Free Blown by Braxton Cole Page B

crazy-fast tempo he'd established was pretty fucking okay, too.
     
    "I can't last." He pressed his body against mine, pushing me into the bed with driving force, his hard abdomen slapping against mine with every thrust. He wrapped his arms around mine, snaking under my body and coming up to grip my shoulders from beneath. I was pinned and at his mercy. He stroked in and out of me and all I felt was the rising tide of fire building inside me, ready to burst open again.
     
    "I'm close," I gasped. Too close, but that's the way it went with Mateo. It didn't matter how many times he made me co me, my body craved him. I couldn't get enough. Aching and bruised, my body rose every time, quick and hard and insatiable, desperate to come for him again and again.
     
    "You need to come now. Please, Roni." His words were stilted and hot, buried in my throat.
     
    "Almost."
     
    "Now." He bit down on my neck, pulling the skin between his teeth and sucking until my whole existence was limited to the thrust of his cock into my cunt and his mouth against my throat. He released it with a pop, then he rose up on his knees, jerking my hips up to meet him.
     
    With my shoulders on the bed and the rest of my body bowed up to meet him, he slammed his hips into mine, thrusting and pounding with relentless fervor. Sweat lined his brow, his face contorted on the edge of release.
     
    "Please." His legs trembled with the early warning signs of orgasm, and his grip on my waist tightened even f urther, then he moved his hands to my breasts. He squeezed, and pinched harder than should have been comfortable, but all it did was drive me higher, accelerating the desire coursing through my body. He thrust once, twice, and then once more, as his finger twisted my nipples to force me over the edge with him. He held himself deep in my cunt, his cock throbbing and jerking as he released inside me.
     
    He shouted my name, and I tipped over the edge, my orgasm blooming low and spreading like wild fire through my body.
     
    Mateo collapsed on top of me and that position, his full weight resting against me, was quickly becoming my favorite place to be. I loved the feel of him, solid and strong, holding me fast. His breath puffed against my neck, blowing over the bruise left behind by his teeth. He kissed gently at my distressed skin, his mouth stretching into a smile against it.
     
    "Your neck is never going to recover." He kissed it again. Then, for good measure, he kissed the hickey on the other side that he'd left the previous day.
     
    I held his head tight against me. He was right. Moreover, I didn't think I would ever recover. My heart was well past the point of no return and I had no idea what to do about it. I exhaled completely, letting out all the air in my lungs and letting Mateo sink more deeply into my body. My hold on him was desperate and clingy and all the things I'd never allowed myself to be with a man.
     
    He held onto me just as tight.
     
    And then my phone rang, the Hawaii 5-0 theme music that I'd assigned to my boss. I sighed, but didn't move to answer. Mateo gripped me just a little tighter.
     
    "How long can you ignore that?" He sounded sad but resigned.
     
    "Not very."
     
    He started to move, but I wasn't ready to let him go. He was still inside me, smaller, but there. I wasn't ready to give up the feeling of being covered and filled by him. I held him fast, refusing to let him get up.
     
    "Not yet. Just a few more minutes. Please." It was foolish and pointless. I was simply delaying the inevitable. I had to get up and get dressed and go about the business of catching bad guys. And Mateo needed to get back to the business of being a bad guy.
     
    He stayed, but the mood had shifted. The moment of clear, beautiful peace that we shared between us was replaced with restless tension, with the knowing that it was all temporary.
     
    He rose up above me, pulling back until he could look into my eyes. "Are you sure you won't consider a