“Spread your legs, doll.”
She does, widening her stance, and I stroke through her heat, pressing past her lips, and teasing her entrance. She pushes back against me, seeking more, and the needy sound she makes nearly undoes me.
“I can’t hold back much longer,” I warn her.
“Then don’t.”
That’s all the permission I need.
I free my cock from my jeans, position myself behind her, pushing the tip inside her, and then thrust home in one smooth motion.
June cries out, her palms slapping against the mirror. The sound echoes in the small room, mixing with my own groan of relief. She’s tight and hot and perfect, and being inside her feels the way I imagine heaven would.
“Fuck,” I breathe against her ear. “You feel incredible.”
“Move,” she demands. “Kai, please, move.”
I start to thrust, setting a rhythm that’s probably too hard, too fast, too desperate. But I can’t help it. I’ve been wound tight for hours, wanting her, needing her, and now that I have her, I can’t hold anything back.
Her moans grow louder with each plunge, bouncing off the walls, filling the room with the sound of her pleasure. I watch our reflection in the glass, the way her face contorts with ecstasy, how my hands grip her hips hard.
“That’s it,” I growl. “Let me hear you.”
“Kai… Oh God, Kai…”
The door suddenly swings open behind us.
I glance in the mirror, not slowing my pace, and spot Carter standing in the doorway. His eyes widen, then narrow, a grin spreading across his face.
“You fucker.” He steps inside, letting the door swing shut behind him. “Of course you’re in here with her.”
June moans, either not hearing him or not caring. I thrust harder, deeper, chasing the building pressure at the base of my spine.
“Scream for me, doll,” I tell her. “Let him hear you.”
She does, loud and uninhibited, her whole body shaking as she gets closer to the edge. Carter approaches until he’s standing beside us. He reaches out and brushes the hair back from June’s face, forcing her to look at him.
“You’re doing so well,” he murmurs, his voice low and approving. “So beautiful when you’re falling apart.”
“Carter…” She’s gasping, barely coherent.
“Hope you’re ready,” he continues, his eyes meeting mine over her shoulder. “Because I’m next. We’re going to keep taking turns.”
The words push her over the edge. June comes undone with a scream that probably echoes down the entire corridor. I feel her clenching around me, milking me, and it takes every ounce of willpower I have not to follow her over. Not until we’re both done with fucking her senseless.
I work her through it, slowing my thrusts to long, deep strokes that draw out her orgasm until she’s trembling, barely able to stand.
For a moment, none of us move. June is pressed against the mirror, held up only by my body behind her. Carter is watching us with dark, hungry eyes, his cock already out and in his hand. And I’m trying to remember how to breathe.
“Well,” Carter says finally, his voice rough. “That was quite a show.”
June laughs weakly. “Glad you enjoyed it.”
“Oh, I did.” He steps closer, sliding a hand up her back, nudging me out of the way. “But now it’s my turn to make you scream.”
I pull out carefully, steadying June when her knees threaten to buckle. She glances at us through the mirror, her cheeks flushed and her eyes glazed with satisfaction.
Carter grins, staring her up and down. “Just beautiful. Now bed over for me a bit more.”
