Another nod. Because right now, more than anything, I want to feel all of him too. No barriers. No distance. Just us.
His jaw tightens as he grips the base of his cock, and with a flick of his wrist, he peels the condom that he just put on off, tossing it carelessly onto the floor. My breath catches as he climbs over me, his body caging mine, his warmth seeping into my skin as he positions himself, the thick, perfectly round head of his cock pressing right at my entrance with a thick vein running on the side.
“Mae, I want you back in my life for good,” he murmurs, his gaze intense. “I want all of you, every inch of you, to be mine. I don’t want to share you. Your parents tore us apart as kids, but we aren’t kids anymore. Now is our time—if you’ll have me. I want to get to know Elsie, understand your business better and be there for you along the way with whatever you need from me.”
His words hit me like a punch to the chest, raw and earnest, but he doesn’t give me time to process them before his thumb finds my clit again, teasing, coaxing, sending another wave of pleasure rolling through me. He presses lower, slipping his thumb inside my opening, stretching me just enough to make me shudder before withdrawing and replacing it with his cock.
And then he thrusts in deep, hips rocking forward, seating himself inside me in one firm stroke, and I swear stars explode behind my eyes. My back arches, my body clenches around him as he fills me completely.
"Tell me we can give this a shot," he rasps, gripping my thigh to hold me open and then hooking it around his hip to sink even deeper, his movements slow but deliberate, dragging pleasure from every inch of me.
My mind screams that this is a bad idea, that we shouldn’t do this because of our professional relationship. But the orgasm I’m chasing says otherwise. That maybe he’s right. Maybe it really was our parents who tore us apart. Maybe we could be something again.
I nod, barely able to get the motion out before he drives into me harder, deeper, his pace rough and desperate. This time, he’s notgentle. This time is passionate. Need. Years of pent-up tension crashing between us and culminating in a second chance.
I dig my nails into his back, and with a cry, I come again, letting the pleasure rip through me as he follows, filling me with his seed.
Chapter 18: Mae
Cody: I can still taste you on my fingers
Mae: I’m in a meeting with a client.
Cody: A man?
Mae: Yes, Cody, most of my clients are male athletes.
Cody: Fuck, I’m jealous.
Mae: Don’t be. I can still feel you between my legs.
Cody: Good. I’ll see you tonight. Plan on having you leaking me from that sweet pussy all week.
Mae: You’re crazy.
Cody: For you, yeah, I think I always have been.
***
The next night…
Cody: I’ll be to your house in a few minutes. Just wrapping up at the studio.
Mae: No rush.
Cody: No. There’s definitely a fucking rush. I’m starving and not for food. I need your pussy all over my face.
Mae: You’re insatiable.
Cody: And you’re not? I think I remember you last nightbegging me for more after I fucked you in the shower, thrice.
Mae: Thrice? Really?
Cody: Am I wrong?
Mae: I’m shaking my head at your use of thrice, but no, you’re not wrong.
Cody: Good. See you in an hour. I’ll bring dinner. You bring the pussy.
