He was spearing up between them and Via needed something to lubricate him. She spit onto him and he swore a blue streak, covering his eyes for a second like the sight was too hot for him to even watch. But he was huge, and it wasn’t enough. So, in a move she’d never even considered executing before, she dipped her free hand through her own wetness and used it to slick his erection. She smiled when his hands went into fists where he leaned back on them.

“Fuck, Via. You gorgeous—gah—just like that. I can’t—oh fuck.”

He was huge and practically vibrating, speaking gibberish, and she was making him like that. She was the one doing this to him. She felt a whippy power curl out inside of her. She understood, in that second, what he’d been describing. That this was what sharing the wheel felt like. Sometimes he drove and sometimes she did. And right now, she was driving.

She rose up on her knees and guided the head through her wetness, swirling it in a tight circle around her clit.

Seb’s breath washed over her and she felt his knees rise up behind her. “Condom,” he bit out.

“Where?”

“Bedroom.”

“Fuck.”

He smiled a helpless, tortured smile at her curse. “Are you on birth control?”

“IUD,” she responded immediately. She understood what he was really asking, and boy howdy, was she on board.

“I’m clean,” he gritted out. “I got tested a few weeks ago after—”

She slapped a hand over his mouth, suspecting he might be about to reveal something about someone else he’d slept with. Yeah. She was not a jealous person, but now was not the time.

“Me, too,” she told him and sank down onto him, taking him in one long, hip-circling downward press that sunk him to the hilt and brought them face-to-face.

Seb groaned, making a noise like he’d been shot. Via loved it. The ravenous look on his face. His hair messy. She flexed on him, made him make the noise again.

“You look wrecked,” she told him, rising up and taking him in all the way again.

“Ah—damn—I am wrecked. You’re wrecking me.”

She got in one more stroke of her own before he gripped her hips, fell onto his back and started pumping up into her from below.

Via was no virgin, and she’d watched a little porn here and there. But she had never seen something like this before. Sebastian Dorner, big bones and chest hair and flexing muscles, the tendons in his neck standing out as he grimaced against the pleasure. His stomach wasn’t extremely defined, it was more a solid wall of muscle, but as he flexed himself up and into her, she saw a hundred different ridges and shadows she hadn’t noticed before. His hips were taking them a good six inches off the ground with every stroke.

Via hinged forward, her mouth falling to his chest, and took everything he was giving to her. Seb braced a hand on her tailbone and growled when she bared her teeth and bit his chest. She’d meant it to be a sweet little bite. A kiss of pain to remind him who he was with. But he swiveled his hips, and the new angle he was hitting had her entire body clenching. Her jaw closed hard on his pec and she screamed her pleasure.