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His legs wrapped around my back, hips straining up. I started moving, grinding against him fast, too frantic now to draw it out. Shoving an arm under his back, I pinned him to me as tightly as possible until there wasn’t an inch of space between us and groaned helplessly into his neck, my hot forehead pressed to the pillow. Our cocks slid together between our stomachs, everything hot and slick with lube and pre-cum.

Rafe’s fingers were digging hard into my back as he moaned with every breath, burying his nose and mouth against my shoulder. We were writhing together feverishly with no finesse, which wasn’t like me. I always maintained a degree of control during sex, but I’d completely lost all of it.

I imagined us being in this exact position except with my cock inside him, fucking him hard, and a desperate groan tore from my throat as I thrust my hips faster.

“Jesus.” My eyes squeezed shut from the pleasure. “I want to fuck you so bad, Rafe. Just like this.”

He cried out and clutched my back tighter, nodding frantically against my shoulder.

I groaned helplessly. “You want me to fuck you, kitten?”

“Yes,” he moaned, a hand shooting up to fist my hair as he stiffened and started to shake wildly. “Fuck! Dan… I’m c-coming.”

His cock throbbed against mine. Wet heat spurted between our stomachs as his head ground back into the pillow with a strained shout. His legs squeezed my hips tight as my manic thrusting grew erratic, my own orgasm barrelling down on me at the feel of his.

I held him tighter to me when it hit, groaning desperately into his neck as my cock flexed and spurted cum all over his stomach. White noise filled my ears, my whole body straining until the tension abruptly fled as my orgasm ended and I sagged on top of him.

Our heaving chests rubbed together as we both tried to catch our breath. I could feel his heart thundering as hard and fast as mine was. I groaned softly into the pillow, trying to find the strength to move. I was probably crushing him.

Jesus. I wasn’t sure I’d survive being inside him if that was any indication. I couldn’t even figure out why it felt this good. I’d had a lot of sex in my life. There wasn’t much I hadn’t tried at least once by this point. I’d done things that would probably make Rafe feel too intimidated to ever touch me again.

But doing this with him just felt more… intense than sex usually did. Intense in a different way.

You’re just really, really attracted to him, I told myself, trying not to overthink it.

Now wasn’t the time to think about anything. I’d just come ridiculously hard, and I was so exhausted I could fall asleep right on top of him.

Rafe exhaled a slow, trembling breath as his pulse started to calm. His hands smoothed over my shoulders, and he loosened his legs’ grip around my hips before eventually letting them slide off. I turned to nuzzle his neck, pressing a soft kiss there. Rafe shivered, running a palm along my nape. I hummed with pleasure at the soothing touch, relaxing deeper into him. I knew I had to move, but I still wasn’t doing it.

When I finally lifted my head, spots danced in my vision. With an exhausted groan, I rolled off him and collapsed onto my back, shoving my hair away from my sweat-damp face.

Rafe shifted upright beside me with a breathless chuckle. Automatically, I reached over to smooth my hand along the small of his back.

“You look more wrecked than I feel.”

I managed a tired grin, my eyelids already drooping. “You wore me out, kitten.”

He huffed in amusement, reaching over to briefly rub my chest. My slowing pulse stuttered a little at the touch, but he was already shifting away to get out of bed.

“Let me go get something to clean up before you…” He trailed off awkwardly, and I heard him pad out of the room.

I knew I needed to get up. Get going. Rafe didn’t want me here now we were done. He’d want to sleep in peace. Alone.

But I literally couldn’t move. My muscles had given up for the rest of the night. Plus, Rafe’s bed was warm and comfortable and smelled like him. I tried to open my eyes when I realised they’d closed, but I couldn’t. I felt myself drifting off and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

I never even heard Rafe come back into the room, dead to the world in seconds.

Chapter Thirty-Four

All Very Casual

Rafe

I woke up before my alarm, warm and comfortable and feeling that sweet sense of relief when I realised I still had a little more time to sleep.

I’d slept hard, my face smushed into the pillow, and I smacked my lips when I felt drool on my chin, but I was too comfortable to move and wipe it away. I was lying on my belly, splayed out, and when I dragged my knee higher, I realised there was something on my ass.

A hand.