It’s the most intense thing I’ve ever felt.
Wren’s hands grip my thighs for support. Her head is thrown back against my shoulder, her mouth open, soft moans escaping with each thrust.
I thrust up into her from below, using the leverage to go deeper. The angle is perfect. I can feel every inch of her wrapped around me.
The machine hits a particularly aggressive part of the spin cycle. It shakes so hard we both gasp.
“Fuuuuuuuuck,” I groan against her neck.
I pick up the pace, lifting and lowering her faster. Harder. The vibrations intensify everything. Every sensation is amplified.
My balls start to pull tight when the phone rings.
No.
Fuck no.
We freeze.
The phone keeps ringing. Shrill and insistent over the sound of the washing machine.
There’s only one person who would be calling us on the burner phone.
Drake.
“Fuck,” I mutter.
I help Wren off me, my cock protesting at the loss of her heat. She climbs down from the washing machine on shaky legs.
I get down and grab the phone from my pants pocket on the floor. My cock is still hard. I’m desperate to be back inside Wren despite the worry that courses through me. Drake wouldn’t call unless it was important.
“Drake,” I say, trying to keep my voice steady. “Is everything okay?”
“Grim,” Drake says, sounding urgent. “Why are you out of breath?” he asks, suspicion creeping into his voice.
“Had to run for the phone,” I lie. “I was in the other room.”
“What’s that noise?”
I glance at the washing machine. It’s still going, shaking and rumbling like crazy.
“It’s the washing machine,” I tell him. “I’m in the laundry room.”
There’s a pause. “Right. Of course.”
“Give me a minute,” I say.
I gesture to Wren. We need to get dressed. Now.
She scrambles for her clothes while I yank on my pants, my cock still hard and pressing uncomfortably against the zipper.
We stumble out into the hallway. The washing machine continues its manic cycle behind us.
“Okay,” I say into the phone. “What’s going on?”
“I heard from an inside source,” Drake says. His voice is grave. “Sally’s doing really well.”
“That’s great,” I say automatically.
