“You’re fucking beautiful,” he whispered, his tone reverent and enough to make my breath hitch as he bottomed out. I groaned, the sound loud in the otherwise quiet room.
Latching on to his ass with my palms, I stilled him, needing a moment to settle and savor. “And you’re perfect,” I managed, not hiding the rush of feeling with my words.
His gaze softened, and he angled down, catching my mouth in a blazing kiss, the fierceness a contrast to his gentle words and sweet gaze. Holding on tight, I kissed him back with everything I had, swallowing our combined moans and groans as I squeezed his glutes, urging him to move.
After a couple of shallow thrusts, his mouth left mine. There was no chance to complain, only need when he pushed into me harder, rocking my body and pegging my prostate with the perfect touch. At contact, my gasp turned into a garbled “Nnghh….” Pearce simply smiled and redoubled his efforts.
One thing became crystal clear in this moment: Pearce was giving me everything I craved, everything I desired without me having to make a single demand. And me? Hell, I was along for the ride.
My grip didn’t waver as I clung to Pearce, helping him with every thrust and movement. I canted my hips, meeting his, wanting him to go so deep I’d be feeling him for the days to come when we’d be apart. “I need to feel you,” I said with a strangled moan, wanting him to know exactly what he was doing to me. “Right there.” I grunted as he gave a fast roll of his hips and a deep pump. “I need you to fucking mark me.”
I didn’t have a moment to second-guess my words, ones that had never in my life fallen from my lips, before he was on me, mouth clasped to the juncture between my shoulder and my neck. Pearce shifted his arm under mine, almost cradling me as he held me close.
Continuing to drive into me, he sucked hard, each pull of skin punctuated by a deep thrust that had me seeing stars. His mouth moved lower to my shoulder, and he shifted his hips, grinding into me, and nipped lightly and sucked. And holy fuck, knowing I’d be seeing the physical evidence of Pearce and what he was doing to me shot a new wave of desire straight to my cock.
My dick pulsed and rubbed against his stomach. The friction spurred me on, and I rubbed against him as much as the position and his weight would allow.
“I’m gonna…”
He let go, turning his face to see me. Sweat dotted his brow, his pupils blown, and then he smiled, and my building orgasm powered through me.
“Holy shit,” he said with a throaty groan, renewing his efforts when my body went taut beneath him. “So.” He thrust deep and lifted to take his weight on his palms. “Fucking.” He dipped his head, looking at the creamy mess on our stomachs. “Hot.”
The flash of heat in his eyes when he looked back at me had my hand moving. I trailed my finger along the smooth release, scooped some up, and lifted my hand toward his mouth.
“Fuck.” He moaned, eyes closing a second after he drew my cum-covered finger into his mouth, sucked hard, and then he blew. Pearce gasped around my finger, shuddering, ass cheek like granite under my palm as he stilled inside me, dick so far in my ass I knew my wish to feel him for days had been fulfilled.
I withdrew my finger and then he all but collapsed on top of me. I grunted, but when he shifted with a clear intent to move, I held on tight.
“But I’m squashing—”
“You’re perfect where you are.”
My words did the trick, and he relaxed against me, his weight a welcome comfort as I trailed my fingers over his back, enjoyed his slowing breaths next to my ear as he burrowed his head further into my shoulder. After a few moments of quiet, his tender kisses drew a happy sigh from me.
Pearce angled up a little, focus on my shoulder before our gazes connected. “They look so sexy on you.” A wry grin lifted his lips. “When was the last time you had a love bite?” His fingers danced over what I was sure were his marks.
Feeling a little silly for what I pleaded for, I felt color stain my cheeks. His brows bounced high when he took in my reaction, but he waited for my words with satisfaction clear as day on his face. “Never,” I admitted.
“Yeah?” Rather than the same self-satisfied tone I expected, tenderness filled his voice. Wordlessly, I nodded. “I like it a lot that you asked for them. Wish like hell I’d asked for the same.”
My heart stuttered at the sincerity of the man before me.
“Wish that I had something more than the memory to get me through till the next time I see you.”
I angled up and pressed my lips to his before settling my head back on the pillow. This was the first time we’d properly broached the subject that I’d be leaving tomorrow. Other than the logistics about Lottie and me going, we hadn’t touched on what’s next and when—more from an unspoken agreement not to bring us both down than anything else.
Knowing I needed to suck it up and have a grown-up discussion, but hopefully also have a plan for us both to have something to look forward to, I offered a gentle smile. “How about we shower together and make plans?”
He relaxed a little. I hadn’t even noticed how tightly he’d drawn in his shoulders. “I like plans.”
I snorted. “Plans for hijinks and being a pain in the ass to your teammates, probably.” I indicated for him to lift up, and he did so almost begrudgingly.
“Those types of plans are super important. Do you know how long some of the shit I do takes to get organized?”
I rolled my eyes, keeping up with the low-key jesting despite how sexy he looked pulling off the condom. Maybe I should lick him clean before we showered.
“Ed, you look like you’ve got a very different plan in mind.” Pearce’s husky tone had my gaze snapping to his and away from his half-mast cock.
