She groaned, her head rolling to the side as she bit her lip to temper the sound. Miles soothed her with whispers of encouragement as he smoothed her hair.
“I love watching you like this,” he said, nipping at her lobe. “I love how desperate you get.”
Her neediness shattered the last of my restraint. I took one more pass over her clit then thrust into her with a hard jerk of my hips. The ottoman shifted under us, but all I cared about was her warm, wet pussy enveloping me, squeezing down, her walls fluttering wildly as she took me in. All of me.
“Not yet,” I choked out, jaw tight as I pulled back and thrust into her again. Then again. My hips nudged into hers with a steady rhythm, just enough to make her body move back and forth with mine. Every thrust sent heat licking up my spine.
Maren writhed with pleasure, mumbled words mixing with breathless moans, one hand snaked around Miles’ neck.
She tilted her hips to change the angle, and a shock went through me like white hot lightning, streaking through my balls and up my spine. The way she pressed into me, shivering and flushed, made it impossible to hold back. My hands roamed her body, grounding her, teasing, keeping her right on the edge where I wanted her. Every whimper, every arch, every gasp fed the fire building in me.
Miles tensed at her back, the veins in his neck pronounced as he grinded himself against her, palms on her ribs to keep her in place. Then he jerked hard and cried out with a shudder as he came, his mouth falling to her neck with a flurry of wet kisses and murmurs of endless praise.
And then, when I could see the point she couldn’t hold back any longer, I gave her the one permission she’d been waiting for.
“Now.” Her eyes snapped open with vibrant alertness that ravaged me. “Touch yourself. Do it.”
Heat crawled up my thighs as I plunged into her, my gaze locked on her fingers as she worked her clit with just the right amount of speed and pressure. Her moans grew louder with the rise and fall of her chest, the stilted rock in her hips. I fucked her hard, my ass sliding across the velvet to bury myself as deep as I could go. Each and every time.
Adrian, recovered now, dropped to his knees beside her and closed his mouth around one of her nipples, his hand coaxing and twirling the other until Maren looked about ready to lose it.
Her pussy clamped down hard and I came apart with her, every motion and every quiver of her body echoing in me. A loud groan floated out of me, bold but broken. My mind went blank. Couldn’t think. Could barely fucking breathe. Totally wrecked by her helpless moans. My thrusts stuttered as I came in trembling bursts, grunting through every pulse of release until my dick twitched one final time, going limp inside her.
16
Maren
I didn’t realize how much static synthetic fabric could make until I pulled the white dress down over my hips. It clung like it had opinions. The belt cinched tight at my waist, and when I looked in the mirror—two messy buns high on my head, gold cuff bracelets glinting—I almost didn’t recognize the woman staring back. Princess Leia, but the version who’d had one too many cinnamon martinis.
Miles whistled the second I stepped into the living room. “Well, hello, Your Highness.” He leaned back on the couch, fake blaster resting across his knees. “Permission to defect to the Rebellion immediately.”
Adrian looked up from smearing black paint across his cheekbones for his half-assed skeleton look. “That’s not fair. You said costume rules were PG.”
“Technically, it’s from a children’s franchise,” I said.
Ethan, in full Han Solo mode—because of course he was—adjusted the strap of his prop holster and gave me one long, skeptical look. “You’ll freeze out there.”
He fixed his jacket over my shoulders, pretending the hint of jealousy didn’t happen at all. I smiled to myself, liking the spark it caused in my chest.
We herded the kids out onto the sidewalk, their plastic pumpkins bouncing with every step. Sadie was a cat, Emma a fairy, and Will had ditched all pretense of festivity in favorof a hoodie and vampire fangs he barely kept in. Porch lights flickered on both sides of the street, and kids of all ages were starting to fill the gap in droves.
Adrian looped his bag of candy around his wrist. “I never thought a galaxy far, far away had this much…” his gaze trailed down my outfit, “…fabric tension.”
I elbowed him lightly. “You’re one to talk. That skeleton makeup isn’t doing much to distract from your skinny jeans.”
“You like that, huh?” He gyrated his hips toward me, his dick on full display under the impossibly tight crotch.
I broke into a blushing laugh, forcing myself to look away.
Miles grinned and walked backward in front of us, cape fluttering. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. You’re the only one here making statements. If there’s a costume contest, I’m voting for you.”
“You can’t vote for me. That’s conflict of interest.”
“I’ll have to withdraw on moral grounds,” Ethan said, eyes dropping to my neckline.
I bit back another laugh. “That’s so selfless of you.”
“Painfully.”
