Hardcore Volume 3 by Staci Hart Page B

whispered. “I want you.”
    His fingers tightened against my ass, his breath hot against my skin. “I’m yours.”
    I kissed him again with my heart humming, dragged my hands down his back, slipped them into his pants and raked my fingers across his ass. I trailed them around his hips, and he shifted just enough to give me access to grip him, to slide my hands up and down the length of his cock. When I tugged his pants down to release him, his crown hit my clit with a soft pat, and I grabbed his hips, pulled him to me, needing him inside me. He backed his hips away.  
    “Condom,” he whispered, and I moaned. He reached into a drawer full of pens and rubber bands and came back with a foil packet. I was too focused on his cock to give a fuck why he had a condom in the kitchen, just took it from him and ripped it open, reached for his length and slid it on with both hands while he watched with steaming eyes. I brought his tip to rest against my pussy, and in a breath, he filled me completely.  
    “God, yes,” I whispered.  
    He pulled out and slammed back in. “Say it again,” he said as he slid out.
    “God—” He rammed into me. “YES,” I cried.
    He rolled his hips, pressing hard enough to make my thighs quake. Our bodies moved together, fast and hard. My arms were hung round his neck, and I leaned back, watching his cock disappear into me once. Twice. Harder and harder until my heart stopped, and I came with a cry and a gasp. He grabbed my hips and buried himself in me, and I opened my eyes to watch his face as he came, eyes squeezed shut, neck arched, lips parted as a moan passed them.
    He dragged in a breath, let it out slow, lowered his lips to mine as he held my body against his, pulsing inside of me as I pulsed around him.  
    Out of nowhere, he broke away from my lips with a pop. I looked up at him, heavy-lidded and confused.  
    “Dinner,” he said with a laugh and pecked my lips.  
    “Oh, fuck.” I looked over my shoulder at the stove. The chicken was overcooked, the sauce burned off to leave a sizzling brown crust around it.  
    “Worth it.” Van kissed my temple and let me go, pulling off the condom and righting his pants as he hurried around the island and moved the pan off the burner. He opened the oven and took out the asparagus, laying the metal sheet on the stove next to the ruined chicken.  
    He smiled sideways. “Ice cream it is.”
    I laughed and slipped off the counter, pulling on my shirt. “Let’s eat it in bed,” I said over my shoulder.
    His smile stretched wider as his eyes dragged down my body. “I’ll meet you there.”

    When I came out of the bathroom a few minutes later, Van was waiting for me in bed with two massive bowls of ice cream. He was stretched out, ankles crossed in front of him. Even the pads of his feet were sexy.  
    I grinned at him, and he smiled back around his spoon.
    I climbed into bed and sat lotus, pulling my shirt so it hung between my legs. Not that I figured Van would mind seeing a little cooch, though I wasn’t sure if we’d make it through the ice cream. He stuck his spoon in a scoop and handed me my bowl.  
    “Thanks.” I took a bite, and he watched my lips. “Mmm. Salted caramel?”
    “Mmm hmm,” he hummed with his mouth full.”
    “So, condoms in the kitchen?”
    Van almost choked on his ice cream when he laughed, lips pinched shut so he didn’t spit ice cream everywhere. It was adorable. He swallowed and laughed out loud. “I figured I’d have to explain that. Here’s the honest truth. I have them hidden all over the apartment.”
    I gave him a look. “Van. Gross.”
    “Here’s the other part of that. I only put them there after our first date.”
    I laughed. “Are you serious?”
    He nodded down into his bowl, smiling as he pushed his ice cream around with his spoon. “I can’t keep my hands off you. It’s not my fault.”
    I couldn’t stop giggling. “I can’t even.”  
    Van laughed at me as I tried to catch my