Fix It Up (Torus Intercession 3)

I shoved him off me and rolled to my side, not wanting him to see the blush I knew was there because I could feel the heat on my face. “No, you didn’t hurt me. Why the hell would you think you hurt me?”

“It was hard,” he said, spooning behind me, my ass pressed to his groin. “And I got lost a bit in the middle because having control of you, and knowing how powerful and strong you are, and just being inside of you I—it was a rush.”

“Well, you didn’t hurt me,” I husked, shivering when his hand slid down to the knot in the towel. “I would never let you hurt me.”

“That’s what I was counting on,” he said, his breath warm in my ear. “I’ve had other people in my bed, and I wanted to be…rough, but I was always afraid of hurting them. I didn’t want to do that; I didn’t want to make that mistake with you.”

“Of course,” I agreed, lifting up off the bed so he could pull away the towel that he’d loosened, swallowing hard, trying to calm my racing pulse.

“I’ve tied people up,” he said, and I heard the pop of a cap and knew he’d pulled lube from somewhere, perhaps under his pillow. “I grew up on a horse farm. I can tie a knot, right?”

“Sure,” I agreed, catching my breath as one lubed finger slid between my cheeks, and curled forward. Already my cock was hardening just imagining him back inside me.

“Guys who are bigger than me either don’t like to bottom, or they’re self-conscious about it, so they don’t.”

He added a second finger, and I pushed back against him and then slid off, back and forth, enjoying the slow, massaging breach.

“Don’t move,” he whispered, biting my shoulder gently as he pressed in deep, making undulating circles, scissoring his fingers at the same time. “Do you like to top?”

“Sometimes,” I said softly, my breath hitching as he pushed in as deep as he could, and I shivered in response. “Most guys expect it.”

“Because you’re all strength and power and muscle,” he said, his fingers quickly replaced by the wide head of his cock sliding between my cheeks, nudging my hole before his hand slipped around my thigh, gripping tight as he pushed into my body.

I arched my back, lifting my ass to take more of him, changing the angle to allow for a smoother entry as my muscles relaxed and stretched around him.

“If you want to hold me down,” he murmured, slipping his left hand around my cheek to turn my head toward him. “If you want to be inside me,” he said, easing back and then sinking into me, all the way, fully seated, his thighs plastered to mine. “I am all for that. I’m dying to feel you in me. It will be my pleasure,” he husked, his voice a guttural croak.

I squirmed on his cock, sliding forward and back until he took over the rhythm, and I moaned with the feeling of fullness.

“But Loc,” he choked out, “having you like this, in my hands, is heaven.”

“Nick,” I whispered before he kissed me.

He swallowed my moans, my pleas, ravaging my mouth as he shoved into my ass, the withdrawal and plunge a seamless glide before he pulled out, pushed me to my back, and scrambled to sit up. Shoving a pillow under my hips, he lifted my legs to his shoulders.

I moved my arm to cover my eyes, but he took hold of both my wrists and, curling over me, held them above my head as he thrust to my core.

His name came out in a roar.

“Look at me,” he ordered roughly, and his gaze, with those blown pupils, was locked on mine. “I want you to see me, see that you belong to me, and know what you’d be giving up if you walk away from me.”

“You––fuck,” I gasped as he thrust again, deeper, harder, his rhythm never faltering as he smiled down at me. “We agreed that––”

“And I’ll honor my word,” he said, his hands squeezing my wrists so tight, pressing them down into the mattress. “But that doesn’t mean I’m not going to do everything in my power to make you fall head over heels in love with me, because goddammit, Loc, you’re fuckin’ mine!”

My stomach clenched at his words, because fiercely spoken promises were my favorite. When you couldn’t even think beyond what you wanted—what was better than that?

“Grab your cock,” he demanded, releasing my numb wrists. “Do it now.”

But I grabbed hold of the rails on the headboard instead, and held on tight as he pistoned inside of me. “I don’t…need to.”

“You can come like this? With just me––”

“Yes!” I cried, arching up off the bed, needing to brace myself so he could give me the pounding I wanted.