He groaned raggedly, drew his knees up against my thighs, and started fucking with utter, glorious, violent abandon.
"YES!" I screamed, shattering into yet another orgasm as he fucked me. "YES! YES! YES!"
His grunts were rough and guttural, then, and each hard, fucking thrust shook my whole body, made my tits jounce violently. He was hunched over me, ass pumping desperately, his fat, throbbing cock slamming into my pulsing, spasming pussy again and again and again.
I felt him come. Felt his cock pulse inside me, and he shouted in a rough, ragged voice, his trembling mouth pressed against my shoulder. Legs locked tight around the backs of his thighs, I clawed at his ass, gripped it hard and tight, and pulled him against me as I thrust with him, took him as deep as he could and squeezed my walls around him as hard as I could, clenching and clutching with every ounce of strength in my body.
His orgasm lasted for an eternity, it felt like, and my own release left me shivering and panting with him. His wild, desperate, pumping thrusts slowed at long last, and then he went still, gasping hard as if he'd just sprinted a hundred meters full out, and our sweat mingled and our breathing was mated, synched, and I was weeping helplessly, wrought and wracked by so many crushingly intense orgasms that I was limp, boneless, and shattered.
I ran my hands all over his body, smearing his slick sweat from shoulders to back to ass to waist in a circuit of affection. "Duncan," I whispered. "Holy shit."
He was heavy on me, his face buried in my throat, fists planted in the mattress to keep the worst of his bulk from totally crushing me.
I looped my legs around the small of his back, scratching his back with my fingernails, shaking with him as we descended from the endless heaven of united ecstasy.
"Holy shit, Rune," he breathed, eventually. "Holy motherfucking shit."
"Holy motherfucking shit," I agreed.
He angled away, intending to roll off me, but I clamped down on him. "No. Not yet," I whispered. "I like this."
And so we breathed and sweated and held each other for a time I didn’t even try to measure, blocking out thoughts that threatened to take over my brain.
Idiot thoughts. Foolish, reckless thoughts.
Things like, how will I ever have sex with anyone else after this?
Things like, no one has ever or will ever fuck me like that again.
Things like, I had no idea I could come that hard, that many times.
Things like, I might be in love.
I shoved that last one away savagely, and that was what finally made me relinquish my grip on Duncan. That, and feeling him go slack inside me, knowing the condom could slip off and cause a truly unfortunate accident neither of us wanted or was ready for.
He rolled away from me to the edge of the bed, sat up, and levered to his feet. He took one step and his legs gave out, and he staggered like a newborn foal to the window, bracing one hand on the glass.
"Jesus," he muttered. "Never in my life have I been fucked so good my legs don't work."
"Me either," I said, laughing. "I know for a fact I can't walk right now." I wasn't sure I'd be walking at all any time soon, based on the burn in my jelly legs.
I watched Duncan shuffle into the bathroom. He didn't close the door, and I watched as he stripped the condom off and wrapped it in toilet paper, tossed it in the trash, and then wetted a washcloth, wrung it out, and wiped clean his long, heavy, dangling cock.
He swaggered back to the bed, and I was hypnotized by the sway of his cock, the flex of his shredded abs.
My god, the man was beautiful.
And that was the best sex I'd ever had, hands down. The next best sex of my life—with the guy I dated before Hayes, actually, a hot but vain, vapid, jock from USC named, I shit you not, Brutus—wasn’t even close to this. Not even by half.
I was ruined.
Duncan flopped to the bed next to me, scooped me in his arms, and cradled me against his chest.
Oh, no. No, no, no. This isn't good. This isn't happening.
I can't do this. I have to go back to LA. I have to go back to my life. I can't get cozy with Duncan Badd. My life is in California, not Alaska. My future is there. My family. Everything and everyone I know.
But this just feels…good. Right.
