“You’re driving me fucking crazy,” I snarled in her ear.
“Me too,” she scoffed. “I-I don’t appreciate it.”
I chuckled at the way she could barely get the words out as she bounced on my cock. Watching as my rod retreated and entered her body repeatedly, I squeezed her ass with my free hand and noticed how every muscle in my body went tight. My body filled with a sense of pleasure unlike any other as she called out my name repeatedly. She was mine for the taking, and I let my cock pleasure her in the ways I couldn’t let come from my mouth.
“Shiiit!” she yelled as the orgasm rocked her body.
She trembled and her hands tightened on the edges of the kitchen island.
Seeing the ways her body responded to me had my dick filling with come. I felt myself preparing to release, and though I felt like I wanted to spend eternity inside of her wet, warm snatch, I let go. The orgasm was rushed, quick and everything I needed to keep me going for the day.
“I wasn’t expecting that.” Her breathless voice was full of awe.
I kissed the back of her neck before sliding out of her. I despised that feeling. Of retreating from her body. I hated it the night before, too, but I forced myself to remember that it was impossible to go through life attached to another person permanently. I had to pull out at some point.
“I’ll be right back,” I grunted before exiting the kitchen and heading to the bathroom to discard the used condom. A minute later I strolled back up the hall to the kitchen to find Grace sitting at the opposite side of the island. Her hair was still wild, her lips formed a teasing smile I was sure she wasn’t even aware of, and the flushed skin all told of how thoroughly fucked she’d just been.
The dimples as she smiled, though, those were what caused my damn knees to nearly topple me. I made my way back to my original seat—thankfully, without falling—and took my position on the stool.
We ate in silence for a little while, stealing quiet glances across the island that spoke more than either one of us were ready to allow to pass through our lips.
“Breakfast was delicious,” I finally stated after finishing my omelet with the home-made sweet potato hash browns she served along with it. And just as I suspected, the salsa in the bowls had been freshly made as well. The thought of the effort she put in made me want to pull her over the island and have my way with her again, but I refrained. I needed to keep my own sanity in check, and I doubted that having her for a third time in less than twelve hours would allow for that.
“Thank you.”
“What are you—” My question was cut off by the opening of the front door.
“Grace, I– Oh, you have company,” Grace’s sister Journey interrupted when her eyes moved to me.
I frowned, hating the interruption, and loathing even more that I had completely forgotten that her sister was staying with her. If I’d been in my right mind, I would’ve thought twice about taking her in her own kitchen.
“Journey.” Grace stood from her stool, sounding surprised. “Your text said you wouldn’t be home until this afternoon.”
Journey shrugged. “I changed my mind.”
For the first time, I was able to take a good look at Grace’s younger sister. She was about two inches taller and her skin was more of a tawny brown than her sister’s caramel coloring. Her hair was done in long braids that went almost to her waist. A few of them were multi-colored. She stood there dressed in a pair of high-waist jeans and a white crop top, her eyes bouncing between me and her sister.
“Journey, this is Jacob. We, uh, work together.”
My head snapped to Grace as she moved beside me.
“Work?” Journey and I said at the same time.
No fucking way just a work colleague was going to be in her home at nine in the morning on her day off, eating breakfast in her kitchen after having just provided her with a mind-blowing orgasm.
“Well, obviously, we more than work together,” Grace corrected, giving me a sideways look before she turned toward her sister, who was now staring at me.
“You a doctor?”
“I am.”
“You were here the other night.”
I nodded.
Journey’s eyes lowered to the floor. Shame. I knew it well.
“Thanks.”
