I pulled back slightly, then sank in deep until my hips met her cheeks and I was fully inside of her. She cried out softly, her body trembling beneath me. The vibrator kept buzzing as we both worked it over her swollen clit.
I rocked my hips, letting her feel every thick inch stretching her asshole out. Each thrust made her whimper, the pain fading intosomething needier as her body learned to take me. Her ass lifted more, allowing me to push into her even deeper.
“Fuck, Hallie,” I groaned, picking up the pace. “You look so beautiful taking my cock in your perfect little ass. Like the good slut you are.”
She moaned louder, the sound raw and unrestrained, holding the vibrator tight against her clit as her thighs began to quake.
I leaned over her, chest to her back, sliding one hand up to cup her breast and pinch her nipple while the other guided the toy in faster circles. She dropped her own hand, letting me take over so that I was fully in control of her pleasure.
“Come for me,” I ordered against her ear. “Come with my cock in your ass and this toy on your clit. Let me feel you squeeze me.”
She shattered almost instantly, letting out a piercing, broken cry from the back of her throat as her body convulsed underneath mine. The sight, the feel, and the sound of her coming undone pushed me over the edge.
I thrust deep one last time and came just as hard, groaning her name as I spilled inside her, My hips jerked forward until I was empty and shaking.
We stayed locked together for a long moment, my sweaty chest sticky against her back. I pressed a soft kiss to the nape of her neck. “Who owns you, baby girl?”
Hallie struggled to pull her hair away from her eyes. “You do,” she said, breathless. I slowly slid out of her, and then grabbed her by the hips to pull her upright. She collapsed against my chest, her legs trembling. I held her close to keep her from falling.
I made a decision, right then and there, to never let her go.
Sixteen
Hallie
I woke up slowly,knowing I was wrapped in safety in comfort before my eyes even fluttered open. Knox’s arm felt heavy around my body, his soft, oversized Chicago Bulls t-shirt soft against my breasts. His fingers curled around my hand, and I heard him inhale against the back of my head before he pressed a kiss to my hair.
“Morning, beautiful.”
I giggled, backing closer against his body. “I don’t feel beautiful in the mornings.”
“Bullshit.”
“You wouldn’t be saying that if you could smell my breath.”
He kissed the back of my neck. “I was just describing it, baby girl.”
I laughed harder now, twisting around to reach for something to pinch. But he fought back, catching both of my wrists between us. I opened my mouth for another teasing comment, but he leaned forward to kiss me before the words could come out. God, kissing himfelt so good, it almost made me sad to know this was what I’d been missing out on.
A light rapping sound forced us apart. “What was that?” I whispered, staring into his eyes for the answer.
Knox was frozen. “I think someone’s at the door.”
There was a second knock, impatient this time, and Knox sat up. “Is it one of your neighbors?” I asked.
“Maybe,” he said, smiling from one side of his mouth as he slid out from beneath the blankets. My eyes drifted to the front of his gray sweatpants. “Probably want to complain about the noise we made last night.”
I laughed, sitting up to tuck my hair behind my ears. “Next time we should—”
There was a third knock, this one with even more force behind it. “Knox, open up, man,” a familiar male voice yelled. My back stiffened. “Wanna tell me why myfuckingsister’s car is out there?”
“Shit,” Knox and I said simultaneously. Why the hell was Adrian here?
My head spun with dread, and Knox scratched the back of his neck, hesitating in the doorway of his bedroom. “I don’t know what to tell him.”
I rose to my feet, the plaid boxers peeking out from beneath the Bulls t-shirt. My clothes from last night were folded neatly on Knox’s kitchen island. In the span of just a few seconds, I accepted the reality of Adrian knowing about my romantic involvement with his best friend. It was theotherstuff I’d much prefer to hide.
“Where’d you put the, um…?”
