She pulled back only to strip off her shirt before crashing her lips against mine again as my fingers fumbled against the button of her jeans. I spun her away from the door and tossed her onto the bed, reached down to grab her baggy jeans by their hem, and yanked them off before quickly stripping from my clothes while she removed the rest of hers.
I found her lips in another rough kiss as my body settled over hers, and her warm, soft skin beneath mine pulled a quiet groan from me. “Are you sure about this?” I panted against her lips.
“Ye–wait…no,” she whispered through a breath. I went rigid as my jaw tensed. That was also a rhetorical question. I knew Morgan was fucking evil, but this was nefarious, even for her. “We don’t have a condom…”
Oh. Right.
I scrambled off her and turned on the dim light on the nightstand, reaching for my jeans. My hand dipped into the back pocket, planning to rectify that small problemimmediately.
I grabbed my wallet, and when I pulled out the foil package from inside, a derisive snort escaped her. “Are you a teenage boy?”
“Are you really gonna throw digs right now over where it came from?” When she leveled me with a glare but remained silent, I smiled condescendingly. “Thought so.”
I bit the corner of the wrapper and ripped it open, and as I rolled the condom on, Morgan pushed herself up on her elbows, taking me in now that she had the light to do so. Her eyes unabashedly roamed over my bare physique, stopping with a slight arch of her brow when they landed on my rock-hard dick. “Damn. I was really hoping you were small so I could use it against you later.”
I grinned smugly as I came back over top of her and settled between her legs, pushing them apart with my thighs until the tip of my cock pressed against her entrance. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. We’ll make it fit.”
“I amnotyour sweetheart,” she hissed, her eyes flaring with annoyance.
Leave it to her to find something to be irritated about at a time like this. But I never noticed until that moment how hot she looked pissed off. I blamed the thought on the sheer need pulsing through my veins and the fact that she was naked beneath me—I may dislike her, but she did look damn good, and I was only a man.
“Well, you’re sure as hell about to be mysomething.” I met her gaze, bracing myself above her. “Last chance to back out.”
She held my stare, and I could practically feel her body thrumming with the same aching hunger as mine. “Do it.”
I clamped my hand over her mouth just before I drove into her hard and deep, muffling the moan of pleasure I ripped from her throat. But a guttural sound reverberated in my chest and rumbled out of me at how fucking tight and good she felt.
Holy. Shit.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” I groaned.
She yanked my hand away from her mouth. “A little notice before you tried to rearrange my insides would’ve been appreciated,” she bit out between a whimper and growl.
I laughed. Atruelaugh…pulled out of me from Morgan Hayes nonetheless. Was there a full moon tonight? Had to be. There was no other explanation foranyof this. “What’s the matter? Too much for you to handle?”
“Don’t flatter your—” Her words trailed off into a breath, and she closed her eyes when I eased out, and another moan left her when I slammed back in. “F-Fuck.”
“That’s it, sweetheart.” I smirked. “Just enjoy it.”
My pace was steady, and she writhed beneath me, rolling her hips against mine, desperate for more. Morgan was my nemesis, and I was hers…but I couldn’t ignore how fucking good she felt wrapped around my dick.
Some conditioned part of me wanted to slow down and enjoy it, but this wasn’t a usual hookup. There was no real buildup. No foreplay. I wasn’t going to sweet talk her. I wasn’t looking to show her an amazing time in hopes she’d want to come back for more at some point.
This was a one-time thing and strictly for release and releaseonly. Forbothof us.
I was going to take it for exactly what it was and what it was doing for me. And at that moment, what it was doing was bringing me closer and closer to a release my bodydesperatelycraved that didn’t come from my fucking hand.
But I couldn’t help the odd wave of satisfaction I felt every time I saw her face twist with pleasure or each time I heard her struggle to keep her moans and whimpers quiet, knowing that at the end of this, she’d never be able to deny I’d made her come undone. And that was going to be so much fun to throw back in her face whenever I wanted later on.
I sat back and gripped her hips, pulling her in to meet each thrust as I chased both of our releases, causing her moans to grow louder. “You better tone it down,” I grunted. “Unless you want our friends outside to know how good the guy you hate is fucking you.”
“Stop talking,” she panted. “Your voice is ruining it.”
I couldn’t help but let out a breathless laugh as I continued driving into her. I felt her legs begin to tremble, and her walls started to clench around me; she was so close. “You gonna say my name when I make you come?” I smirked when I saw her jaw tense. “Come on, humor me and say my name when you come on my cock.”
“No,” she stubbornly protested just before her orgasm crashed over her.
I watched her body arch and her eyes squeeze shut as her hands fisted the sheets and her lips parted with a soundless scream. And I followed her right over the edge with one last hard thrust, my body tensing with a groan as I came. I kept one hand on her hip, bracing myself above her with the other as Idropped my head with a grunt and held myself there, riding out the waves of it.
