The world narrows to the hard press of the closet door against my back and the harder press of Vega's body against my front. My legs are locked around his waist, a desperate anchor as he fucking moves inside me, each thrust a electric shock that scrambles my thoughts. My head lolls against the wood, a moan ripped from my throat.
"Fuck, Tyr," he grunts, his voice a low rumble against my neck, his breath hot and damp on my skin.
His fingers are tangled in the hair at my nape, pulling just enough to make my spine arch. I can't think, can only feel. My nails dig into the sweat-slicked muscles of his back as the pressure inside me coils, tighter and tighter, a spring wound to its breaking point. It snaps. A second climax tears through me, a silent scream on my lips as my body shudders around him, milking his cock in rolling, uncontrollable waves.
