I do as I’m told. Once I’m settled, she climbs onto my lap, straddling me, and grasps my dick.
“I have an implant,” she says, her focus on my face. “Had it put in a couple of months ago.”
The meaning of her words dawns on me as she hoists herself up. Before she can impale herself on me, I grasp her waist, stalling her for a moment.
“You sure?” I swallow thickly. “I was tested at the beginning of the season, and they were all negative, but?—”
“Mine too,” she whispers, guiding my dick to her pussy. “And I’m sure.”
I smirk, and with a deliberate slowness, I pull her down onto my cock. “Fuck.”
She’s wet, warm, and tight. So goddamn perfect. She feels like fucking heaven.
She slides up and down my shaft, making my eyes roll back in my head. With each curve of her hips, she takes me deeper and deeper. When she’s fully seated, I swear I see fucking constellations in my mind, and they all have one name—Yana.
Head bent, I swirl my tongue over one pert nipple, the move causing her to throw her head back and moan. Her reaction spurs me on, and I do it again, and again, and again. Each time, she only moans louder. Movements fast and choppy, she grasps the headboard, using it for leverage.
“Fuck, babe,” I pant. “If you keep moving your hips like that, I’m not gonna last long.”
Fire forms in my lower abdomen. It’s slow and small at first, but with each dip of her hips, it burns brighter, wilder. With my hands splayed over her hips, I help her move faster. She fucks me hard and rough, the rhythmic sound of the headboard hitting the wall the soundtrack to our desire.
It takes me too long to realize just how loud we’re being.
Camden.
Fuck.
I cup the back of her head and make her look at me.
“We need to keep quiet. If we don’t, Camden will know exactly what we’re doing in here.”
Her mouth falls open, her eyelids heavy. Then she breaks into a slow smile. “I think he already knows. I’m not particularly quiet.”
A zing of excitement rushes through my veins like a bolt of lightning in the sky. For some fucked-up reason, the idea of Camden knowing what we’re doing turns me on even more. It’s not because I feel smug as fuck for getting the girl. But the idea of him listening to us sends a hot energy to my cock.
I wonder how it would feel to have him watch us…fuck. Just the imagery alone brings me closer to the edge.
I grip Yana’s hips tighter, dragging her over me, giving her everything I’ve got, and she meets me thrust for thrust. With her lips on mine, she rides me fast and rough, stealing the air from my lungs.
“Fuck,” I mumble as she clenches around me.
Her body convulses slightly as she orgasms for the second time, and that triggers my own release, my reaction far more violent than hers. I hide my face in the hollow of her neck, panting and breathing heavily as I come down from the high. My forehead is pressed to her sweaty skin, and her scent fuses with mine, making my head spin.
That was the best sex of my life. Hands fucking down.
“Think you’d be up for another round soon?” she whispers.
With a snort, I shift so I can look her in the eye. “A woman after my own heart indeed.”
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A sharp knockon the door startles me out of a deep sleep. I snap my eyes open, and when I realize I can’t move, horror seizes my lungs.
