She grasped his sack and rolled her fingers. He hissed through his teeth.
“No one’s timing us, Devon. As long as we both come, I don’t care how long it lasts.”
He rubbed his cock between her legs. “There’s no issue with me coming. It’s you I’m worried about.”
Addison shuddered as the tip bumped against her clit. “Do you feel that? How wet I am?”
His arm wrapped around her, and he dipped a finger into the cleft of her ass, pulling her closer.
She gasped and widened her legs.
“Yeah, I feel it,” he said against her lips. He pushed her against the wall of the shower. “Guide me in.”
Wrapping her fist around his shaft, she stroked from head to base a few times before guiding him where she needed him.
His other hand reached down and grabbed her leg behind her knee. “Lift your leg.”
Addison wrapped her leg high around his waist as he crouched and surged up, seating himself deep in one thrust.
She inhaled sharply and dropped her head against the tile. God, he was thick. As soaked as she was, it was still a tight fit. So deliciously tight.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
He stared down at her, his face inches from hers.
“Yes.”
Devon withdrew and slid forward, never breaking eye contact, and she gasped again. “You sure.”
She clenched around him. “Very sure.”
He groaned against her mouth and thrust into her again. His movements were measured and even, but he pressed hard each time he pushed forward.
Her hands roamed his body—over the tight globes of his ass, up his chest and shoulders. She couldn’t get enough. Couldn’t get close enough.
“More,” she said.
“Fuck. Addy.” He sped up.
Every time he hit bottom, she tilted her hips to meet him, but it still wasn’t enough. That warmth in the center of her core was building but slowly. She knew if she chased it too hard, she’d lose it.
“Devon.” She needed more.
“Hold on.” He lifted her other leg around his hips and slammed into her.
“Yes.” That was what she needed. Devon’s pubic bone hit her clit each time. He adjusted his grip, and the angle of his thrusts changed so the head of his cock hit the front of her sheath.
“Oh, God. Don’t stop!”
It built fast and exploded through her quicker than she expected. Not quite as hard as when he’d fucked her on the bed but surprising in its intensity. She could feel the waves rolling through as her muscles spasmed. Squeezing her eyes closed, she clenched tight around him, unable to do anything except ride it out.
“Ah, fuck!” Somehow, he laid her on the shower floor. With her legs still wrapped around his hips, he pounded into her, losing all finesse. With a shout, he thrust forward and rounded his back. His strokes shortened until he seated himself tight and shuddered.
Water swirled around them, and the only sounds were the patter of water on the tile and their heavy breathing.
Devon rested his head against hers. “We forgot the condom again.”
“I’m on birth control and I’m clean.” She couldn’t stop touching him, running her hands up and down his back and shoulders.
“I’m clean, too.” He rose up on his elbows and brushed a strand of hair away from her face. “I want to stay here—inside you, not in the shower—but we should probably check in with Paige and Graham.”
That sobered her up instantly. Guilt rushed through her as fast as her orgasm had. For one blissful moment, she’d forgotten where they were and why. And yet she still wouldn’t have traded that moment.
He must have read her thoughts. “Sorry I spoiled the moment.”
“You didn’t spoil it. Reality had to intrude at some point.”
“When we get out of here, we’ll find a moment with no intrusions.”
