Not against the wall, at least. The second time he took her, it was in the bed, and he happily worshipped every inch of her. He also paid her back for the torture she’d put him through earlier that night, driving her right up to the brink more than once without letting her actually come. He might have done it a few more times if not for her threatening his life if he didn’t... Well, he was pretty sure her exact words were, “Freaking fuck me!” Except she didn’t actually wait for him to respond before she flipped him over and rode him like she was taking the top prize at the goddamn rodeo. His encounters weren’t usually quite that intense. And what intensity there was, was usually supplied by him. It was the hottest thing he’d ever experienced in his life. So the third time, he went so hard and deep that he was pretty sure he’d be feeling it for weeks. He had no doubt she would. There hadn’t been a fourth time, although, Christ, he would actually have been willing to try if she made even the slightest move towards it.
