He growled, causing my toes to curl.
Damn, this man and the sounds he made.
“Fuck, you feel so tight,” he rasped. “Are you okay?”
I pushed myself back against him, urging him on without uttering a word.
He understood the assignment and started to roughly fuck me, his hands tightening like vises on my waist.
I dropped down to my elbows, then my shoulders where I buried my face into the mattress.
The sheets smelled like him, and that only turned me on more.
Woodsy.
Pine and Dial soap.
I clawed at the sheets, desperate for something to hold on to when he began to pick up the pace.
My entire body clenched, ready to fall over but not quite there.
But before I could worry about a thing, he was snaking one hand around my hip to my front, where he pressed just above my clit.
That was all it took.
Just one light touch, and I was taking a leap off the edge, diving in deep into the most overwhelming orgasm I’d had yet.
I wasn’t sure it was possible for sex to get any better.
He was literally rocking my world, one orgasm at a time.
The loud grunt that followed my cry of pleasure that tore from my lips was enough to let me know that he’d followed directly in my footsteps.
His hips slammed against my ass, and he stayed planted until his release rushed out of him and filled me.
I gasped into the sheet underneath my face, finding myself somehow buried between a mountain of pillows.
He collapsed beside me but took me with him, pulling me onto my side and stayed planted deep.
His hands went around my body, holding on tight, as we both breathed deeply.
“So, so late.” He kissed my bare shoulder.
I giggled. “She’ll never know what we were doing.”
Twenty-Four
Not to be dramatic, but it’s only fucking Wednesday.
—Jasper to Calli
JASPER
She was wrong.
Everyone knew exactly what we’d been doing.
We’d overlooked just one thing.
