Four Letter Word (Love Logic #2) - K.M. Neuhold Page 0,39
better than anything I can imagine. His lips find my skin again as he surges forward until his hips are pressed firmly against my ass, his cock deep inside me. I clench around it, moaning at the fullness, the slight sting, the heady feeling of being stretched.
He stays still for a few seconds, licking and nibbling at the back of my neck before he pulls back and thrusts in again, harder and faster this time, drawing a sharp gasp from me. His fingers dig into my hips, pulling them up a little higher. The new angle has the full length of his cock dragging against my prostate with every thrust.
My cock bounces between my legs every time he slams into me, missing the friction from the bed, precum pooling on the comforter as I gasp and tremble. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, joined by our grunts and gasps of pleasure, the smell of sex and sweat heavy in the air. My eyes roll back as the heat starts to build in the pit of my stomach again, coiling tighter and tighter.
Without warning, Riot pulls out. I barely have time to protest before he’s flipping me over onto my back, hitching my legs up, and thrusting into me again.
“You feel so good,” he praises, resting his forehead against mine as he finds his rhythm again, rutting into me like his life depends on it.
“Yes,” I groan, digging my fingers into his shoulders and dragging my tongue along his lip ring in a sloppy approximation of a kiss.
Riot fucks me harder, deeper, our noses and lips bumping against each other, my cock dragging against his stomach with every thrust. I can’t hold out much longer, I can’t, I can’t.
I squeeze my eyes closed, his cock pounding my prostate exactly like I imagined. A strangled cry slips from my lips, and the tightly coiled heat in my belly explodes, washing over me in waves as my cum paints our bodies, my channel clenching, pulsing around Riot’s thick cock.
He groans, slamming his mouth against mine and stilling, feeding me pleasured whimpers as he follows me over the edge. After a few more stuttered thrusts, he breaks the kiss, both of us breathless and boneless and sticky with sweat and cum.
“God damn,” he mutters, a tired chuckle falling from his lips as he rolls off me.
“No kidding,” I agree.
He gets rid of the condom, tying it off and dropping it on the floor beside the bed. Then, he rolls to face me, an expectant kind of look on his face.
“If you’re expecting to go again, you’re going to need to give me at least an hour,” I warn him, my chest still rising and falling with my deep breaths.
He laughs and shakes his head. “Just waiting to see if you were going to freak out and bolt again.”
“I couldn’t move right now if I wanted to.”
“Ah, so the problem last time was I didn’t get you off hard enough. I’ll have to remember that,” he jokes.
“Mmm,” I hum, scooting closer to him and resting my head on his shoulder. “Sorry I ran out last time. I promise I’m not going to do that again.”
“Good.” He brushes his lips against my sweaty forehead and wraps his arms around me. I let out a content sigh and let my eyes drift closed. I’ll deal with cleaning up later. Right now, I just want to cuddle, and it seems like Riot is on the exact same page.
Chapter 10
Hudson
I shuffle my feet, shoving my hands into my pocket as I wait for Bishop to answer the door. It’s only eight o’clock, and I haven’t had a drop to drink today, so hopefully I’ll get a warmer reception this time.
I hear the shuffle of footsteps on the other side of the door, pausing briefly. Is he checking through the peephole? Since when does Bishop do that? The door swings open a few seconds later, but it’s not Bishop on the other side, it’s Leo.
Fuck me.
I force a smile, even though my stomach knots, and my heart thunders. I know I fucked up all those years ago. If I could go back in time and change what happened, I would do it in a heartbeat. Not that Leo wants to hear it.
“He’s not here,” he says with far too much smugness for Bishop to be anywhere I’ll like.