“There you go,” Monica whispered.
Both him and Amelia moaned together as Monica helped guide him into her. He wrapped his arms around her as soon as he could and pulled her flush against his body.
“Don’t move yet,” he whispered. He needed a moment to take this all in, to feel her close to him as she peppered his jaw and neck with quick kisses. She clenched around him, and his hand came down on her ass in two quick successions. “Don’t do that either,” he growled.
Her laughter sent a fire across his skin. “Do what, exactly?” She lifted her head up to look at him, and he swore his heart stopped.
“Have I told you how beautiful you are?” He brushed the errant curl to the side. If he could stay wrapped up in her like this he would. They were the perfect fit. Her pussy felt like it was made for him, and he loved how she gave him shit, both here and in the office.
I want more.
The dangerous thought popped into his head again. There wasn’t supposed to be any blurring of the lines, and he was a fool to think it wouldn’t happen.
“Do you?—”
“I need?—”
They both spoke at the same time and dissolved into a fit of giggles. He kissed her nose. “You first.”
“Wow, any other time you would have tried to keep talking over me. But….” She swiveled her hips, and her walls tightened around him, making his eyes roll.
Fuck me. This was going to be quick.
“I need…I need you to move. Please,” she begged.
“As you wish.” He quickly complied, surging his hips up. He was glad for the distraction and letting her talk first. He almost asked her to spend the weekend with him. That would have been a mistake, no matter how good it felt to move inside of her.
“Hold on.” he grabbed her under her thighs and stood up. The movement drove him deeper, and he had to pause to catch his breath. “You feel…fuck, Melia.” He switched their position, putting her on her back on the chaise. He pulled her legs up into her chest and leaned forward, fucking her until he could burn this need for her out of his system.
“This is going to be over too quickly,” he grunted. He could feel her walls wrapping around him, pulling him deeper into her.
“That’s fine. I’m close. Don’t hold back,” she moaned, her eyes locked on him. “I want you to fuck me, Mr. Monroe.”
Those words off her swollen lips sent his hips pounding into her at a speed that alarmed him. But he couldn’t stop. She met him thrust for thrust, her own moans adding to the chorus of skin slapping skin and the chaise moving across the floor.
“They’re enthralled with you.” Monica was close again. Her words were ivory and silk, adding to the growing passion. “The glass is fogging. I bet all those patrons are either so hard they hurt or so wet they ache.” She teased.
“He’s showing everyone in here how well he knows your body, Amelia. How hard you liked to be fucked and just how pretty you sound taking his cock.” Monica came to stand next to them, her hand stroking Amelia’s hair.
“How good does he feel inside of you?” she questioned. Amelia’s response was a deep groan, and her walls tightened around him, coaxing his release out. He wasn’t sure how much longer he had in him.
“You remember when I said he knows your body?” Monica’s other hand gripped the side of his neck, her fingers teasing his pulse. She had connected them together, forming an even stronger tether. “You know his mind, Amelia.”
The tension was growing to its breaking point. Sparks danced in his vision, and the room slowly melted away to just the two of them. He was buried so deep inside of her, he wasn’t sure where she began and he ended—he wanted it like this always.
He leaned into her, pressing her knees into her chest. It changed the angle of his thrust, and there was an extra breath she took between whimpers. She kept her eyes locked with his, pulling him deeper under her spell. His mouth was moving, even as some self-preservation tried to hold what he wanted to say back.
“Spend the weekend with me, Melia. We can spend the night here in one of the rooms.” He groaned. “But give me this weekend, please. I need more time.” He didn’t care that he was begging.
Jordan reared back, pulling her legs around his waist. He gripped her under her ass and shifted them again so he was sitting with her on his lap. She immediately wrapped her arms around him and started shaking in his hold. He swallowed her cries, taking whatever she offered. He could feel her getting closer. “What do you need, Melia?” He wrapped his hand around her throat, giving it quick squeeze.
“I need,” she whimpered, her eyes getting watery. “I need more time too.” The words were barely spoken above a whisper, but he heard them as loud as if she were screaming them at the top of her lungs.
He smiled. “I knew you liked me.” She let out a snort, and he kissed her nose. “Can you cum for me? I can’t hold myself back much longer.”
She nodded. “Let me lean back on the chaise.” He released his hold on her but kept her legs wrapped around his waist. Monica, reading the situation with ease, wrapped one hand around Amelia’s neck and dipped her head, teasing her nipples.
“There you go,” Jordan murmured, feeling a surge of wetness coat his cock. He kept his strokes quick and even. He put pressure on her clit, while Monica pressed her palm into her stomach.
