#FinishLine (GearShark #5)

by Cambria Hebert

  His intake of breath made my sack tighten and spurred me on.

  I moved to the rest of my clothes, leisurely taking them off, making sure to give a full show of my ass as the pants and boxers left my body.

  My dick was at complete attention by the time I was naked, and he hadn’t laid a single finger on me.

  But his eyes… oh his eyes were everywhere.

  Those icy orbs had the ability to freeze out just about everyone we met, but not me. To me, his eyes were so cold they were hot. Just like dry ice—so subzero it had the ultimate power to burn.

  “Turn around.” His voice was gruff.

  I obliged, grabbing my rod to massage it and jack it slowly. Hopper watched, sinking his teeth into his lower lip. I stuck mine out just a little because I knew my “pouty” mouth drove him insane with desire.

  “People can probably see you,” he said. I couldn’t tell how he felt about that.

  “Probably.” I allowed. “But you’re the only one who can touch me.”

  He moaned.

  Feeling bolder and surer than I ever had before, I spun back to the window, stepped up to it, and planted my palms on the glass, offering my entire body up for full view.

  In the glass, I watched Hopper shoot to his feet and step toward me.

  “Don’t come over here unless you’re naked,” I intoned. If he could be bossy, so could I.

  The rustle of clothes was too great a draw. Turning back, I surveyed him while he stripped. He gave me a show, just as I’d hoped. The guy was built, his entire body rippled with muscle. I loved the breadth of his shoulders, the power of his arms. I liked the flashes of the tattoo on the inside of his wrist as he threw various pieces of clothes around the room.

  “Touch yourself,” I demanded when he was completely bare.

  I watched him cup his sack, gently squeezing it, stroking up his thick length.

  The bottom fell out of my stomach, and suddenly I was so buzzed, almost as if the all the champagne suddenly decided to go to my head.

  But it wasn’t the alcohol; it was want. Need. Desire.

  Crooking a finger at him, I beckoned. The heat in his eyes scalded me, but I stayed the course. Hopper reached out, pushing me against the glass of the window. I hissed out a breath because the smooth, hard surface was cold beneath my flushed body.

  His body covered mine, pressing me farther into the glass. Rotating his hips, he virtually fucked me right there for all the world to see.

  We made out while we humped each other. Eventually, my hand reached between us, seeking out his stick.

  “No,” he murmured, avoiding my grab.

  An impatient sound ripped from my lips. Hopper grabbed my waist, spun me around, and used his chest to plaster my front against the glass.

  I squeezed against it harder because the pressure against my swollen dick was heaven. I even rocked into it, my body searching for some kind of relief.

  “You’re only gonna get that kind of release from me, babe,” Hopper vowed right before his teeth sank into my shoulder.

  I hissed a sound. He pinned my hands against the glass, holding them there with his.

  The way his dick nestled between my ass cheeks, just teasing, made my hot breath steam up the glass right beside my mouth. He didn’t stay there long, though. Hopper worked downward, licking over the small of my back and kissing across my ass cheeks. I murmured something incoherent when he dropped to his knees behind me.

  “Stay there,” he told me. “Don’t even think about moving.”

  I nodded. His hands grabbed my ass and parted my cheeks.

  Goose bumps raced along the base of my spine, reaching as far as the top of my head. I leaned into the window, letting the glass support my weight. Hopper licked the most secret area on my entire body, making me shudder.

  “It’s a double sex kind of night, babe,” he rasped. I barely recognized his voice.

  “Yes,” I answered, sticking my ass out a little farther.

  Hopper licked and sucked, his hand reaching between my legs to wrap around my cock.

  His mouth and hand worked me simultaneously as I moaned into the glass.

  “If anyone is watching right now,” he intoned, with one long, seductive lick, “they’re gonna see you’re completely mine.”

  “I can’t stand any more, Hopp,” I said, my knees shaking so fucking bad it was a wonder I hadn’t fallen on my ass.

  Pushing me to my absolute limit, his tongue pierced my hole.

