“Fuck…” I groan. My hands tangle in her hair as she pulls my pants down.
Her smirk grows as she sees the ring I have at the base of my shaft then a Prince Albert at the tip. “Please tell me a man did these.”
“You jealous, Jennie?”
Her eyes flash up. “Maybe.”
Oh, she is—I can see it—and fuck if I don’t want more of it. “Can’t say only women have touched my dick like you’re about to, Killer.”
Jensen smirks as her hand wraps tightly around my shaft. “Yeah? Well, I’m the only one who gets to touch it now.”
Before I can agree she has me in her mouth. “Fuck, Jensen.” My hips pulse forward ever so slightly and my grip tightens in her hair. “It’s only yours…” I grit out, and for some reason I can’t seem to add that it’s hers for now.
We might be temporary, but with a sweet moan from her as she takes me deeper, my dick might belong to Jensen forever after this.
My hips move a little more at the thought. My head tilts back when it draws more moans from her.
I can already feel my balls tightening and that tell of a tingle at the base of my spine with Jensen’s mouth taking me like the good girl she said she is, but then her hand slips back from my balls and lightly rims my ass.
I immediately pick her up from the floor and carry her back until I’ve got her fully pressed against the window. The look on her face tells me she got the reaction she wanted out of me.
“Got to work on that stamina, Mr. Pro Athlete.”
“You’re right.” I lift her dress slowly, letting my fingers tease her soft skin until I reach the lace of her underwear to slide it just as painfully slow back down. “You said you were a good girl, but that’s a lie.” My hands lift the back of her thighs. “You’re lethal, baby.”
Lining up with her entrance, I pause.
“I’ve never had sex without a condom. Never would have even considered it, but with you?—”
“Beck…” she cuts me off, my name hushed as her hands hold tightly on my shoulders. “I’ll already think of you every time I put this dress on…make me feel you.”
Good god. I’m deep inside her before I can think twice. Both our heads tilt back with a moan as the sensation works its way through our bodies.
“Oh my god, that ring is right on my clit.”
My smirk grows as I lift her body then bring her back down. Her nails dig into my shoulders, and I start to move her in quicker pulses.
“Fuck, Beck, that feels amazing.”
Her walls start to squeeze me like a vise and that tingly feeling from her mouth around my cock is now an electric shock. We’ve barely even started, and while I could blame my lack of control from it being a while since I’ve had sex, I don’t think that’s the case—it’s her.
Something about us feels so deep and connected, even though we both see an eventual end to whatever this is…the thought is enough to have my heart pounding and my grip on her tighten like I don’t want to let her go.
Fuck, I’m feeling way too much. This is supposed to be just sex…
“Deeper.” Jensen tugs at my shoulders bringing me back to the moment. “I need to feel more of you.”
Shit, the word feel is starting to lose all meaning.
I press her harder up against the window so my entire body is in line with hers. “Are you going to come all over this cock, baby?”
Jensen’s eyes lock with mine, this wicked grin on her lips. “Maybe, unless you come first again.”
Shit, she’s everything. Fuck all the overthinking, I just need to focus on this—on her and why we’re doing this in the first place.
My dick is absolutely raging as I slow down my thrusts. I move tortuously slow so that she feels every inch going in and out. All while that ring on my base teases her clit. Her eyes squeeze shut and her nails claw into my shoulders.
“We may not be in the typical missionary position, but I’ll still argue with you, Jen. So, go ahead, lie and say you aren’t going to come on this cock.”
