“Come here,” she says.
I step in. She lifts, wraps her arms around my neck, and drags me down for a kiss. She opens for me, greedy, tasting herself on my tongue. The kiss is deep and messy and perfect. I forget there’s anyone else in the room until Nico exhales a curse and JC shifts his weight as if it hurts.
JC steps in, fingers gentle at her jaw, and bends to kiss her. She opens for him, hungry, tasting herself on his tongue. Nico slides to the other side, palms stroking up her ribs to cup her breasts. His thumbs circle her nipples, then he lowers his mouth to one, sucking until she arches into him with a startled sound.
“Please,” she whispers, and it’s not asking for permission, it’s an invitation.
JC deepens the kiss, one hand laced with hers, the other mapping her throat and the hollow above her collarbone. Nico’s free hand glides along the inside of her thigh, teasing close to the slick heat and then skimming away, a promise without stealing what I just gave her. She turns her head and kisses JC again, then gasps when Nico grazes her nipple with his teeth and soothes it with his tongue.
“Good girl,” Nico murmurs against her skin. JC mutters her name like a prayer into her mouth.
She breaks the kiss, breath warm against my mouth. “I want you inside me,” she whispers, not coy, not bargaining. “Now.”
My hands find her hips. I could fall into this and never climb out. I force myself to think enough to ask the thing that matters. “You sure?”
Her chin lifts. “It’s my choice.”
The words hit me like a hand on my spine. I work my belt, pop the button, drag the zipper down. My cock springs free, hot and aching. She reaches, wraps her fingers around me, and I have to shut my eyes for one breath so I don’t lose everything like a kid.
“Condom,” JC says, voice tight.
I nod without looking away from her, fish one from my wallet with clumsy fingers, tear it, roll it down. She watches me like she owns me, and maybe she does. I line up, head pressed to her entrance, and hold, just for the beat where we look at each other and agree.
“Levi,” she says, a plea and a command.
I push in.
Heat grips me, slick and tight. I sink slow, inch by inch, until our hips meet and I’m buried in her to the base. We both swear. I brace my hands beside her shoulders, breathe once against her cheek, and start to move.
No hurry. Deep, deliberate thrusts that slide the length of me through that heat. She fits around me like she was built for this, for me. She lifts her legs and hooks her knees over my forearms, opening herself wider, taking me deeper. The cot squeals. My control frays with every stroke.
“Look at him,” Nico mutters, a mix of envy and awe.
“I am,” she says, eyes on mine, voice threaded with silk and grit. “I am.”
I angle my hips and find the spot my fingers found. Her body answers at once, clutching, rippling. I lower my mouth to her neck and bite lightly, then soothe with my tongue. She arches, nails digging into my shoulders through my shirt.
“Harder,” she whispers.
I give it to her. Thrusts that knock little sounds from her throat. Thrusts that make her breasts bounce and her eyes glaze. The rhythm builds and climbs. Sweat runs down my back. Mythighs burn. I don’t care. I want to watch her fall apart again with me inside her.
“Touch yourself,” I say, breath harsh. “Come on my cock.”
She slips a hand between us and rubs her clit, quick circles, the same way she showed me. The sight nearly ends me. I grit my teeth and hold the line, drive into her, keep that angle, keep that pressure.
“Levi,” she cries, voice breaking. “God, yes, yes.”
Her body seizes around me and she shatters. The orgasm hits hard and keeps going, a long roll that milks me, pulls me under. I thrust through it, lose the last threads of control, and follow her over. Release takes me in a rush, blinding, brutal, the kind that leaves me shaking. I bury myself as deep as I can and let it rip through me.
I’m still inside her when JC moves. I slip free, heat ringing in my bones, roll the condom off, knot it, drop it in the small trash by the sink. Carrie reaches for JC like she’s been waiting for him.
“Come here,” she whispers.
He kisses her hard, palms at her jaw, mouth taking and giving. She opens for him with a hungry sound. Nico palms one breast and then the other, thumbs teasing her nipples until she arches. JC breaks the kiss long enough to drag a condom from his pocket, tears it, rolls it on with fast hands.
“Want you,” she says. “Now.”
JC turns her and backs her to the wall. He lifts one of her thighs, hooks her knee over his hip, lines up, and pushes inside with a rough groan. She cries out, fingers digging into his shoulders. He drives deep, hips snapping, each stroke punching a breath from her. The wet slide is loud in the small room.
