There were no words. There was barely a breath, and I wanted desperately to put my hands in his hair or to hold onto him the way he did me, but I told him I could keep my arms up there, so I did. As it was, I met his kisses and held on as he pounded into me. Every thrust just lit me up. He shifted to wrap my legs around his waist, and I arched my lower back, pushing up until he was striking that sweet spot every single time.
“Scream for me,” he beckoned in between sucking on my tongue. It didn’t take long for me to completely unravel, and when he slid his hands up to clasp mine, I held on, anchoring myself as I fell apart.
The scream that ripped out of me didn’t even sound human, but he felt so damn good, and when his whole body shuddered and he came, his fingers threaded through mine as he slammed home and stayed there. Heat bloomed deep within me, and we were both shaking. The taste of his breath was on my lips, the kisses breaking up for each of us to gulp in oxygen, and then he’d kiss me again.
A knock on the door rifled across my consciousness, but I was boneless and pure liquid, held together only because he was gripping me. Ian kissed me again, slower and deeper.
At the second knock, he lifted his head long enough to say, “Fuck off,” before he captured my lips again. A laugh eddied up through my languor, and I could almost feel him smiling in between little licks of his tongue as he sought entry again.
“Dude,” Jake called, amusement echoing in the single syllable. “Breakfast is almost ready.”
Ian ground his hips against mine. Even if he was softening, I was still fucking sensitive, and my back arched at the contact and a little hiss escaped me. He chased it with another kiss.
Another knock.
“Seriously, Jake,” Ian growled. “I will kick your ass. Go. The. Fuck. Away.”
Coop’s laughter joined Jake’s, and I couldn’t help giggling. They were being all of twelve. “We have coffee,” he taunted.
Head raised, Ian stared down at me, and some of the rawness in his eyes had relaxed, but there was a kind of glow there I wanted to capture forever. He freed one of my hands as I tugged on his, and I lifted it to cup his face. When I skated my thumb over his lower lip, his smile grew.
“There’s breakfast burritos, fried potatoes, and some clever bastard made sure there were fresh baked bear claws and apple fritters.” Coop was the devil. My stomach rumbled.
“And coffee,” Jake added, I could almost picture them snickering and elbowing each other.
Licking my lips, I pressed my fingers to Ian’s mouth and raised my brows. He gave me a slow nod, curiosity sparking in his eyes.
“Boys,” I called. “I have a mouthful right now, so it’ll have to wait.”
The dead silence that greeted that declaration had Ian burying his face against my neck as he began to laugh.
“Fuck,” Jake swore, but it was more a groan than anything else. “Baby Girl, find me if you’re still hungry after.”
Ian’s shoulders shook even harder, and there was a pair of thumps in the hallway before the guys moved away.
When he finally lifted his head to look at me, he smiled so hard, it actually made my heart hurt for how happy he seemed. “A mouthful?”
“Well,” I told him, “I definitely need a shower, and from everything else I’ve felt, you’d be more than a mouthful.”
The heat in his eyes burned vibrantly. “Is that an offer?”
“No,” I told him slowly, then rubbed against him, and his cock twitched against my thigh. It might take some persuading, but I had it in me, even the boneless mess I was in. “It’s a demand.”
He kissed me again, slow and sweet, and I gave into temptation and twined my arms around his neck. A minute later, he dragged me upward, then scooped me into his arms as he walked us both toward the shower.
It took a minute to get my wobbling legs under me, and by the time we stepped under the hot spray and I pushed him back toward the tile to kneel down, he said, “You don’t have to…”
But I glanced up at him, even as I wrapped a hand around his semi-hard stiffness. “Who said anything about have to?”