He had to get out of his boots and jeans first, but before he slid them all the way off, he pulled a packet of lube out of his wallet and handed it over. I’d ask him why he had it later, because right now I didn’t care and was just glad that he did. I used some to slick up my cock, and when he straddled me, I squeezed the rest onto my fingers. The angle was awkward, but I had enough room to get his hole nice and lubed. It would still burn, but at least it wouldn’t hurt.
I held my cock up and Hawk worked his way onto me. Inch by inch, up and down, a little at a time. His grip on my shoulders was painful enough I was sure I’d have bruises, but I didn’t care in the least. He could mark me any way he wanted. He hissed and groaned, until he let out a long sigh when his ass met my thighs.
I kneaded his butt, loving the feel of it in my hand. “Whenever you’re ready, baby.”
Hawk opened his mouth against my neck, just breathing, then sucked up a mark as he started to move. Slow at first, then faster and faster, until he threw his head back. He kept rocking, trying to find the right angle and I held on, watching him chase his pleasure. He was stunning, all flushed cheeks and panting breaths.
“Can you…Can you….”
I stood the next time he came down, holding him to me until I could lay him back on his desk. He let out a noise that was something between a moan and a scream. I kissed him to muffle the noises, not wanting anyone to come running. And I kept kissing him as I took over, thrusting hard and deep, searching for the spot that would set him off.
His whole body clenched when I found it, and I kept the angle, pounding into him while I tried to keep him from sliding off the other end of the desk. He lifted one of his legs up my back and that seemed to do the trick. My kiss swallowed his drawn out groan as his hole clamped down, keeping me inside while he came. I thrust as much as I could, trying to prolong it, even though he was making a mess all over our shirts.
When he relaxed enough for me to move again, I started to pull out, but he grabbed me tight with all his limbs.
“In me,” he slurred.
Holy fuck. I wanted that more than anything. I didn’t hesitate, didn’t second guess, just pushed inside him, again and again, until I came too, flooding him with my release. The last few thrusts squelched with the mess and the sound was so deliciously dirty, I gave one more little spurt before I collapsed onto him.
It took us a few minutes to get our breathing back, but even then, I didn’t want to separate from him. It took some maneuvering but I managed to hang onto him, and keep my cock inside him, as I fell back into the chair. He immediately cuddled into me, head on my shoulder.
“I did not plan this well,” he muttered after a few moments, his fingers tracing patterns on my shirt-covered chest.
“Hmm?”
“We’re a mess. We have nothing to clean up with. And we’re still half clothed. I want skin.”
The last was said with a tiny whine that had me chuckling and squeezing him to me. Fuck, but I loved the feeling of him in my arms. I knew he didn’t love that he was on the smaller side, though it never stopped him, but in this case it meant he could tuck himself against me and I could wrap my arms fully around him.
“We’ll figure that out when we’re ready to move.”
Hawk tipped his head to look up at me, so I angled my face so I could see him. He traced my lips with his fingers and I kissed them. “I have work to do.”
I nodded. “Not yet.”
It took him a few seconds to agree. “No. Not yet.”
Chapter 23
Hawk
Exorcising the demons from my office hadn’t ever felt necessary. But as I sat in my office chair a couple of days after I’d had makeup sex there with Carter, I realized I didn’t feel the… whatever spirit of the past it had been.
It hadn’t felt oppressive, per se. But sometimes I’d remembered, and it had made me want to leave the room for a while. But now? I was sitting in my chair and getting hard instead. Which… okay, it was an improvement but also a bit unnecessary and distracting.
It was the day Marielle and Elisa were leaving, and I’d said goodbye to them last night when I’d gone to Carter’s for dinner. They were both great, and Marielle had relaxed significantly since they’d arrived. Elisa had joked that Carter’s attempt at assimilation by working vacation was doing the trick.
I’d been thinking for a couple of days, and wondered if I should text Carter about my thoughts. Instead, that evening when I was done with work, I went to my attic room, looked around, and packed a couple of bags.
When I went downstairs with them, Mom noticed me and smiled, her eyes filling with tears.
“Are you moving in with Carter?” she asked as I went to hug her because you just didn’tnothug your mom when she choked up.
“Not really. I’m taking some things there so I can go straight to the barn in the mornings when I stay over at his place.” I squeezed her firmly and kissed her cheek. “I don’t think we’ll be moving in together anytime soon. We’re still taking things slow.”
“And it’s not like his place is far,” Dad commented as he stepped into the kitchen. “So either way, your commute to work isn’t much longer.”
“Yes, that,” I agreed and gave him a hug, too.
