Free Melt by Cari Quinn

his predicament—though he thought the purpling head of his shaft
was a strong clue—she turned back, condom in hand, and moved to sheath him.
    Justin shook his head and forced out a breath. “I’ll do it.”
He grabbed the condom and forced the latex over his erection as fast as
possible, wincing at even that much friction. He’d be lucky if he got off two
strokes before he came.
    Teasingly, she pinched the end of the rubber. “Barely fits.”
Her smug whisper next to his ear had him grinning.
    “Your fault.”
    “ Mmmhmm .” She stepped over him,
cupping her breasts, and stood with one foot on each side of his hips. That she
enjoyed her body so freely stoked his own desire. “And I intend to enjoy every
inch.”
    When she started to lower herself, he shook his head again
and reached up to give her ass a gentle smack. “Other way.”
    Interest fired in her gaze. “You are a bad boy.”
    “Not that other way. Not yet.” He let out a low laugh as she
turned around and crouched, wrapping her fingers around the base of his length.
The vise of her hold acted like a cock clamp, simultaneously cutting off blood
flow and increasing the pressure in the tip. “Fuck, woman,” he growled.
    She smirked at him over her shoulder. “About to.”
    He drew up his knees to give her some leverage. She planted
her feet and sank onto him, her long moan filling the room as she took him all
the way in. Sweet fuck, her pussy was still convulsing, residual waves that
traveled the length of his dick. He grabbed her hips, his thumbs digging into
the swells of her ass. Her peach cheeks were flawless, but the purple and
yellow bruises mottling her back tamped down on his need to brand her skin with
his hands. She was already marked enough.
    “Ready for me?”
    “Yes,” she hissed, squeezing him until his view of her
supple back splintered with embers from the fire. Except this one was in his
head, enveloping everything.
    Groaning, he lifted his hips and buried himself balls-deep.
Staring at himself embedded in her body, feeling the incredible sensation of
being cradled by her damp heat, snatched away the control he had left. Her
thighs and ass flexed as she rode him, her nails digging into his knees while
she bounced. Somehow she reached down to roll her thumb over his sac, and he
cursed, rewarding her with a slow swivel of his hips as he drove home again and
again.
    “God, you feel so…”
    “Yeah.” There were no words, especially when their harsh
breathing and unintelligible grunts filled the room. Still, a noise distantly
reached his ears. A thump. Once, twice. Kylie never seemed to notice.
    With his nerve endings scraped raw, his muscles tautened
like piano wire, he glanced at the foggy front door. They’d been doing enough
heavy breathing to permanently cloud the glass. But with one glimpse of the
hulking shadow on the opposite side of the door, he knew who was watching them.
    “Kylie,” he murmured, running his hand up her damp back. She
shivered under his touch, but she only moved faster, taking him into her body
hard enough that he groaned with each pass.
    “Fuck me.” The words were a moan. “Make me not remember
anymore.”
    Did she know Rob was there? He couldn’t see her face, didn’t
know if her eyes were closed. But he couldn’t stay silent. She had to know—
    “Kylie—” He gritted his teeth and tried to speak through the
intense pleasure hammering his system. She was so lubed up, their bodies
separated and joined with delirious ease, the wet sounds of their passion one
more thrill.
    She rubbed her clit, her fingers skimming his dick every
time he forged in and out. “Oh yeah. Right there.” Her scream almost tore him
in two, but the follow-up of her juice bathing his cock finished him off. “So
good.” She moved faster, milking her climax for all it was worth. “God, I love
fucking you,” she panted.
    “Oh yeah, yeah, baby. Drench me in that cream.”
    He surged up again, muscles straining, his