Free Sultry Sunset by Mary Calmes Page A

against him. “Get the lube.”
    “Where?”
    I pointed at the nightstand and he stretched for it, pulled the drawer out, dumped it but got the lube. We could collect the television remotes, mechanical pencils I did the Sunday crossword with, and lip balm later. The only thing I cared about at the moment was having Michael Rojas inside me.
    “Did you fuck anyone without a condom?” I was afraid of the answer, and also, there was suddenly a niggling doubt in the back of my head. I didn’t know what about, I was just anxious.
    “No, sir,” he answered, his voice low and guttural as he snapped open the cap.
    “If you sleep with anyone other than—”
    “Oh no,” he cautioned. “I’m made loyal. It’s gonna be just us.”
    “You’re going to break so many—” I gasped as he slid two lube-slicked fingers into my ass. “—hearts when they find out.”
    “Nope,” Michael said, withdrawing fast, rolling over on his back, lying down beside me. “No hearts involved ’cept yours and mine.”
    He was breathtaking, stretched out on my bed, in my room, in my house, in my life… he was mine, and my brain had not caught up with where my heart already was.
    “I know you,” he mentioned.
    “What?”
    “You were thinking, he may love me, but when it comes down to it, I’m not a woman and the only way he’ll be able to be inside me is from behind.”
    “No, I—”
    “Yes,” he stopped me, as he slicked his enormous, engorged cock with lube. “But I promise you: I know you’re a man—a very strong, handsome, beautiful man who I want more than anything to watch fuck himself on my dick.”
    He knew me so well, all those nights together, the endless conversations, the constant banter, and the complete, unconditional support. We’d been in the middle of our relationship before either of us even knew we’d begun.
    “Come here.”
    I leaned into him, and he kissed every part of me he could reach. Face, neck, shoulders, stomach, until I couldn’t think, and he didn’t seem to want to stop.
    “Please touch me,” he moaned. “I wanna come all over you and your bed.”
    “You’re killing me,” I moaned hoarsely.
    “Me?” Michael rasped. “God, Hutch, do you have any idea what you look like right now? Could you please just put your hands all over me?”
    I could do better.
    Straddling his thighs, I lifted over him only to sink slowly down, inch by inch, the lube and the rimming allowing for the steady breach as I stretched around his considerable girth, until I was finally and completely impaled on his shaft.
    “Oh fuck!” he snarled. It was primal and dark, and his hands on my thighs would leave bruises. I was not going anywhere. Since no one else had ever laid claim, I was content in a way I’d never been before.
    His hips rolled under me as he pushed up to meet my downward thrusts, a smooth retreat followed by the thrum of us coming together, the rhythm increasing quickly, driving, pounding, as I grabbed hold of my cock and tugged to the same tempo.
    “Jesus, Hutch, you’re so fuckin’ tight, you feel so—Hutch!”
    His words were pushed aside by his roar as he suddenly came, exploding with a cry, shivering hard with his release, pulsing deep within my body.
    I spattered his abdomen seconds later, no way to avoid it from where I was, head back, eyes closed, riding him to my completion, feeling my muscles clamp down around him, not ready to let him go.
    “Goddammit.”
    My head snapped forward, and I checked to see why the first word out of his mouth after the best sex of my life was a curse.
    “We just blew the dog’s mind.”
    I turned to look for my dog, and there was Benny, sitting in the doorway, head tipped, looking utterly confused. “You should’ve locked the doggie door so he couldn’t get back in.”
    “Yeah, now he’s messed up for life, poor bastard.”
    I snorted out a laugh.
    “It’s like he’s never seen you in bed with someone before.”
    Ridiculous man, ridiculous