Olivia Cunning - Double Time

She laughed. “Probably not, but I’ll scrape what’s left of me back together tomorrow. Tonight I won’t hold anything back either. And if it doesn’t work out between us, it doesn’t work out.”

He stroked her hair away from her beautiful face and smiled as he stared into her eyes. Knowing that she had the same reservations, but also wanted to throw them aside, made it so much easier for him to bare his soul. Well, most of it. “I hope it does work out.”

She smiled. “Me too. I’m going to let myself love you now. Don’t freak out on me.”

He laughed. “No promises.”

“But I want promises,” she whispered. “Even if they only extend through tonight.”

Promises.

“You make me feel whole,” she said. “Like that piece that’s always been missing has been filled. I didn’t even know it was there until you touched on it.”

Trey’s heart thudded as he tried to find words to describe what he was feeling. He’d felt something very similar to this before. With Brian. “Move with me, Reagan. I feel… connected.” More than that, but he wasn’t sure how to describe it. “Like I need you in order to recognize my true self.”

She smiled gently and kissed him before raising her hips and lowering them, bringing their bodies apart and together. “This is undoubtedly the craziest thing I’ve ever done, and I’ve done some crazy things in my life, Trey Mills.”

“It’s just sex, Reagan.”

She shook her head. “With someone else this would just be sex, but with you… I need to shut up. I’m going to end up scaring you more than I already have.”

“The damage has already been done.” He nibbled her neck, her jaw, suckled her earlobe. “Don’t stop now.”

He slid his hands over her smooth back, delighting in the texture of her satiny skin.

“With you…” She rubbed her face against his temple. “You make me feel wonderful inside and out.”

He tipped her onto her back and grinned down at her. “Enough mushy stuff.” He couldn’t concentrate on giving her physical pleasure when he was trying to analyze feelings he wasn’t ready to identify. He watched her face while he plunged into her body, looking for those telltale signs that gave him clues as to what she liked best. He found her rhythm quickly and discovered she moaned the loudest when he pounded her hard and ground his pelvis when he was buried deep, and again when he was inches from falling free from her body. He concentrated on giving her what she liked. Sweat trickled down the side of his face. His stomach muscles and hips began to tremble with fatigue, but hearing her reaction and watching her orgasm approach was well worth the effort.

“Oh, Trey. I’m coming.”

He slid a finger into his mouth to wet it. When her body convulsed with release, he reached beneath her and slid his fingertip into her ass. He repeatedly flicked it against the inner rim of the tight ring of clenching muscle. Her eyes widened with astonishment and then squeezed shut as her body took its pleasure.

“Oh God,” she gasped as her back arched off the bed.

She cried out as her pussy gripped him in hard spasms. He took a deep, shaky breath, fighting the urge to follow her in bliss. They had all night to get to know one another and only had two condoms.

When her body went limp, Trey shifted his arms to either side of her body to rest on his elbows. He brushed her sweat-damp hair from her face and waited for her to open her eyes. He grinned while she struggled with the effort to pry her eyelids open.

“That was amazing,” she gushed. “Did you come? I wasn’t paying attention.”

He shook his head.

“Does that mean there’s more?” She had that same my-life-is-a-dream-come-true look on her face that she’d sported when flittering her contract at him by the hot tub.

He bit his lip and nodded.

She made a fist of victory and shouted, “Yes!”

Trey laughed and lowered his body to snuggle her close against his chest. Still buried deep inside her, he rocked his hips slightly. She shifted to wrap her legs around his waist, her heels pressing into his ass to encourage deeper penetration. Her arms circled his body and drew him closer, her hands sliding over his sweaty back.

“Closer,” she murmured. “I want you closer.”

He buried his face in her neck and nuzzled her throat. “I don’t think I can get any closer,” he said, his words muffled by her flesh.

Her arms and legs tightened around him. “Try.”

He drew his arms against her, until he was touching her with as much of his skin as possible. She sighed in contentment and turned her face into his hair. “Thanks for indulging me. Most guys hate to cuddle.”

“I love it,” he said and grinned. “Brian calls me Mr. Cuddles.”

“ Brian does?”

Her hold on him loosened and his heart sank. He’d been so at ease that he’d let his guard down and forgotten that he was playing the role of a fully heterosexual man. “Several girls complained to him.” Even that little lie closed a part of him to Reagan. He wasn’t sure if he felt relieved or sad that he couldn’t tell her everything.

She squeezed him again. “I’m not complaining.”

“I’m even better at it after I come,” he said, digging his toes into the mattress and rocking forward to remind her that he was still hard and yet unfulfilled. At least sexually. He was feeling pretty good about the connection between them. Like he could tell her almost anything.

“What’s your favorite position?” she asked.

He lifted his head to look down at her in question. “Mine?” Several of his favorite threesome encounters, where he and Brian had simultaneously pleasured a woman, filled his mind. He loved working his cock against another man’s while being buried inside a woman. Trey could feel a blush of heat rise up his neck. Reagan was in no way ready for that bit of information. “No one has ever asked me that,” he said truthfully.

Her brow furrowed. “Why not?”

“My lovers tend to let me please them.”

“You already did that. Now it’s my turn to please you.”

“You please me by letting me please you.”

She closed one eye and gave him her you’re-full-of-shit look. “No one is that selfless.”

He shrugged. “Believe what you want.”

“If you won’t tell me, I’ll figure it out for myself.”

She went limp beneath him, her arms straightening at her sides, her legs falling open. She planted her heels in the mattress and rocked her hips to encourage him to thrust. He began to move with her, pulling back and thrusting forward with a deep, steady rhythm. She watched him as the pleasure she offered washed over him and he began to take her faster. His eyes drifted closed as he lost all semblance of rational thought and focused solely on finding release. Reagan shoved him onto his back. He groaned as his cock fell free of her body, and that glorious building sensation in his groin abated. And then he was inside her again. He regained enough sense to remember he should touch her. Give her pleasure. She took his hands and held them as she began to rise and fall over him, taking him deep within her and grinding her hips before rising again. She continued to watch him as she rode him and he soon lost himself to the pleasure again. With nothing to concentrate on but Reagan’s heat, her friction, Trey allowed himself to be completely immersed in sensation. After several minutes she climbed off of him and settled on her hands and knees facing the end of the bed. She didn’t need to tell him what she wanted. She was trying different positions to see which he enjoyed the most. Truth was he loved them all. He shifted to kneel behind her and slid inside her. He held onto her ass and rubbed her anus with both thumbs as he plunged into her slick core.