Get Bucked (The Valentine Boys 4)

But he didn’t want me to go with him. He wanted me to come now.

And I did.

Because what else could I do?

He was literally using my body like he’d done it a million times before. And soon I was catapulting myself right over the edge without once making sure there was someone to catch me.

He didn’t stop the slow, sensual rhythm. Not when I tightened so hard around him he cursed. I was so lost in what I was feeling that I hadn’t realized that the grip on my waist had gone from light and airy to tight and final.

He pulled me onto him as he bucked forward. Fucking me roughly.

“No,” he gasped. “One more.”

I would’ve laughed had I had any breath left in my body.

“There’s no way,” I told him bluntly.

Except, impossibly, there was.

I squeezed my eyes shut as he strung yet another orgasm out of me.

His laughter would’ve shocked me had I not been so fucking exhausted.

The only thing holding me up at this point were his hands on my hips and his cock inside of me.

“What…” I gasped. “Are you laughing at?”

He stroked his cock inside of me, once. Twice. Three times.

“I was ready to come the moment I saw you naked in front of me,” he explained. “But now all I can think about is the fact that I only have one fucking condom. If I come” —he pumped into me again— “I’ll have to stop and go buy more.”

A thought occurred to me.

“Doesn’t Amazon have one-hour delivery?” I teased.

He froze.

“I saw about thirty of those Amazon delivery vans outside,” he said, sounding thoughtful.

I laughed, causing him to growl.

“Don’t do that,” he cursed, his hands flexing on my hips.

“Do what?” I teased, looking at him over my shoulder. “This?”

I tightened my muscles again, and he pulled out, causing me to gasp in surprise.

But just as suddenly, he flipped me over and was back between my legs.

“I’ll go buy more,” he muttered, his eyes sliding over my body. “This is why I had to have you from behind. I knew that when I looked into your eyes” —he slid back inside of me— “that I’d be a goner.”

I gasped when he practically thrust my legs up to my ears, holding them there.

The next few minutes there wasn’t any more talking or laughing. Just him sliding in and out of me with such little effort I should’ve been embarrassed. My wetness was out of control, but that was his fault. When it came to Darby Valentine, I just couldn’t help myself.

His eyes were staring so intently into mine that I almost felt exposed.

“What are you staring at?” I asked, tilting my hips up as his cock pushing into me started to feel overly great again.

“You,” he said, his eyes still holding my gaze. “You’re captivating.”

My breath caught and my thighs started to quiver.

“Let go,” he ordered.

I swallowed hard. “I shouldn’t be able to come again.”

His grin was wicked as he changed the angle of his thrusts, pushing into me at a much more upward angle than before.

My back bowed off the bed as he hit the most perfect spot. My body convulsed in yet another orgasm.

He growled as his pace became erratic. One second he was going slow and steady. The next he was bucking into me as if he was trying to stay on the ride for eight seconds.

His final thrust was followed by a grunt of pleasure as he followed me over the edge.

When I finally blinked my eyes open, it was to find him still staring at me.

“You’re giving me a complex,” I teased.

His lips twitched as he pulled his cock out, letting my legs go as he did.

I licked my dry lips and let my legs fall to the bed on either side of his body.

“It’s not like I’m trying to,” he admitted. “It’s just that you’re so fucking beautiful. When you come, your eyes get this faraway look. And your body gets all these little goosebumps over every inch of your skin.”

I watched as he got up, pulling the spent condom off of his cock as he did.

I kept my eyes on his cock as I said, “Where the fuck did you hide that in those tight jeans?”

His laughter followed him to the bathroom.

When he got back, he was grinning wide.

He put his knee into the bed and grimaced, reminding me of his bull fight earlier.

I got up and snagged a tee out of his wide-open bag and shrugged it on.

My next stop was the coffee table where my Ziploc baggie full of melted ice from earlier lay discarded.

I gathered it up when another knock sounded from the door.

I frowned hard at it and walked to it.

“Who is it?” I called without unlocking it.

An amused male voice said, “Banks and Candy.”

I turned and looked at Darby through the open doorway of the bedroom and raised my brows at him.