“Dick.” I choke on my own panting breath. “So. Fucking. Bad.”
Happy chuckles a low, rumbling laugh, and I clamber down, finding my feet and quickly removing my blouse and jeans, left standing in my underwear. I look up at him, still dressed in his suit pants and shirt, and I eye him obviously likehurry-the-fuck-up.
With another low chuckle, Happy kicks off his shoes and makes quick work of removing his clothes until he’s left in nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs that stretch against his gorgeous erection. And while I would love nothing more than to drop to my knees and take his perfect cock in my mouth again, the ache between my legs is almost unbearable.
With a shove, I push Happy onto my bed. He goes easily with yet another chuckle, scrambling up the mattress and relaxing back against the pillows, hands clasped behind his head. I allow my eyes to roam over his body, taking in every part of his perfection, from his muscular chest, perfectly pebbled nipples, the flex of his stacked abs, and the outline of his cock in those Calvin Kleins.
I walk around the bed to my nightstand and open the drawer, plucking a condom from the stash and tossing it at him. “Be a good boy and put that on.”
Happy’s eyes light up at my praise, and he shimmies out of his underwear, his delicious dick springing to life, the tip glistening with precum that makes my mouth water. I watch as he sheaths himself, stroking his length a few times in the process, like a fucking tease, and I remove my bra and panties, climbing onto the bed.
“All aboard the Slater Express,” Happy jokes, waving me to him with a cocky grin.
“Lame.” I roll my eyes but climb on anyway, planting my knees on either side of his hips before lowering myself and rubbing my pussy against his thick shaft.
Happy’s hands move from my hips, trailing up my sides, myribs, before cupping my breasts and tracing my peaked nipples with his calloused thumbs.
I continue grinding on him, working myself up, closer and closer until it’s too much. Reaching down, I wrap my hand around the base of his dick and position him just right, the head of his cock notched at my entrance before I sink down onto him torturously slow, feeling every inch of his perfect dick stretch and fill me until I’m fully seated.
“Fuck, look at that pretty pussy taking my dick,” Happy grits out, his gaze focused on where we’re joined, his thumb pressing against my clit.
“Shit,” I choke out through a whimpered moan, my head falling back. I’m so full—almost too full—but it feels so fucking good.
I brace myself, placing my hands against his hot, firm chest, rocking my hips, and I’m already so close, the filthy sound of my wetness almost embarrassing as Happy thrusts his hips up to meet me, hitting me even deeper.
“Oh, yes, right there,” I cry out when I feel his cock graze my G-spot, rolling my hips a little faster, grinding hard.
“That’s it. Ride me,” Happy whispers through gritted teeth. “Use my fucking cock, Baby Draper.”
“Ohmygod,” I whimper, feeling the wave of my release so close.
Happy sits up, wrapping his hand around the back of my head, fisting my hair and pulling it just hard enough, his lips crashing against mine in a depraved, bruising kiss. He holds me to him so tight as he continues pumping up into me hard and deep. I can feel my orgasm begin to crest, bliss unfurling in my belly and lighting me up from the inside out, but just before I can reach the peak, the bridge starts playing from out in the hall, causing us both to stop.
My brows knit together as I search through my lust-filled daze for what, I don’t even know. Panting, I manage, “Is that…KPop Demon Hunters?”
“Oh, shit!” Happy hisses, scrambling out from underneath me.
Confused, and more than a little offended that he’s choosing a phone call over letting me finish, I lift off him despite my objecting pussy, watching him jump up off the bed and running naked out of my room, gaping at the doorway he just disappeared through as I hear a rushed, “Hello?”
With the moment well and truly ruined, because fuck him, that’s why, I grab my oversized sleep shirt from under my pillow and shrug it on, hopping up and padding through to my bathroom to wash my face while trying hard to listen to Happy’s low tone, his words purposely hushed and murmured.
“It’s in the cabinet above the coffee machine,” he says. “The orange one…. Yeah…. Try that.”
My brows knit together as I pluck my jade roller from the cup of various skincare tools sitting next to the sink, slowly rolling it over my dewy skin.
“Okay. I’ll come now,” Happy whispers. “Love you, too. Bye.”
The jade roller slips from my fingers, falling into the sink with a clatter.
What. The. Actual. Fuck?
Did he just—Oh. My. God.
Not again. Please, no.
My stomach lurches, falling into the pit of my ass; I feel physically sick. Hands trembling, I pick up the jade roller and place it back into its cup, turning and walking through to my bedroom to find Happy buttoning his shirt hastily. His gaze lands on me, slowly taking me in from head to toe while avoiding my eyes. He glances down at his phone resting on the foot of my bed.
“That was, uh…” He licks his lips, hesitating before finally looking at me. “I have to go.”
