She giggles—motherfuckinggiggles—for me, and shakes her head. It’s the prettiest sound I’ve ever heard. “I’m sure he’s stumbling around finding a bed.” If he falls in with Athena there will be hell to pay. Actually, I’d love to see that.
“Stay?”
“Your bed will be cold.” I nuzzle her throat, licking and sucking, and ask what I need to hear from her. “Do you fuck him?”
“Jealous?” I swear she shimmies beneath me on command.
I grip her hands tighter, pulling her closer. “Do I need to be?”
“No. He’s a sweetie. That’s all.” She shrugs, and that’s fucking that.
I trail kisses along her jawline. “Good. Because if we do this, tonight and any night, love, I’m not sharing you on a stage, not for him or for any of them. Just you and me. Is that clear?” I keep my voice low, rearing back to see her.
“Alright,” she breaths, rocking her hips so her pussy warms the tip of my cock.
I inhale sharply. “Fuck, that’s good, love. I’ve got a mind to sink balls deep inside you, make this pretty little pussy hold me there and not move just to see how long you last without begging me to let you come.”
Her soft little whimper fucks with us both. This is the insanity of our strange, obsessive love that falls on both sides. The sort of obsession that Adora creates. My hands grip hers tight as I plunge into her over and over. A thrum runs through me that has nothing to do with my heart beat and everything to do with hers. Our mouths fuse together, silencing her moans as her cunt clenches down on my cock.
Adora bucks up against me, and heat rushes between her thighs. Her walls flutter over my length in soft kisses as she comes, but I don't stop. I can’t. She’s addictive and utter perfection, andmine.
I no longer care about rules or who might be listening. I drive my hips down, fucking her brutally into the bed as her next orgasm follows fast on the heels of her last. Blunt nails dig into the backs of my hands and she gasps my name into my mouth.
I slam hilt deep inside her, bellowing her name into her mouth. She takes that secret with her, wrapping her legs around me as I hold her close. And when I pull back, she has tears in her eyes.
“Fuck, I was too rough with you,” I murmur my regret for hurting her.
She shakes her head, those glittering eyes still locked onto me, and latches her heels behind my back. “Again, Hendrick,” she whispers.
I swear my cock hears her and reacts, intent on stretching her tight walls, swelling to fill her. Gripping her hips, I roll onto my back, securing her thighs either side of mine. Our mixed cum drips along the sides of my cock, providing lube. “Ride me, love. I want to see that cunt worship my cock.”
Her shattered breath is the most beautiful part of my night. I wonder if she’ll reject me for a moment, but then she begins to move, lifting her hips until only my top is inside her heat, then dropping back down, impaling herself on my length. She frees her hands, one lifting to cover her mouth as a moan tears free.
I circle her waist with my hands, lifting my hips from the bed to thrust deeper. Her cries are louder, and harder to muffle. She struggles so prettily for me as I fuck her hard and deep from underneath. Adora whimpers round her hands as her next orgasm shakes her as she gushes with pleasures that coats us both. As she tumbles onto my chest, her hands closing into tight fists as she struggles for me.
I let out a groan, holding her to me and fuck her hard, gripping her hops to hold her in place. Adora’s mouth latches to my neck, and she licks and kisses there, muffling her moans. Her pretty pussy flutters gloriously and I know my time is shot. I pummel her, wanting to come with her once more. The moment her pussy tightens, gripping my cock, I slam her down on me, holding her in place. She rolls gently, her little cunt contracting on me in perfect waves that milk me root to tip. I moan into her hair and sill my seed inside her a second time.
Adora clings to me as her orgasm sweeps her away, until she’s little more than a trembling, used wet mess on my chest.
And that's how we sleep, not cleaning up, just wet and messy and exhausted.
Until the sun rises.
CHAPTER SEVEN
ADORA
I wake to the scream of a woman I know crying murder in the house of a man I’m falling for.
Pulling away from Hendrick is hard. I want to stay in his arms forever. Pressed to him, skin to skin, with nothing between us, still wearing the evidence of last night’s sins is my new favorite way to wake up. I want to do it every day. I want this to be my new normal. But when Athena screams the house down and scatters horses two fields away, my chances of making love with Hendrick—his rough, fast sort that leaves me sort and craving so much more—is ruined.
Just like my heart after ending the night with him, because I don’t want to be with any other man again. Ever.
I grab the shirt he throws at me, ignoring the look that follows it that promises we can't talk our way out of whatever is about to happen.
“What is it?” Taylor darts out of a bedroom near the back of the house, followed by Crew. Both of them are hastily pulling shorts and pants on...
Rather like Hendrick and myself, only I’m not bothering with the pants option and that’s all he has on.
