“Exactly.” My ugly robe falls to my feet, and I shimmy out of my pajama shorts. “It’s so loud, it’ll drown us out.”
“What are—” He doesn’t finish the question, but he follows my lead by tugging at his belt and dropping his jeans and underwear to pool at his ankles.
I drag my tongue across my palm and roughly grip his flaccid cock. Colt hisses at the sensation, hips jolting forward.
“Fuck.” His head falls forward so our foreheads meet, and I wrap my free hand around the back of his neck.
We’re both entirely transfixed by the way I jerk his cock to life in only a few languid strokes. I reach between my legs, getting my fingers nice and wet, then continue my touch on his needy, rigid erection. I bring my other hand in to massage his balls, rolling them in my palm and firmly rubbing my fingertips against the hot skin underneath.
Colt’s struggling to stay quiet, biting at the back of his hand and thrusting into my touch. The dryer’s so loud we can’t hear the television downstairs, and I pray that means Jonas won’t hear us. Because while I’ve alwaysassumedhe doesn’t hear me crying, there’s no real proof that he can’t.
“Honey, let me…let me taste you.Please.” His pleading is a drug. Colt wants me so bad he’s willing to beg for a simple touch or taste. How can I not feel like the most powerful woman in the world when this gorgeous man is writhing with the need to lick my pussy?
His hands skate up and down my body, slipping under mycami to tease my nipples and squeeze the widest part of my hips.
“Since you were such a good boy and left this morning like I asked.” I brace my hands on the dryer, letting him help me up to sit on the edge. And without hesitation, Colt drops to his knees. I run a hand through his hair, pulling it by the root to force his eyes away from my wet pussy and up to look at me. “Make me come hard andfast. This needs to be quick, remember?”
With a swift lick over his lower lip, his hot palms grip my legs, and he feasts on my pussy with intent. Figure eights and strong flicks of his tongue. I tilt my pelvis to give him everything while clutching the edges of the vibrating machine under me.
“Oh my fucking God,” I murmur. Pressure coils deep in my core, and my thighs tremble in his hands, threatening to close on him.
I grab a handful of his hair, forcing him closer. More pressure. More speed. More suction. More. More.More.
“I’m coming.” I ride his face, my pussy squeezing against his tongue, until the tremble becomes a full-blown earthquake tearing through me.
The tips of my fingers are ghostly white from gripping the dryer, and somehow I’m greedy for more. I’m ravenous, feral, and seeing my pussy juices glistening in his mustache only makes it worse.
“Holy shit, you’re so good at that.” I grab his jaw, kissing him, tasting myself on his tongue—which is the second hottest way after tasting the sweet flavor on his salty cock.
“No edging today, baby.” My bare ass slides off the warm metal of the dryer, and I spin around to prop myself up on my elbows. My chin taps against my shoulder when I look back at him. “Just come. Come inside me, on my ass, wherever feels good.”
“Fuck, Whit.” He kisses my shoulder blade. “How the helldid I end up finding the hottest woman in the entire damn world? You’re so perfect and I…”
“Borrowed time.” I wiggle my ass toward his crotch, smiling suggestively. “Tell me how pretty and amazing you think I am while you fuck me.”
He sinks my favorite part of him deep inside in one smooth motion. Last night, me on top and in missionary, I felt perfectly filled by him. But this way, there’s not enough room for both his cock and air to be in my body at the same time. And it’s pure bliss.
With a pummeling pace, he leans in and mutters against my hair. His voice is raw with desire, and he punctuates every word with a powerful thrust. “You’re so fucking pretty taking my cock.”
The rattling thrum of the dryer masks the slapping of damp skin and the moans that accidentally slip from time to time. He’s dragging against a place inside me, deep and rough, and it feelsso fucking good.I get wetter. And wetter yet.
I bear down, the rush of an impending orgasm pricking the backs of my legs. Colt slips a hand around my waist, clearly noticing my muscles tightening around him, and knowing what it’ll take to push me over the edge. His fingers brush over my clit, circling it with a callused fingertip, and my entire body buckles. The tight pull across my skin, the edge of something big grows by the second. So intense I have to shut my eyes.
“Oh my fucking God,” I whine, head lolling side to side. I wish I’d turned the dryer to air fluff, because the heat combined with the orgasm and the intensity with which Colt’s working for another is making my head spin.
“That’s it,” he whispers. “Let it go, honey. Come. Come on my cock.”
His words ignite a hidden fuse, and I push back against his hips, forcing his erection deeper still. A whimper slips from the back of my throat, and I moan against the hot whitemetal pressed to my face, mind reeling with every glorious inch of him.
My orgasm takes me, ricocheting through my core and down my legs. If it weren’t for the last-minute slap of my hand over my mouth, I’d be crying out. Wetness gushes from my cunt, soaking him and trailing down my thighs.
“I’m gonna come,” he stutters. “W-where?”
Technically, I’d told him earlier that it was his choice. But at this moment, there’s only one place I want to feel him.
“Come in me. I want to feel you fill me.”
“Fuuuuck.” He groans through gritted teeth. Every movement is feral and unrelenting, slamming into my pussy like he’s angry with it.
