Page 73 of Not Safe For Work

Met his gaze.

Had a heartbeat, maybe two, to drink in the sight of him—flushed, sweaty, muscles standing out—as he slammed into me.

And I came.

Rick slowed down a little. He bit his lip, his features pulling tight as if he were halfway between deep concentration and intense pain. “Please let me come,” he moaned. “Please—”

“Come.”

He threw his head back and slammed into me, knocking the breath out of my lungs. He thrust hard a few times, buried himself as deep as he could and shuddered.

Then he sank down on top of me. “Thank you,” he murmured, and kissed beneath my jaw.

As I stroked his hair, I realized exactly why I’d gone so long without bottoming—because it had been ages since I’d been with someone who didn’t take advantage of being on top. Someone who understood that just because I was taking his dick didn’t mean I was giving up control. With Rick, I could be flat on my stomach, relaxed to the edge of consciousness and letting him fuck me, and he was still submissive.

On rubbery limbs, we both got up and cleaned ourselves off. Between the sweat, semen and massage oil, we’d probably need another shower. For the moment, though, we just collapsed in his bed.

“How the hell did I get so lucky?” I cradled his face and kissed him. “Even when you’re on top, you’re the perfect sub.”

“I live to please.”

“And you do it so well.” I drew back to meet his gaze. “I’m not kidding—when I’m running on all eight cylinders again, you’re getting the night of your life.”

“Every night I’ve spent with you so far has been the night of my life.” Rick smiled, caressing my face. “The only thing I regret is not pinging you sooner on Leathr because this is perfect.”

My heart fluttered. Yeah, it was, wasn’t it? I couldn’t even kid myself about him being out of my league anymore. Whatever differences we had outside the bedroom didn’t matter when we were like this. Rick was the submissive I’d been looking for.

He cocked his head. “You’re spacing out. You okay?”

“Yeah.” I smiled, drawing him closer. “Just plotting how I’m going to make all this up to you. Because I am definitely going to.”

He laughed softly. “Well, I have to admit, I’m looking forward to whatever you come up with.”

I flashed him a toothy grin. “Oh, just you wait…”