deep-throated me, swallowing around my length until he had every inch.

It was heaven.

I had no idea he had lube until a finger speared inside my opening, and I gasped, spurting a bit down the back of his throat.

When he added another finger, pushing both deep while sucking my cock, I bowed up off the mattress, words lost because they had to be, the only begging I could do was the arching of my hips and panting breath.

Emery Dodd was a beautiful, sexy man, but unless you shared a bed with him you’d never know that his skin felt like hot silk when it slid over yours, or that his lean muscles moved fluidly, languidly until he wanted more. And then there was strength and power and the delicious manhandling as he bent you in half and held you down and took what he wanted—your submission, his pleasure.

His hands were behind my knees as he curled over me, predatory and unyielding, the wide head of his cock against my entrance, pressing inside, my muscles stretching around him, straining, legs trembling in his grip as I whimpered, the stifled sound somehow even more lewd and desperate. Not that I cared, all my pride abandoned. He took it from me, the façade, the control I presented to everyone, stripped it away when we were in bed, and when he had all my armor removed, then he fucked me, like he did now, thrusting home, all of me utterly his.

I bucked against him, pushing him deeper, and his eyes glinted in the darkness before they narrowed to slits, too hard to see.

“Brann,” he whispered, shoving inside me only to roll his hips back, sliding him almost free of my clasping hole before he drove in again and again, relentlessly, without hesitancy, the message clear—I belonged to him.

I reached for him and only then did the punishing rhythm falter as he curled over me, bending to deliver a brutal kiss, mauling, devouring, one hand fisted in my hair as he ground into me, dragging over my gland as I came in a heated rush, splattering his belly and chest, twitching and trembling beneath him.

He was sheathed in my body, and he came like that, buried, anchored, making everything inside hot and slick as he sank against my chest, the sound of his low, husky chuckle swimming through my veins before he kissed me again, this time gentler but with the same demand of his lips, tongue, and teeth. I had to turn my head to breathe.

“You’re always so thorough when you’re jealous,” I whispered against his glistening skin, smiling, satisfied body and soul, ready to sleep in his arms.

“What are you—what do I have to be jealous for?” he asked, easing from my channel as he always did, slowly, gently and with the utmost care.

“I dunno,” I snickered, watching him pull the covers up around us, neither of us caring that we were sticky with cum. “Why are you?”

“You made love to him.”

“Correction. I fucked him. There’s a difference.”

“I don’t want you to fuck anyone but me.”

“Don’t worry about it. It ain’t ever gonna happen.” I pulled him down to me as I said it, tucking him against my chest and squeezing him tight. “I’m smarter than I look, you know.”

“I want to get married when we get back. I don’t want to wait until January. City Hall here we come.”

“The girls wanna have their party,” I teased him, my eyes dipping closed once, twice, before I simply forgot to open them. “And all the flowers. We promised we’d stand in the kitchen by the chandelier.”