Shit.
I move slower, the sound becoming less intense, but I’m worried it’ll wake Jordan and have him running over here to see what all the fuss is about. It’s clear by the way Scott glances around that he’s thinking the same thing.
Regardless, I don’t stop moving in and out.
I lean forward and wrap my arm around him, feeling his breath against my face, just how I like it. I can smell the vodka on his breath. I can feel his body heat.
A bead of sweat falls from my bangs and drips onto his abs, sliding down to his navel.
“You’re having quite the workout,” I whisper before he kisses me again.
I can’t help myself. I know we should be quiet. I know we should be good, but I fuck him. Hard.
He reaches up and presses against my shoulders. I snatch his wrists and pin them back against the wall, fucking so that the desk handles rattle loudly against the drawers again.
I don’t know why I can’t stop.
I’m waiting for him to tell me that we have to be quiet, but he doesn’t. He just absorbs everything that I’m giving him as he rolls his eyes back and turns his head in a way that assures me I’m hitting his prostate just right.
We kiss in a frenzy, hardly breathing, and he breaks away finally, gasping for air as I penetrate him deeply, powerfully.
Yes, I want this so much. This is so much better than any of the girls I’ve ever fucked. I wonder if it’s just like this with Scott or if it’s always better with guys. How could I have gone all these years without ever knowing how amazing it could be to fuck a dude?
“Fuck. I’m gonna—”
“Do it,” he tells me, and I explode into the condom.
He grips onto his cock, and I’m worried I came too soon until his cum rushes out of the head of his dick, shooting across him.
I watch his expression as it twists and cringes, his mouth opening but obviously stifling the sound to keep from waking Jordan.
I lean down and enjoy the taste of his lips and tongue once again.
They’re mine right now—mine to savor, mine to enjoy—as much as I’m Scott’s to take pleasure in.
As we settle, I pull back and gaze at him, noticing the satisfied expression across his face, much better than the way he looks when he’s tense and stressed out.
He pants. Another drop of sweat falls, this time from my bangs onto his face. He flinches, and I shake my head. “You are too fucking adorable.” I offer a soft kiss.
He breathes heavily. “Guess that was a nice way to end the night.”
I chuckle. “Uh-uh. Our night’s just beginning.”
And I see the lust in his eyes, the invitation to keep on exactly like I want to.
His body still trembling beneath me, I know I’m going to get to savor it all and enjoy it like I want to. And yeah, we might feel tired as shit when we finally wake up tomorrow, but I feel like it’s no different than if we fucked all night and got trashed the night before.
This will be way more worth it than spending the night drinking.
Scott’s still shaking, his body occasionally spasming like he’s recovering from his climax.
“You good?” I ask.
“God, this is just so embarrassing.” He starts to look down, but I grab his chin and pull up, and his gaze shifts back to me. “Nothing to be embarrassed about with me.”
I kiss him again.
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