  My legs gave out. The sound of my hands sliding down the glass was earsplitting. Hopper grabbed me around the waist, supporting us both.

  Turning in his hold, my tongue dove into his mouth as I kissed him like I never had before. I swear if kisses could deliver orgasms, this one surely would have.

  Hopper wasn’t completely steady himself, something I took great pride in. Beside the bed, I reached for the fur blanket, spreading it out over the giant luxury mattress.

  With a gentle shove, Hopper fell back over it, and I covered his body with mine.

  The tip of his cock was already slick, the tang of the silky-smooth liquid he wept salty across my tongue. Wrapping my arms around his thighs, I held his legs open wide and kissed every inch between them.

  “I fucking love you,” he growled when I came back from grabbing the lube from the other room. Before I could settle over him again, he rolled, pinning me beneath him, slithering down my body and sucking my dick deep in one epic motion.

  My shoulders came up off the bed, my head rotated, and the blinding lights from outside blinked in my vision.

  Before I knew it, the slip of lube swept over my ass. He used it to coat my own throbbing dick and even my balls.

  “I want inside you so goddamn bad, babe,” he partly begged.

  I caressed his dick and helped him add the slippery liquid until he was dripping. The fur against my back was erotic, and the sensation of him coming over me made my pulse quicken.

  His head rested against my throbbing hole, but he didn’t push in. I rocked against him, half begging, but he held still. One large hand wrapped around my dick, and he stroked.

  “You’re not allowed to come, babe. Not until you’re deep inside me.”

  I shuddered. I wasn’t even sure I could keep that promise if I made it.

  Releasing my cock, his hands fell on either side of my head, his lips brushed my hairline, and the pressure against my ass increased.

  I moaned. “Please, Hopp.”

  He shoved deep. I stretched around him, welcoming him as part of me. Both of us began panting. He pushed up, supporting himself on his arms, and gazed down.

  “Never in my life,” he murmured, the veins in the side of his neck straining as he pulsed inside me. “Never have I ever wanted anyone as much as I want you.”

  I grabbed his face, held it strong. “You’re my first and my only, Hopp. You’re it for me. No one has ever been where you’ve been.”

  With a guttural sound, he began to move, pounding into me with greater freedom than he ever allowed himself before. It was utterly amazing to watch him let go, to fully trust that I trusted him with not only my heart, but my body.

  He was good. So good my vision went dim, my body hummed, and my brain stopped working. I moved against him, fucking him as hard as he was fucking me.

  The pressure against my sweet spot inside made my dick pulse anxiously, and a few times, I had to stop moving because I was seconds away from pouring out all over my abs.

  Hopper collapsed against me, his lips fastening on that favorite spot of his where the arrow on my neck pointed. He sucked deep and cried out. Tilting my head, I urged him to suck even harder.

  I felt his body’s release, the way he pulsed and emptied inside me. His entire body shuddered and jerked as the orgasm went on and on. Small sounds of satisfaction filled the room. He released the spot on my neck and sighed. Both his arms slid beneath my body, tucking me along him so close it was as if we were the same person.

  Eventual
ly, my vision came back. I glanced up at the ceiling, blinking back the watery sheen. I wasn’t crying… Men didn’t cry during sex. Fuck no. But damn, he was everything.

  To distract myself from the emotional rollercoaster sex with my husband turned out to be, I thrust my still stiff cock against his rock-hard abs.

  He made a sound and rolled off me, onto his back. His fist wrapped around my rod, making me shudder and moan. I couldn’t let him touch me. I’d blow right there in his palm. Crawling down his body, I shoved his Jell-O-like legs wide and dove in, preparing his body for mine.

  He cursed, which sort of sounded like a prayer, as I played with his ass. The total putty his limbs had turned to grew tense the more I slid my fingers in and out of his body. I was bringing him back to life. So soon after he emptied, new desire stirred within. What a heady fucking feeling to know I had that much power over someone.

  Once he was good and ready and my dick glistened with a fresh coat of liquid, I jumped off the bed.

