Free Monsters Under the Bed by Susan Laine

shivered within from a cold I could not define, and his warmth was blazing before me, a source of light and life and heat.
    I needed his sex to live.
    Then Ford grabbed me fiercely under my arms and pulled me up on my feet. I was sort of aware I was growling and fighting back, but he stopped me—only to shove my jeans down in one swift motion and free my dick. I sighed with relief I had not known I needed.
    I didn’t care where Ford got the packet of lube, but next thing I knew there was a cool substance coating my erection as he rubbed it on me. Then he swiveled around and braced himself against the stall wall. I took hold of his hips and watched as my slicked cock slipped between his round, firm ass cheeks and slid past his twitching hole over and over.
    “Sam, please.” Ford’s voice was nothing but a choked outcry.
    I shook all over, my skin tingling in anticipation.
    I inched one finger inside his tight, hot channel to open him up, but he swayed his butt in protest, grunting. “Don’t need any more prep. Do it, Sam. Do it!”
    And I did.
    I thrust my cock inside Ford’s ass in one motion, and he screamed in pleasure.
    His muscles clamped down on me, strangling the life out of me, and I was practically yelling. Far in the background of my haze, I heard other noises like mine join in. The orgies went on outside too.
    But then Ford relaxed, and he shoved his ass back at me, hard, demanding me to take him. It was my pleasure. I pulled out and pushed back in. The slip in and slide out made the hairs on my nape rise up, like a lightning bolt had struck me. I became an animal rutting in heat, desperate to get off—with him.
    I fucked Ford as hard, deep, and fast as I could, completely out of my mind with the love and lust I felt for him. And he responded beautifully. We were in sync, harmonized, and fundamentally compatible. He was my man, my perfect lover, my match made in heaven.
    There was no slow, sensuous glide toward the peak of pleasure. No, there was only the yearning that burned in my veins and the quick rush toward the inevitable climax.
    There were no words to describe the feverish urgency of the mating.
    I felt Ford’s skin, sweaty and hot and shivering, beneath my fingers. His breathing was shallow and forced, and he was making sharp, keening noises. His palm landed on my thigh, his mere touch inciting me to go on. I could barely stand, my knees about to give out, but I snaked my hand below his waist to his erect dick and began to tug adamantly.
    “Oh, fuck, yeah,” Ford shouted out hoarsely.
    Funny how that raspy comment was all I needed in the end.
    My orgasm washed over me, tearing through me and taking me for a ride on the crest of the wave. I shouted out loud, deafening myself. I spilled my load inside Ford, the involuntary jerks propelling me to continue until I had spent every last drop. My hand on his cock stuttered, but by then he was coming too, and wet, sticky heat covered my hand. The smell of fresh spunk filled my nostrils, and as I collapsed on top of his back, I couldn’t focus on anything else.
    Panting helplessly, I waited out the afterglow. I had nothing more to give. I doubted I could’ve lifted a finger.
    Then his hand came to rest on mine that still grasped at his now flaccid cock and freed my numb, clenched fingers from around him.
    “Sorry, babe,” I mumbled, my gravelly voice all but gone.
    A breathless burst of laughter came from him, and my cock slipped out of him. “I’m not hurt, love. It’s all good.”
    On wobbly feet I straightened myself, releasing him. “Jesus….” I honestly couldn’t remember when I had been this rough on him during sex. I had a flood of apologies on the tip of my tongue.
    As if anticipating me, he hushed me by turning around and gently kissing my lips. His were swollen from my harsh love bites. “I love you, Sam. Every time I think I couldn’t possibly love you any more or my heart would explode, you prove me wrong.”
    The relief that