The Last Guy

“We really shouldn’t do this . . .” My voice is breathless.

“Agreed.”

He strides toward the bed, his eyes never leaving mine. He’s focused, determined, and I watch as he unfastens his belt, the top of his jeans, his zipper.

“This is a terrible idea.”

“Yes,” he murmurs, cupping my face. I sigh and lean into his palm, letting the sizzle between us electrify me. If I do this . . . if I go through with boning him . . . it’s going to be the best sex of my life, judging by the tiny raised hairs all over my body.

I scoot to the foot of the bed so I’m right in front of him and my head is level with his waist. Looking up, I slide my palms to his sides, pushing his jeans lower. He’s standing in front of me in black boxer briefs. I slide my palms up and down against the hot planes of his pelvis, teasing him, tracing my fingers around the straining bulge of his erection. “We’re gonna regret this.”

A long shudder comes from him, and his eyes are heavy-lidded as he watches me. “I don’t think so, Stone. Not in a million fucking years.” He leans down and his lips capture mine, his tongue sweeping inside my mouth, exploring, owning me.

Using my fingernails, I catch the edge of his briefs, and drag them down his thighs. His incredible cock springs free, a drop of precum on the tip. I curl my fingers around his thick shaft, smoothing my thumb over it.

Breath hisses through his teeth, and his large hands move to my face, fingers curling into the sides of my hair. He wants me to suck him off, but I’ve found building up the anticipation is such sweet torture. I blink up at him as I trace my fingernails along his inner thighs to his sack, lightly scratching him.

“Jesus.” His brow lowers, eyes burning with desire when I finally flick my tongue out and around the tip of his penis.

“Fuck, yeah,” his voice breaks, as I fist him, pumping his shaft as I suck at the tip.

Leaning back, I pick up the moisture with my hand and work him faster as I take him in my mouth again, pulling him farther to the back of my throat. Our eyes meet, and I can see he’s on the edge. I feel his hips moving, picking up the pace. His lids are lowered, eyes glazed, and I’m sure he’s about to shoot down my throat when he stops me.

Holding my cheeks, he moves me back. His dick pops out of my mouth and bobs at me as he leans forward, moving me onto my back.

“I want inside that sweet pussy,” he growls, reaching down for my thighs and pushing my legs up and open. He blinks down and moves back, dropping to his knees and sliding his tongue from my center to my clit.

“Cade! Oh . . . oh . . .” My hips jump, and I’m gasping and chanting as his tongue follows a fast figure eight over and over my clit. That luscious beard scruffs and teases my inner thighs, and I’m winding tighter with every pass. I’m so close to coming. “Oh, yes . . . oh, yes!”

He leans back, and a cool breeze drifts over us before he plunges into me with one swift drive.

He’s thrusting fast and hard, bigger than any guy I’ve ever slept with, and it’s a deliciously erotic stretch I’ve never felt before. He’s hovering over me, and I hear his breathing. I see the bead of sweat glistening on his cheek, and I want to lick his entire body. Instead, I gently push his shoulder.

Our eyes meet in a flash, and it only takes him a moment to understand. My legs go tight around his waist, and he cups my ass, rolling us over so I can be on top. He’s lying back on the bed, and I’m sitting straight up, brazen in the moonlight. My knees are on the mattress, and I start to rotate my hips, circling like a hula dancer.

I’m on my knees grinding my clit against his body with every rotation, faster and faster. My eyes flutter shut, and my entire focus is on the orgasm building in my core.

Cade thrusts up, and I throw my head back as the pressure explodes in my belly. My pelvis clenches into a burning, tight ball, and I call out, my voice breathy and broken.

Imaginary metallic glitter falls all around us as my body shakes and clenches through a mind-erasing orgasm. Cade’s large hands grasp mine, our fingers clasped as I ride it out.

It feels so good, it’s almost painful. I never want it to end, but just as fast, Cade snatches his hands out of mine.

“Oh, fuck!” He scoops me by the ass up and off his dick, resting me back on his thighs.

I’m still shaking, and I reach down to rub my clit as he pumps his cock with his fist, groaning and bucking his hips as he comes, the thick white liquid landing on his stomach and my thighs. Another shimmer of orgasm moves down my legs, and I reach forward to cover his hand with mine, moving slower as his orgasm tapers.

Our eyes lock. We’re facing each other in the moonlight, panting hard, covered in sweat. I’ve never felt more satisfied. Cade is gorgeous in my bed. The muscles across his stomach flex, forming a six-pack as he sits up, facing me where I’m straddling him.

Holy shit.

“I didn’t have a condom,” he says apologetically. “I wasn’t sure if you were on the pill.”

“I am,” I sigh, with a smile, resting my forearms on his shoulders.

“Still, I figured it wasn’t polite to come inside without a condom.” He turns his face and kisses my arm. “I mean, without the proper conversations and paperwork.”

“You’re very considerate,” I tease. “I think we violated all safe sex standards when I put your dick in my mouth.”

“Fuck, that was a stellar blow job. I almost shot right down your beautiful throat.”

My lips curl in a smile. I even chuckle. “It’s the foreplay, the teasing . . .”

“You’re so tight. You felt like a virgin on my dick.” He moves his lips to my jaw, kissing the side of my neck.

I lean my head to the side. “You make a habit of fucking virgins?”

“Mm.” He runs his mouth up behind my ear, and tingles flow through my insides. “We all have our first.”

“I suppose you’re right.” My eyes start to close. My nipples are taut and tingling, and I want him to suck them. I want him to make me come again, but for now, we’re both covered in the product of our last orgasms.

“We should shower,” I say, and his head rises.

Strong arms wrap around my waist and he lifts me, sliding us to the edge of the bed. Once again, he’s carrying me, my legs around his hips.

“Tell me the way.” He grins, and my soft tits press against his rock-hard chest.

We both smell like faded cologne, sweat, and sex mixed with the faint lavender scent Chas likes to spray around the house.

“To the front, opposite hall.”

He’s walking quickly through the dim apartment, following my directions.

“That thing you did with your hips—”

“It’s a shimmy—”

“Blew my mind.”

“We can do it again.” Resting my forehead against his shoulder. I feel light and buzzy. “I used to take a belly dancing fitness class.”

“I’ve never felt anything like it.”

We’re in the bathroom, and I push back, lowering my legs to stand. Facing the shower, I lean forward to turn on the water and test the temperature. I feel the heat of Cade at my back, and I’m suddenly aware my ass is pointed right at him.

“Oh!” I moan as his long fingers slide between my thighs, cupping my pussy, testing inside.

“You’re still wet,” he groans.