We could walk out of here right now with the film crew waiting for us outside.
Amara throws her head back as she locks her legs around my neck, holding onto me for dear life.
Using the wall to stabilize her, I palm her ass, squeezing it, judging how good it feels by how much she pulls my hair.
With a final graze of teeth over her sensitive nub, Amarastarts to shake, her breathing labored and her nails digging into my flesh.
When she comes down from it, I place her on the ground, immediately turning her around and pressing her into the sink. She works with me, her ass in the air for me as I unbuckle my pants, my cock ready to go as I press into her.
I can’t help the moan that rips through me.
Gripping her hips, I pull her back into me with every thrust, watching her in the mirror as she holds back moans, the slapping of our skin the only thing we hear over the soft hum of the music outside.
“Fuck, you’re a dirty girl, aren’t you?” I whisper gruffly, wrapping her hair around my fist and pulling her up. Her eyes roll up, and she starts throwing herself back into me. “I didn’t know you liked the thought of anyone coming in here and seeing us.”
She nods, biting her lip.
While I wish I could come up with more words to praise her with, I’m too far gone in the moment, driving into her harder and harder the more her body language asks me to, and with one final thrust, my muscles tense, and with a pathetic whimper, I still, my cock twitching inside of her as I coat her with my cum.
I stay inside of her for several minutes, both of us letting our breathing return to normal, before I pull myself out, watching as the hot liquid spills out of her.
I feel like every single time I’m with her, it’s all brand new. Like I’m just a boy losing his virginity to the hottest girl in school time and time again, just happy she even gives me the time of day.
This time, though, I watch as it runs down her leg, and I scoop it up with my finger.
She turns, watching me with curiosity before opening her mouth, sticking her tongue out.
I’m instantly hard again.
With a sly smile, I wipe my finger on her tongue, grabbing her neck and pulling her into me.
Our tongues tangle together, evidence of our tryst hot on our tongues. It’s filthy. The first time I’ve ever tasted myself.
She pulls away first, flustered.
“I—I’m not sure I can go out there anytime soon,” she smiles bashfully, as if she didn’t lead me into the bathroom of my best friend’s place during a party with all of my coworkers.
I bite my lip, looking down at her dress hiked up to her hips. “Clean up, but keep my cum inside you,” I order. “I want you walking around this party knowing what we just did, got it?”
Her face turns beet-red as she struggles not to smile.
CHAPTER 41
AMARA
The Cobras were blessed with a late bye week this year, and we’re on our way to Rehoboth.
Although wintertime isn’t exactly the best season to open a bakery in a small beach town, Natalia was dead set on making it happen. They don’t have one yet, which means she’ll be the go-to for all the locals.
We spend the whole day setting up, and I watch her bake all of the pastries, carefully laminating the dough.
The DJ shows up, setting up her equipment, when a man I instantly identify as her lawyer neighbor, judging by the permanent scowl, crosses the street, flinging the door open.
“What are you doing?” he asks, rubbing his salt-and-pepper beard.
She looks up from where she’s rolling croissants, and I step in front of him. “Whoa, buddy. You need to leave,” I say firmly, but he doesn’t even look at me.
“I have clients today. You can’t be blasting music.”
