I kiss a path across her skin, open-mouthed and hungry, while my arms wrap around her and my hand finds the end of her braid.
I slide my fingers down the length of it first, feeling each woven section like I’m getting to know it, getting to know her.She shivers.Her breathing changes.Her heart feels frantic beneath my mouth, and I kiss along her chest again because I want to memorize the sound she makes when she can’t pretend she doesn’t want me.
She cries out my name, and her tight little pussy clenches around me again.My cock throbs deep inside her, pulsing, right against that spot the piercing keeps grinding into, but I hold myself back.I’m not letting go until she does.
I drag my mouth up from her chest to the hollow of her throat, pressing her body closer as I fist her braid.I use it to guide her posture, tilting her head back so her neck falls back, her spine arches, and her hips shift forward.The change in angle drives me deeper.
She gasps, and I smile against her skin.
“That’s it,” I breathe against her throat.“Feel good?”
She whimpers in response, so I pull the braid just a fraction tighter.
Her nails rake over my shoulders, and I feel her clench hard around me.The pressure spikes up my spine, the pain from her nails and the sweet, unbearable pleasure of her body gripping me both hitting at once.The pain grounds me.The pleasure nearly knocks me out.
“I like that,” she whispers, voice already gone.“Don’t stop.”
That’s all I need.
I tighten my grip in her braid, a fraction more, and her reaction is immediate—her thighs shaking, her body rolling down onto me like she’s not choosing anymore.A little pain with the pleasure.A little grounding with the high.It hits her the same way it hits me.
“Jay, I’m-”
That’s all she gets out before she comes around me, triggering my own orgasm.
It’s feral, it’s obsessive.It’s everything.
Once the stars have subsided in my vision, Ally pushes back to the couch following me down.
We’re sticky from sweat and I can feel my cum seeping out of her, but she makes no effort to move.In fact, she closes her eyes and rubs her cheek against my chest, getting comfortable.
“Shouldn't we clean up, Doc?”I whisper as my fingers trace up and down her spine.
She shakes her head, keeping her eyes closed.“Not yet.Just let me enjoy this.”
It’s not long before I hear her deep breathing and realize I’m not far behind.
Ally sleeping on top of me with my dick still inside her after the best sex of my life.
Yeah… I could get used to this.
I look like I've been mauled by a bear.
A very attractive, pierced, infuriatingly persistent bear who just gave me the best orgasm of my life—again.
I catch my reflection in the hallway mirror outside my dorm and wince.My braid is half undone, chunks of hair are sticking out at angles that defy physics.My lips are swollen.There's a hickey forming on my collarbone that I don't remember getting, and my shirt is inside out.
Inside.Out.
I didn't even notice until right now.
Great.Fantastic.This is fine.
I fumble with my keys, hands still shaking from the adrenaline crash of sneaking out of Jay Cross's apartment at 6 A.M.like a criminal fleeing the scene of a crime.
Which, technically, I am.
The crime being my complete and utter lack of self-control.
