Page 45 of Ransom
He turned on his side and propped his head on his hand, and looked at me. There was still a smear of cum on his jaw he hadn't gotten. I reached up and dragged my thumb through it and put it between his lips and he sucked it clean without breaking eye contact.
"Christ," I muttered.
"You're easy."
"I'm forty seconds out from coming, give me a break."
I grabbed his hip and yanked him closer. He laughed against my shoulder. The laugh turned into a hiss when his bruised hipbone hit mine, and I bit his ear in apology, and he bit my collarbone in return.
I gave it ninety seconds. Maybe two minutes. Long enough to drink some water from the glass on the nightstand and pass it to him and watch him drink, his throat working, the marks on it dark in the lamplight. Long enough for him to say, "you got something to clean up with, or are we doing this dirty?" and forme to say, "dirty," and for him to grin at me like I'd given him the right answer.
The second round was slower.
I had him on his side this time, chest to back, my arm under his neck and my hand on his throat, stroking the bite mark I'd put there. My other hand was on his hip, holding him against me. I pushed back into him and he was wet and loose from the first round and the slide of it almost ended me.
"Easy," he breathed. "Easy, darlin'."
"Don't call me darlin'."
"Make me stop."
I bit the back of his neck.
He went boneless against me, and I started moving in long, deep strokes. I had my hand flat over his heart. I could feel it kicking against my palm, and I rocked into him slow and steady and listened to him breathe.
"Ransom."
"Yeah."
"You feel that?"
"What?"
"Cum. Yours. Still in me."
I groaned into his shoulder.
"Like that, huh?"
"Shut up."
"Make me."
I covered his mouth with my hand. His tongue came out and licked my palm, and he laughed against it. I bit his shoulder, but he only laughed harder. I drove into him and felt my own release easing the way and lost what was left of my mind.
"Touch yourself."
He wrapped a hand around his cock and started stroking in rhythm with my thrusts, and I watched his fist work over his shoulder, watched pre-cum bead at the tip and slick the headand run down over his knuckles. I took my hand off his mouth and brought it down to join his, and he let me. Our fingers tangled around him. He was hard again, fully hard, and slick, and the sounds coming out of him were past words now.
"Gonna —"
"Yeah."
"Where —"
"On your stomach. On the sheets. Anywhere. I don't care."
He came again, and it was less than the first time, but it was more for being earned. His whole body shook through it, and his ass clenched around me, and I followed him over, the second orgasm building from somewhere I didn't know I had it. I drove in deep and held there and emptied into him a second time and bit the back of his neck through it.
