Free Hardcore: Volume 1 by Staci Hart

me up, putting me at an angle, and I held on with my shoulders pressed into the bed. He pulled out and slammed in, and a moan passed my lips. My walls were tight around him, my heart jackhammering as he slammed in again, grinding against my clit with each flex of his hips.
    My mouth hung open, my eyes half shut as I looked up the line of my body at Van holding my thighs around his waist. My gaze locked on the seam where our bodies met, my lip between my teeth at the sight of my panties pulled to the side of his cock.
    His lids were heavy as he drove into me, each thrust holding more purpose than the one before. It was so good, too soon, and I held on and closed my eyes, wanting to draw it out, make it last. My fingers tightened around the headboard, my body tight as a coil as I tried to hold back.
    “Let go, Cory.”
    It was the first time he’d said my name, and the second it passed his lips, a fire shot through my body, through my mind. Everything exploded, and I came with a cry. I knew he was talking about my orgasm. I knew that. But that’s not what I heard.
    He was right behind me, his fingers digging into my thighs as he came, but I was barely able to comprehend what was happening, my body exhausted as I tried to make sense of a single thing in the universe and came up short.
    Van lowered me onto the bed and collapsed on top of me. My heavy arms wrapped around him, and we held each other with shaking breaths and bodies.
    I was so sated, so relaxed that I think I fell asleep for a second, my eyes opening slowly when he shifted on top of me. His hand found the bend in my neck, his thumb shifting slowly as he nuzzled into my hair. I turned to his face, and he tilted his chin to kiss me.  
    It was different from any kiss he’d given me before, soft and slow, the urgency burned away to leave only tenderness, edging on worship. Fear snaked through my chest, and I pulled away, smiling to cover it.
    “Too tired to run?” I asked.
    “Never.” He nipped at my lip and rolled off of me to head to the bathroom.
    I peeled myself off the bed and looked around stupidly for my clothes, blushing when I realized my bra was still pulled down.  
    Get a grip, I thought as I righted my tits. I ditched my panties and looked around for my jeans, finding them half under an armchair across the room. I didn’t remember throwing them that far.
    Van chuckled from behind me. “Wow.”
    “I know,” I laughed and pulled them on.
    He wet his lips as he watched, folding his arms across his bare chest, his gray sweats hanging low on his hips. “It’s gonna be hard to run with you knowing you’ve got nothing on under your jeans.”
    “Guess you’ll be motivated to keep up with me, then.” I shoved him in the arm when I walked past, but he grabbed me and pulled me against his chest, his skin hot to the touch.  
    “I don’t remember having to try too hard,” he said softly, his lips inches from mine, and instantly, I wanted him again.
    “You better watch it or we’ll never leave.”
    His lips brushed against mine, but he didn’t kiss me. “I’m okay with that.”
    I only had to shift by a degree to connect our lips, and with his hand in my hair and another in the small of my back, we kissed deep, finding an easy rhythm. After a moment, I brought my lips together and leaned back to look up at him.
    “Let’s run,” I said. “We have all night, if you’ll have me.”
    “I’ll take all night, and I’m going to keep you.”
    I closed my eyes and kissed him again with a cold ache in my chest. He didn’t even know me, and if he knew the truth about who I was, he’d never want me. But you can’t keep him.  
    I broke away and turned to look for my shirt, not wanting to meet his eyes. “Come on, Sullivan. I want to see what you’ve really got. Get ready to impress me.”
    He laughed and pulled on a tight tank, then sat on the end of his bed to slip on running shoes before standing and grabbing his slouchy beanie. The level of