Loner by Harloe Rae Page 0,30

her bottom lip between my teeth. When she nips at me, static fills my brain. My mind goes blank, thoughts spinning wildly, as I allow the consuming pleasure to rule over all else.

Our bodies rock together to become one. I thrust in and she rolls her pelvis to meet mine, joining us to the hilt with each slap of connecting skin. Our movements are frantic, both of us chasing the promise of release with equal vigor. A flash of white flickers in front of me when her nails rake down the damp expanse of my back. That zap of pain only heightens the crackling sensations coursing through me. I grope her breast, lacking any concern for being gentle. She clenches around me at my rough treatment, inflicting more torture of her own. I lick a path along her jaw while flicking her stiff nipple with my thumb.

“You’re gonna wreck me,” Keegan wails into the base of my throat.

I grin against her cheek. “Now who’s the one tossing out compliments?”

“Shut up and keep going.”

“I don’t plan on stopping until you pass out.” And that’s the truth. This woman can milk me dry and I’ll still be up for more.

The headboard smacks into the wall, rattling the bottles on her nightstand. On my next thrust, several items roll and tumble off the edge of the table. The unmistakable crash of glass shattering follows.

“Shit,” I mutter, not stopping.

Keegan hooks her ankles tighter against my ass. “Hazards of rough sex.”

“I broke your shit.”

“You’re gonna bust a lot more than that before we’re through.” Spots dance in my vision when she swivels her hips.

“Fuck, you’re hot.”

She grabs a fistful of my hair, giving the strands a solid yank. “Finish the job, bad boy.”

A shudder twitches my muscles, but I don’t pause the smooth stride. I push harder and find a faster gear, delivering a shot of pure ecstasy. Keegan whimpers when I hit a certain spot, and she latches onto me tighter. A ripple of molten lava surges through me, curling at the base of my spine. The tingles intensify and spread. A dizzying rush shortly follows. “You close?” I grit.

Her head thrashes against the pillow. “Uh-huh, yes. So close. Keep going.”

Keegan tilts her hips, and I drive in with brutal force. I’m pumping forward with abandon, lost to the motions that will take us higher. An eruption of quakes begins in her limbs, squeezing me until I see stars. I lose all composure, my movements becoming irregular and disjointed. Her core clamps around me, and I lose the battle. My climax hits with a roar.

A ripple of fire blazes across my back. Blistering heat has never been pleasant until this moment. Just as the flames threaten to incinerate me, all that I am fades to black. Inky nothingness steals my sight, sending me into a state of numb bliss.

I surface from the abyss with a moan. “Fuck, I might be broken.”

Keegan slaps my ass and I jolt, still buried inside of her. “I’ll give you ten minutes to recover.”

A rare chuckle scrapes out of me. “I only need five.”

Healing Hug #11: Pairs well with a good, long cry.

I wake with a gasp, my eyelids refusing to open more than a crack. Every muscle screams at me to stay still and I’m groggy enough to listen. With a slow blink, the fuzzy edges of sleep attempt to drag me back under. That promise of serene unawareness is more than tempting. But there’s a prodding somewhere deep down that demands attention.

While gathering my bearings, the events from last night flood into me faster than my sluggish brain can comprehend. I take a deep breath and focus on the essentials. I’m in my bed, very much naked, with a man snoring beside me. My eyes pop wide open as that last fact solidifies.

Crawford is still here. He slept over. We had sex. So. Much. Sex.

My rolodex of blush-worthy fantasies is a scoop of plain vanilla in comparison. Never in my craziest, most erotic dreams did I imagine getting that…freaky. A fiery blush attacks my face just recalling how creative we got. Sweat and musk cling to every fiber in this room. If these walls could talk, I would have to move. He brings out this…kinky side of me. I’ve never been a biter, but taking a chunk out of him was a huge turn on. Same with licking, pinching, spanking…the sordid list seems endless in the light of dawn, and gets my body thrumming all over again.

There’s