  He looked at me like I was insane, and I grinned back as if maybe I was. Holding out my hand, I asked him a silent question.

  He answered by surrendering his. I led him across the room to a suede chair right in front of the wide window. I moved it sideways and then sat down, putting my feet flat on the floor.

  My cock stood up from my center, and I patted my lap.

  Hopper glanced at the window, then back at me.

  “You wanted everyone to see you owned me… Now it’s my turn to show them I own you,” I explained.

  Hopper smiled, straddled my body, and without any kind of waiting, sheathed my cock with his body.

  My head fell back against the cushion, and I thrust up into him impatiently. His palms spread out across my chest, held me down in the seat, and he began to move.

  My eyes slid closed. He took me in all the way, rotating his ass against my legs, rubbing my cock on all his inner walls.

  Damn.

  “I don’t want to go yet.” I panted, so close to release but wanting the bliss to last forever.

  Hopper continued to move. I surged forward, wrapping my arms around him, and buried my tongue in his mouth. We kissed endlessly as our bodies moved in sync. I loved him so goddamn much it almost seemed impossible.

  When I fell back against the chair again, he came with me. Our mouths stayed latched together.

  The orgasm came hard and fast. It burst out of me with force like no other. I shouted into his mouth. He grabbed my head and pushed it into his neck while I shouted and moaned some more.

  I emptied completely into his body, and when the bliss finally released me from its clutches, I fell back, completely spent.

  Hopper draped himself across my chest, leaving my dick cradled inside him.

  I sighed contentedly and stared out over the beautiful city lights.

  Reaching up, I fingered the ring on his hand and the slightly raised, scabby new tattoo of my name.

  How could a mere man possibly vocalize the depth of his feelings when they went beyond anything a mere man could even understand?

  I could say it over and over how much I loved him. How profoundly he changed my life. I could cover all my skin with tattoos representing something about him I truly loved, but there still wouldn’t be enough room.

  I couldn’t possibly explain to Hopper just how much my entire universe revolved around him because there wasn’t an equation that existed big enough to compute the sum.

  “You just did,” he said. The emotion in those three words broke through my internal debate.

  I lifted my head slightly to glance down at where he lay against my chest. “What?”

  “You just told me, babe.”

  My head fell back against the chair, shocked and slightly confused.

  “You said it all out loud,” Hopper whispered, tucking his arm around me, pinning his hand between my back and the chair. “Those were the most beautiful words I’ve ever heard.”

  I wasn’t sorry I said those things out loud. I wasn’t embarrassed or even shy. Not anymore.

  Pushing a hand through the curls at the back of his neck, I sighed. “Someday I’ll figure out a way to show you, baby,” I vowed.

  I felt him snuggle into me. I wrapped him up in both my arms. I loved having him in my lap this way. I loved him every single way possible.

  “I’ve already seen,” he echoed. “I see it every single day when I look in your eyes.”

  “I hope you aren’t too spent after that double, Hopp,” I asserted, caressing the base of his spine like he always did for me. “‘Cause I’m not done with you yet.”

  Deep sound rumbled out of his chest. I felt his smile against my skin. “Oh, babe,” he drawled, “I’m just getting started.”

  The bad part about sleeping in a room comprised almost totally of windows?

  Morning.

  Our wedding night stretched far past midnight and into the early hours of the next day. I think we fell asleep around three a.m., so when I felt Arrow moving around beside me barely a few hours later, I was slightly grumbly.

  “Hopp.” The supple flesh of his lips brushed over my ear in a quiet whisper. The intoxicating sound of his voice, the sleepy quality to it, was the only reason I didn’t fuss at being disturbed. “C’mon.”

  “Wha…?” I mumbled, reaching around to wrap my arm around him to pull him close.

  Laughing low, he resisted my attempts to hold him. I cracked an eye open, the dull morning light intruding upon the night I didn’t want to end. Arrow climbed over me, his naked body rubbing over mine.

  I was pretty worn out from our marathon session, but not so worn out I still couldn’t enjoy the way he felt.

