Why We Fight (At First Sight 4)

I watched him as I raised myself up and reached behind me. His eyes widened as I lifted his dick and pressed it against my asshole. I swallowed thickly, throat clicking, as I lowered myself onto him.

“Fuuuck,” I moaned as he filled me, the burn bright and sharp. I took my time, getting used to the intrusion, and by the time I was fully seated against him, I was sweating. I pressed my hands against his chest as I hung my head, trying to catch my breath.

He reached up, fingers against my cheek. I turned my face and kissed his palm.

“I’m okay,” I told him. “You… you can move now.”

He sat up quickly, wrapping his arms around me. His chest pressed against mine, his feet flat against the floor off the side of the bed. I circled my legs around his waist. We were face-to-face when he tentatively thrust up into me. I groaned at the feel of him. He thrust again, harder this time, lifting me up and then pulling me back down in time with the snap of his hips. My dick rubbed against the hair on his stomach, and I could barely keep my eyes open.

He kissed me as he fucked me. I gasped into his mouth. He sucked on my tongue. I clawed at his back as he pulled away, his face going into my shoulder. He said my name again and again and again, and I swore it sounded like a prayer.

It’d never been like this before. I wasn’t pressed down face-first into the sheets while someone took me from behind. I could feel his breath on my skin, the slickness of his hair between my fingers. I held him close as he fucked me harder.

It was only moments before he leaned back, pushing a hand against my chest. “Jerk yourself off on me,” he said.

I did. I timed my hand with the thrust of his hips, the harsh slap of skin. I spilled first, my hand stuttering against my cock as I came on his chest and stomach. He said my name again before his hips stilled, his body jerking underneath me. I kissed his cheek and nose and chin as he rode through it.

We were both breathing heavily by the time it was over.

“Whoa,” I said. “You’re really good at that. Thanks.”

And he laughed.

HE LEFT me on the bed while he went to the bathroom to get a towel and to discard the condom. I grinned into his pillow when I heard him whistling cheerfully. I had barely closed my eyes when a wet cloth was pressed against me. It was warm, and I didn’t think much of it when he spread my legs to clean my ass.

“We didn’t get any on the bed,” I told him. “Yay us.”

He snorted. “Yay us. Because you would have made me lay in the wet spot, I’m sure.”

“S’only fair. I’m a guest in your house. That’s the polite thing to do.”

“That right?”

I yawned widely, my jaw cracking. “Yep.”

“I’ll remember that when we’re at your house, then.”

I liked the sound of that.

He dropped the towel to the floor and motioned for me to scoot over. I did, lifting my hips so I could pull the comforter down. He climbed into bed with a groan. We were both still naked, and it felt more intimate than I was expecting. I didn’t know why, but I was suddenly shy, for fuck’s sake. I blinked up at the ceiling as he pulled the comforter back over us.

“Okay?” he asked as he settled back on the pillow.

“Yeah,” I said. “Just… today was weird.”

“A little. Good weird, though.”

“You danced in the streets for me.”

“I did.”

I turned my head to look at him. Our faces were inches apart. “Why?”

He reached up and tugged gently on my hair. If it’d been most anyone else, they would have lost a finger or two. Quite possibly the whole hand. Him, though? It was all right. “Why what?”

“Why everything?”

“That’s… not very specific.”