“Just take what you can, Madden,” she snarks. “And try not to fucking question it.”
“Fair point,” I agree. I then pull my phone out of my pocket and hit play onSentiments, by Jenaux and Bryce Fox, before placing it on the nightstand next to us.
Nia arches a brow.
“I noticed that you like this song,” I tell her simply.
She chuckles, then hooks a finger into the waistband of my jeans before tugging me towards her. “I do,” she says, then gives me a quick kiss. “Cass?”
My cock hardens at the way she says my name, and my breaths stumble when I see a glimmer of mischief in her bright blue eyes. “Yeah?”
She presses another kiss on my lips, then lazily brushes the back of her fingers over my jaw. “Your hair – untie it,” she orders.
I grin, then pull the hairband off my hair before tossing it on the bed.
Nia visibly sucks in a breath when my long hair falls forward, curtaining the sides of my face.
“You’re this…outrageously sexier version of a Greek demigod or some shit,” she says in a slight rush, which makes me laugh.
“I’m sorry, but are you mocking me?”
“What did I tell you about taking what you can get and not questioning it?”
I raise my hands in surrender. “Alright, alright; I give up.”
“Good boy,” she praises, then smiles before tugging at my waistband again. “Come here,” she whispers, and takes my mouth in a demanding kiss.
With one hand on the side of her hip and the other on the wall behind her, I push myself against her and part my lips for her.
The song reaches its bridge, and Nia and I continue kissing each other like we’re on borrowed time; like the very air we’re breathing is toxic compared to the taste of each other.
I smile against her lips when she slips her hands under my sweater and drags her nails over my abs. “Nia…”
“Mmm.” She moves them lower, and with a soft bite on my tongue, she unbuckles and unzips my jeans. When I grunt in approval, she slides a hand into my underwear and grabs the base of my hard cock.
“Fuck,” I moan against her mouth. “Wrap your fingers around it tighter.”
She moves back and meets my eyes, then squeezes me a little before fisting me slowly. “Like this?”
“Faster.”
She obeys, and our breathing turns uneven as she continues stroking me.
She pulls at my piercing, twists it around, and then pulls at it again, which results in a dizzying wave of pleasured pain to shoot down to my balls.
“JesusChrist,” I hiss, then stumble against her body.
“I wanna feel your cum dripping down my fingers, Cass,” she whispers in my ear.
“God, woman.” I nuzzle my nose against the side of her neck, and inhale the smell of her honey-sweet perfume as I begin pumping my hips in time with her fist. “Dammit.” I suck and bite on her soft skin, which makes her moan out loud.
My stomach clenches at her voice, and I continue to fuck her hand until…
Someone knocks on the door – no, they fuckingbangon it.
I move back, dazed and more than annoyed, and whip my head towards it. “What?” I all but bark.
“Uh…sir – Cass…I…”