  Wrapping his hand around my arm, Arrow tugged. “C’mon, Hopp, we’re missing it.”

  My eyes popped open. Concern for whatever he seemed so urgent about made me forget how comfortable this giant bed was.

  “What’s wrong?” I rumbled, sitting up.

  Arrow just smiled, pulled the large fur throw off the bed, and let it drag behind him as he strolled to the windows. His bare ass was quite the sight.

  “Look,” he summoned, staring out over the strip. “The sun is rising over the strip.”

  Walking to him and taking the blanket out of his hand, I wrapped it around my back and stepped close to my husband. His bare body fit against mine as I enclosed him in my arms, tucking the furry fabric around us both.

  Together we watched the early rays of the sunrise changing the horizon from light peach to vibrant pink until it lifted high enough the sky turned a beautiful shade of blue.

  We had the perfect view of the new day as it dawned. I guess mornings weren’t so bad after all. Especially when the night you didn’t want to end gave way to a new day that promised just as much as the one before.

  This was my life now.

  Spending long nights in bed, exploring the body of the man I loved more than life itself. Getting up too soon, after too little sleep, to watch the sunrise with his naked body pressed close and my chin on his shoulder.

  This life was amazing.

  Once the sun was bright in the sky, I lifted A off his feet, cradled him against my chest, and carried him back to bed. The expression in his eyes was surprised, but he relaxed into me instantly.

  Once we were both settled, I wrapped myself around him, letting out a contended sigh. “What time is checkout?” I wondered as the heavy blanket of sleep tried to pull me under.

  “We have the room until tomorrow,” Arrow replied, rolling so I was on my back, he was pressed into my arms, and his leg was tangled with mine.

  I smiled because he always wanted to lie this way. I didn’t mind. I liked knowing he wanted to have my arms around him.

  A sound of appreciation filled the room when I kissed the top of his head. “Good. I’m not ready to get up.”

  “We have plans later,” he informed me.

  “What?” My fingers paused their perusal of his lower back.

  Arrow looked up, pr
opping his chin on his hand that was lying on my chest. His smiled turned sheepish. “Gamble is letting us use his private jet.”

  I blinked. “What do we need a private jet for?”

  That shy look that always got me came into his brown eyes. “I booked us a honeymoon.”

  Lifting my head off the pillow, I stared farther down at him, surprised. “A honeymoon?”

  Arrow nodded. “I cleared the time off for both of us through Gamble,” he explained, nervous. “I hope it’s okay.”

  I smiled. “How many more times am I going to have to tell you, babe? Whatever you do is okay.”

  He chewed his lower lip.

  “Arrow,” I intoned, “where are we going?”

  “Seattle.”

  My eyes widened. Of all the places, that was the last one I expected, but really, I should have guessed because of how nervous he seemed.

  “If you don’t want to, we can have the jet go somewhere else.”

  I pushed up on the bed, leaning against the leather headboard. “So that’s what my dad meant when he said something about us coming for a visit sooner rather than later.”

  Arrow nodded. “I thought maybe you’d want to see the rest of your family. I’d like to meet them… Your parents are really great, Hopp.” He paused, glancing up. “They like me.”

  Ah, the innocence in his voice, the familiar awe he spoke with when he realized someone liked him.

  Brushing the hair away from his face and smiling down at him, I said, “Of course they do. I always knew they would.”

  “You can show me around Seattle. I want to see if the coffee there really is the best.”

  “It is,” I told him, nodding sagely.

  He grinned, scooting up the mattress toward me. Welcoming him close, I lifted my arm, and he settled against my side, his cheek pillowed over my heart.

  “I know it might be a lot… and I don’t want to remind you of things…”

  “Of Matt.” I corrected, going right for it.

  Tipping his chin up, Arrow looked at me. “Yeah.”

  “It’s okay to talk about him now,” I murmured. “Meeting you, the way we fought to be together, the interview, seeing my parents again… It’s been good for me. I’m at peace with the past now.”