Perfect Chaos

I gasp into her mouth when she finds my arousal and seizes it possessively. “This is mine.” She strokes her way to the tip and circles her thumb over my slippery head.

“Shit, Lainey,” I gasp, my upper body concaving in a pointless attempt to escape. There’s no escaping. Not from her touch right now, and not from Lainey ever. All in. “Fine by me,” I confirm, working my kiss to the corner of her mouth, my hand feeling up her thigh to find that delicious wetness again. She throws her head back and cries out as I rub a perfect circle around her clit, and I growl, forcing her backward toward the sideboard in my lounge, because it’s the closest available place to have her.

“Condom,” I say, desperation getting the better of me.

“I don’t have any,” she pants. “You always have that covered.”

Oh my God, today just got better. The box of condoms is no more, because that’s my job. “Wait there.” I drop her and race to my bedroom, snatching one from my nightstand. When I get back, she’s a mess of want, propped up against the sideboard, her chest pumping.

I approach, ripping the wrapper open with my teeth. Lainey plucks it from my hand and does the honors, lowering and sliding the rubber on. I inhale, tensing when she drops a peck on the tip and wraps a hand around the girth. Oh no. She’s not knocking me out with one of her amazing blowjobs. I push her hand away from my cock and pull her up, spinning her around and taking her palms to the wood. “Let’s fuck.” I kick her legs apart and take hold of my cock, guiding it to her pussy while she pants before me, bent over the shiny wood of the cabinet. The second my dick skims her entrance, we both shout, and my heart cranks up a thousand gears into high-speed. Shit, I need to gather myself, because the way I’m going I could shoot my load any second. I start to force some steady breaths, inching my way forward and sliding into her. The feel of her wrapped around my dick sends me dizzy, my vision distorting. “Don’t move,” I warn, beginning to sweat. “Please, just don’t fucking move.” This is what happens if she deprives me for too many days. My body gets all tight and excited at having her back, making it a challenge to keep it under control. “For the record, we’ll be seeing each other every day from now on.”

She groans, forcing me to dig my fingers into her hips to stop her thrusting back onto me. “Tyler, please,” she begs. Her arms are ramrod straight, braced against the sideboard, her head dropped low. “Please move.”

Her plea forces me to pull it together, and I slowly withdraw, watching as my cock, glistening with her need, slips free from her passage. “Jesus, that’s a vision.”

Her fist smacks the wood, her impatience and desperation growing. “Stop taunting me.”

“If you could see what I can see, Lainey, you wouldn’t be rushing this along.”

I cough when she jerks back, sending my dick deep and hard into her. She screams. “Just like that,” she yells. “Fuck me hard just like that.”

My surprise at her aggression is flattened by the pure sensations of her movements. My hips begin to piston without prompt, wanting to feel her so deeply again. The slaps of my groin meeting her arse are loud, her shouts louder, and my gruff barks unstoppable as I hammer into her like a madman, blood filling my head to the point I think it might explode.

“Yes.” Her body moves in time with mine, despite the fast, franticness, each crash carrying me closer to detonation. “Tyler.”

My cheeks blow out, and I hold my breath as my release gathers fast, rushing to the tip of my swelling cock.

“I’m coming,” she gasps, throwing her head back. “Oh God, I’m coming.”

My hearing distorts to muffled sounds of euphoria, my world narrowing into a tunnel of pleasure that’s almost painful in its intensity. I’ve lost all control, my knees shaking as my orgasm rips through me violently. Lainey’s internal muscles pull on my cock, the contractions consistent and strong while I pour myself into her, my release unrelenting and unforgiving. The sounds of my deep groan mixes with hers, and I fold at my waist, bringing my chest down onto her back for support as perfect pleasure refuses to release me from its powerful grasp. My wet skin sticks to hers, and we both gasp for breath, my dick held deep and snug inside of her. My lungs hurt, struggling for air, but my heart . . . my heart is beating strong and steady, and my exhaustion is only a fraction of the reason why.

Being alive has never felt so good.