“There’s nothing funny about safety.”
Her giggles morphed into full on laughs and she bent as the waist.
He growled, stalking the two steps it took to put him in front of her. She straightened and pulled her lips between her teeth. He crowded her against the wall and she gasped when her back hit the tile.
“You get it out of your system?” He tore the packet with his teeth and roll the condom over his hard length.
She smirked. “Why? You got something else for me?”
“Yeah, I got something else for you.” He ran his hands over her hips to her ass. His fingers traced the crack of her cheeks and he teased the opening of her pussy.
Her jaw dropped and her breath escaped in a rush.
He lifted her, using his hands to spread her legs. “Wrap your legs around my waist.” The head of his cock found her entrance and he pressed into her. She took him, surrounded him — and it destroyed him.
Everything in him shifted and made room for Emme. He’d buried his cock in her slick heat, but she was the one who invaded every inch of him.
He withdrew and thrust forward.
She wrapped her arms around his neck. “Oh my god.” Her heels dug into his ass. “Oh god.”
Scraping his teeth along her jaw, he held her in place on his cock, adjusting to the feelings coursing through him. Not just the desire or the need to slam into her and possess her. There was something spreading through his chest. Something heavy, but freeing at the same time.
He pulled out slowly until the only the tip remained and slid forward at the same pace.
Her finger nails dug into his shoulders. “Faster. Please.”
“So polite. Since you asked so nicely.” Jordan pressed her against the wall and surged forward. Picking up the pace, he pumped into her, keeping a quick and steady rhythm.
She nipped his earlobe. “Your cock feels so good.”
His fingers dug into her ass. “What does it feel like?”
“Thick. Hard. I can feel your balls slapping my ass.”
“Fuck. Hang on, babe.” He lifted her higher and pistoned his hips. His balls drew up against his body and tension coiled tight at the base of his spine.
“I’m going to come. Don’t stop,” she panted in his ear.
“Let it go. I want to feel you milk my cock.”
“Holy fuck.” Her head fell back against the tile and her shout echoed off the tile walls.
Her walls clenched and pulsed around him. Watching her come — eyes closed, mouth agape, ecstasy all over her face — he shortened his strokes. The tension released and he planted himself deep in her core as his orgasm exploded. Grunting, he flexed his ass cheeks and dropped his head forward. The tile under his temple was cool — the only cool spot on his entire body. His heart pounded, threatening to break through his chest. He tried to tell himself it was just the exertion, but Mötley Crüe’sKickstart My Heartstarted playing in his head. Why did he feel like he was in over his head?
Emme’s fingers massaged the back of his neck. “You okay?” she asked.
He raised his head and kissed her softly. “You’d think I’d be in better shape, running five miles a day.”
Her eyebrows rose. “Well. This is more of a sprint than a marathon.”
Shifting her weight so he held her with one arm, he grasped the base of the condom and eased out of her. Her eyes closed and her lips parted in a silent gasp.
“Jesus, Emme, you’re killing me.”
“What?” She looked honestly confused.
He shook his head and eased her legs down, making sure she was steady before letting her go. Stepping out of the shower, he tossed the condom into the small trashcan and rejoined Emme in the shower. She stood under the water with her head tilted back, her left arm squeezing excess water from her hair—watching him with her golden eyes.
