One Hot December (Men at Work 3)

“You miss this.” He punctuated the sentence with a long deep thrust.

“Every day,” she sighed. “Every day and every night.”

Ian leaned forward and kissed her between her shoulder blades. He loved fucking her while she lay on her stomach not only because of how dominant he felt in the position but because how beautiful her back was. She had a full-back tattoo, ink from her shoulders to her hips in the form of the night sky with the moon, stars and the Orion constellation. It was a work of art, lovely in its simplicity, strange in its reversal of colors. On Flash’s back, the sky was her pale skin and the stars were black ink, not the other way around.

“Ian...” she sighed as he kissed the back of her neck. He loved her short hair, loved how it gave him such easy access to her neck and earlobes. Her scent was addictive, her taste intoxicating. He was so aroused he ached from his thighs to his stomach. The tension was unbearable but he bore it because he wasn’t ready to let go of it yet. He was rock hard inside her and he could come any second. But still he held back, waiting, wanting to stay inside of her as long as he could. He rode her hard, his hands on her back to steady himself while he thrust into her. She was soaking wet. He could hear it, feel it... She was soaking his pillow. He’d sleep on that pillow tonight just to breathe the scent of her.

“How do you want it?” he asked her.

“You know how,” she said softly. He did and he was more than happy to oblige. When his hips were at the tightest, his cock so hard it hurt, he pulled out of her and rolled the condom off and tossed it. With his left hand holding her left hip, he stroked himself with his right hand. He pumped his hips into his own fingers, pushing and pushing, the tension building to the breaking point. And then finally...at last...he let it break.

With a gasp, he came, semen spurting onto her back as waves of pleasure rolled through him, knocking the breath out of him. After the last spasm of release shot through him, he sat forward on his hands and knees, his head hanging between his arms as he caught his breath. When his vision cleared, he looked down and saw her beautiful back that he had marked.

“I added to your decor,” he said between breaths.

“Does my night sky look like the Milky Way now?”

“You’re so gross,” he said, laughing.

“You know you love it.”

“I do. Flip over.”

“I’ll get it all over your sheets.”

“Do as you’re told,” he said, slapping her ass again. She obeyed at once, turning onto her back and lying flat underneath him. He dropped his head to suck her nipples again. She arched her breasts into his mouth and he sucked steadily as he sought her clitoris with his fingertips. It was easy to find, not only because she was so swollen but because she had a piercing there. He gently tugged the metal bar of her piercing and Flash flinched with pleasure, gasping his name. He rubbed the swollen knot of flesh in slow circles while licking her breasts. That knot throbbed and pulsed and he couldn’t stop himself from lowering his head between her thighs and lapping at it with his tongue. It only took seconds to get her there. Her hips rose off the bed and she came with a loud cry. Ian kissed his way up her body, lingering over her hips and stomach and breasts.

“Are you done for?” he asked.

She nodded.

“Take a breather. You’ve earned it. I’ll keep playing.”

She nodded again, the slightest smile on her lips. She loved letting him use her body. She’d told him that six months ago and the words Use my body and my holes any way you want, Ian still rang in his ears.

He carefully straddled her stomach and sat on her hips. He took her breasts in his hands and massaged them, squeezed them, palmed them and lifted them while she lay there with her eyes closed, recovering.

“You enjoyed that,” he said.

“You know I did.”

“What should I do to you now? So many options. I could fuck you again, eat you out, make you go down on me... I’m open to suggestions.”

“You did promise me dinner and a beer yesterday,” she said. “I didn’t get my pub food or my beer and you just fucked me right through the dinner hour.”

“Typical. Just typical,” he said with a sigh as he climbed off her and grabbed his jeans off the floor. As soon as she’d mentioned dinner, his stomach reminded him he hadn’t eaten in hours. “All you women think about is sex and food and beer. What about my needs, Flash?”

“What are your needs?”

“Beer and food,” he said. “So get your ass in gear.”

“Yes, boss.” She climbed out of bed, wincing and smiling in that order. “You’re buying, right?”

“I can answer that question with a question.” He paused to kiss her on the mouth because there was nothing sexier than kissing a beautiful naked woman who’d just crawled out of his bed.

“What’s the question?”

“Are you spreading for me again later?” he asked.