Reaching up and grabbing a fistful of Boone’s shirt, I yank him down until his lips meet mine. I wrap my legs around the back of his thighs, bringing him even closer to me as his hand continues to work me over between us.
“So good,” I moan against his mouth, flicking my tongue inside.
Despite being fully clothed, Boone grinds his hips against me as he pumps me in his hand, and the knowledge that he needs to seek some friction and pleasure because of this turns me on so much more. We alternate between kissing each other savagely, like we can’t get enough of one another and panting against each other’s mouths. I need more of him, all of him. Need to feel him inside of me.
I grip the hair on the back of Boone’s head and pull his face away from mine. Looking him in the eyes, I say, “I want you to fuck me.”
The startled look on his face and the way he swallows hard would make me laugh if I wasn’t so fucking horny. “Really?”
I nod. “Please, Boone. I need you.”
A sexy, low growl rips from the back of his throat as he reaches behind his head and removes his shirt, tossing it on the ground beside mine. Steadying myself on one arm, I wrap myhand around my cock, slowly pumping myself as I watch him rid himself of his jeans too. He does it slowly. Methodically. Pants first, then his briefs, putting on a seductive show for me, and I don’t even think he realizes he’s doing it.
My mouth waters as his thick, veiny cock springs free, the tip swollen and purple. I drag my gaze slowly up his insanely tight body. From the deep, carved-from-stone Adonis belt, to his abs, all the way up to his defined pecs that flex under my gaze. His chest is hairy, but not overly so. It’s perfect. Boone Stanton is huge, imposing, and all man. Mirroring my movements, he wraps a tight fist around his length, stroking languidly from base to tip. His wrist twists on the downstroke, and the cords in his forearm bulge in a way that makes my stomach dip.
It hits me that we don’t have lube. Glancing behind me on the desk, I look for anything that we can use instead, coming up empty. I lean over, pulling out the top drawer, and bingo! A tube of Aquaphor sits toward the back. Grabbing it, I pop open the cap and pour some onto my fingers, reaching between my thighs as I work myself open. Boone’s gaze is zeroed in on the way my fingers sink in and out of my ass while he strokes himself lazily.
“Do you have a condom?” I ask once I feel I’ve prepped myself enough.
His hand stops jacking himself as his mouth turns down into a frown. “I don’t.”
Shit.“I don’t either.”
Boone chews on the inside of his cheek for a moment before he says, “I get tested before the circuit every year during my physical. It’s always been negative, and I haven’t been with anybody in over a year.”
My brows raise in surprise. I’m actively trying to ignore the fact that he’s been intimate with my sister before, but the fact that they haven’t had sex in over a year is a little shocking tome. Clearing my throat, I shove that thought aside. “I’m negative too.”
“Should we stop?” he asks, his hand working himself over again.
I can’t help the laugh that bubbles past my lips. “I mean…yeah, probably. But not for this reason.” I pause for a moment, swallowing down the urge to think rationally because, for once, I want to take what I want without feeling bad about it. So, I add, “But I don’t want to stop.”
He takes a step toward me, closing the distance, and taking the tube from my hand. “Good. Me either.”
Watching in rapt silence as he lathers his cock up with the cream, lust flows through my veins and my heart beats a mile a minute. In the very, very far back of my mind, I know this is a bad idea. It’s going to change everything, and probably come back to bite me in the ass, but right here, right now? I simply don’t care, because I want—no,need—himinmy ass. I need Boone like my lungs need air. It’s as simple as that. As primal as that. Why it’shimI need instead of somebody more…acceptable, I don’t know. But that’s future Grady’s problem.
Boone lines himself up, the blunt, flared tip of his cock pressing against my hole. He fists himself at the base with one hand, while the other holds on to my hip. Dark brown eyes come up to meet mine, and there’s a vulnerability, a nervousness, in them that makes my chest squeeze.
Nodding, I say quietly, “Just go slow at first.”
One of my hands is resting flat on the desk behind me, while the other wraps around the back of Boone’s neck. My pulse is racing, blood roaring in my ears. Leaning in toward me, Boone captures my lips with his as he eases only the tip inside of me. The intrusion stings, it steals the breath from my lungs, but it’s as if he’s feeding me the oxygen I need with this kiss. He slips his tongue past my lips, rolling it against mine. Easing in slowly,inch by inch, he eventually bottoms out, but he never stops kissing me. He does so reverently, like he needs this.
I drop my head back, the pain and the sting morphing into pleasure as he draws almost all the way out before sinking back in, harder this time. His lips trail along my jaw as he nips and sucks, making his way down to my neck, where he buries his face.
“Christ, Grady,” he groans against my skin. “You’re…so…tight.”
Words are impossible, so I just grip his neck a little tighter as a moan slips past my lips. Pleasure ricochets through every inch of my body; out through my arms, down my legs, it drifts up to my head, making it feel light and fuzzy. My balls ache, my dick throbs, leaking a puddle of sticky arousal onto my stomach as he thrusts into me, pace picking up with each moment that passes.
“Boone…harder, please,” I beg. “I need you.”
“You feel so good,” he mutters before sealing his mouth to mine again in a kiss that sears through me.
He wraps his arm around my lower back, keeping me flush against him as he uses his other hand to keep him steady on the desk. I tighten both arms around his neck, desperately needing to be as close to him as I can get. He’s got such a powerful hold on my body, I’m practically lifted off the desk as he pounds into my ass, giving me exactly what I asked for in spades.
“You’re perfect.” Boone breathes the words into my mouth like a prayer. “Look at you taking my cock so well…” Another hungry kiss, and he swallows the whimper that falls from my lips with another brutal thrust. “I can’t get enough of you…”Kiss. Thrust.“You drive me fucking crazy.”More, more, more.“What is it about you?Fuck!”
Boone drives into me harder, fucks me faster, deeper. A sheen of sweat covers my overheated skin. The rumblingthunder outside has nothing on the sound of our slick bodies slapping together. It’s filthy and crude. Addicting and euphoric.
I can’t think.
