Launi

I have no words, and my mouth is dry as I try to catch my breath. I can still feel the racing pleasure of nerves igniting up and down my legs as I tremble beneath him. His big blue eyes watch me as he fills me up in one slow but purposeful thrust. I know I'm tight around him, swollen from the blood that has been rushing there this entire time. Rye's eyes close tightly but his mouth parts as he reaches the furthest depth possible.

"Oh, fuck me," he curses. When his hazy eyes find mine again, he pulls his hips back, dragging his cock inside me deliciously slow. He watches my face until he's nearly all the way out. My hands grip his biceps, and I lift my hips, trying to keep him inside longer. That movement makes him hold his breath. He looks between us, and I follow his gaze. Seeing him and I connected that way is so hot I know I'll remember it forever. His abs are flexed, and his pants are still visible, evidence of how badly he needed to be inside. When he looks up to catch me also looking at us joined, it's as if it's too much for him to take. In one smooth motion, he shifts his weight to his left arm and grabs my hip with his right hand, guiding me onto his cock as he thrusts forward again.

I follow his lead, tipping my hips to increase the depth he can enter me. Each time his tip reaches the furthest point inside me, we release the air in our lungs, sucking more in as he slides out again. Our breathing is in sync, and our bodies move together as if we've practiced. His fingers grip me tightly, and I know I'll have marks on my hip tomorrow, but somehow that only makes this hotter. I want him to mark me. I want the evidence of what we've done somewhere secret where only he and I can see.

Rye is lost in the motion, his eyes closing as if to try and hold back his release, but then he opens them again, taking in my body moving below him. "So good," he says, sucking my bottom lip into his mouth as he moves inside me.

"I want to watch you again," he says. I don't think I can. I've never had two before, but he doesn't wait for my response. He moves to his knees. My legs fall further open as he grips my hips and slides me up over his thighs. His one hand guides himself inside me again while the other pulls me tightly against his pelvis bone. I'm stretched around him, the angle allowing deep penetration while also serving up my most sensitive parts right to his fingertips. He licks his thumb slowly. I am mesmerized by the tattoos stretching across his strong arms. My hands clench the bedsheets at my sides. There's no way I can have another orgasm but watching his tongue on his thumb and then the slow way he moves it to my clit has me rethinking that.

As soon as he touches me, my back arches. I'm already close. "That's it, baby," he tells me as he begins to move in small circles with both his hips and his thumb. This time when I orgasm, I swear I must lose consciousness. The stars dance at the outside of my vision, and I gasp for air. Rye groans and holds my hips tight and high against his own as I clench and spasm around him. At the height of it, he rocks back, sliding me away before bringing me to him again and again quickly and with force. Finally, he tenses and holds me close as he finishes. His mouth open, his eyes locked onto my body.

We don't move. Both of us try hard to catch our breaths. After a minute, he pulls out of me and moves to lay at my side. Both of us stare up at the ceiling of the hotel room, spent and unable to communicate. He doesn't try to hold my hand, but he does grip my wrist gently, letting me know I'm not alone in this moment.

When we've both regained our composure, he sits up on the side of the bed, lifting his hips to put his underwear and pants back up. I pull the edge of the comforter over my body, feeling exposed without the fog of lust from before. He gets up and goes to the bathroom. I hear the water run and then he returns with a small towel, one end wet from the faucet. He hands it to me, leaning down to press a kiss to my forehead.

"You don't have to cover up in front of me Launi," he says sweetly. "I love seeing every inch of you."

I laugh softly and throw the towel back at him when I'm done. He's just finished zipping his jeans when there's a knock on his hotel room door. His eyes go wide, and he motions for me to be quiet. I pull the comforter tighter over me, the reality of the situation sinking in.

He is about to say something, but the knocking grows more insistent, so he leaves my room, shutting his door behind him.