"I don’t think addiction is the right word," I growled, but I wouldn't be that stupid guy who confessed to having feelings in the middle of sex. Lainey deserved better than that.
She stroked again, firmer, thumb brushing my head, and I groaned quietly, hips shifting into her grip. While she touched me, I kept my hand between her legs, rubbing over her leggings and panties. The fabric grew soaked; I wanted her pants off. I hooked my fingers into the waistband and started pulling.
"God I want you so bad. See what you're doing to me?" I asked her between kisses. I could feel the moisture spreading up and down my length and knew it was precum. No woman ever got me this riled up this easily.
I tugged her leggings and panties down her thighs together, and she shimmied until they were down all the way, stepping out of them. My fingers found her slick, swollen clit and circled it with one finger, keeping the pressure light and even. Her hips rocked forward, seeking more.
"There, yes," she breathed.
I stayed on that spot, rubbing in steady circles while she stroked me. Her grip tightened, strokes growing more confident. Precum continued to coat her fingers, easing the glide, and matching the moisture now coating my fingers.
"You're so wet," I said against her mouth.
"Yeah," she whispered. "Because of you."
I slid one finger inside her, then two, curling gently to stroke her front wall. She clenched around me, a small moan escaping. I kept my thumb on her clit, rubbing in time with the slow thrusts of my fingers.
Her strokes on my dick faltered when the pleasure built. "Kade… my God…"
"Keep going," I told her. "Stroke me. I like watching you do that."
She resumed, slower now, matching the rhythm of my fingers inside her. Her walls fluttered, thighs trembling. I didn't rush her toward release but I kept the sensation building gradually.
When she pulled back, glassy eyed and breathing hard, I grinned at her.
"I want you inside me," she said quietly.
A dark chuckle bubbled up from my chest. "Whatever you need."
I withdrew my fingers, positioned the head of my cock at her entrance, and rubbed through her wetness. Then I pressed forward, entering her one careful inch at a time. She opened around me, and her walls fluttered as I sank deeper.
She shifted first, a small restless roll of her hips that dragged her inner walls along my length in an uneven slide. I felt the sudden squeeze, then the release, then another involuntary clench as she tried to settle.
I groaned against her hair and gripped her hips as I clenched every muscle in my body. The friction was messy, her wetness making everything slicker. It made me groan in appreciation as I started sliding in and out of her.
Lainey whimpered and clawed at my sides, lifting one leg to wrap around my hips, but it threw her off balance. She leaned hard on the table behind her, so I hooked her leg over my elbow and pushed her up onto the table's edge.
"God, go deeper," she panted, now clenching around me hard.
I thrust again, a little harder, and she met me halfway—hips lifting off the table just enough to take more. The table creaked under the shift in weight, and I braced one hand beside her hip while I continued to push in.
She started moving more—short rocks at first, then longer drags that made her breath hitch every time I bottomed out. I matched her, pulling out almost completely before sliding back in, feeling every inch of her stretch and close around me. The rhythm built without planning: sometimes fast, sometimes a long grind where I stayed deep and circled my hips. Her breathing grew louder, uneven, mixing with the wet sounds between us.
"God, yes," she whimpered, clamping down on me harder again as her hand snaked between us to rub her clit.
"You like that? Does it make you wanna scream my name?" I grinned against a kiss as her fingers dug into my bicep. She pressed her face against my neck and bit down, sucking lightly as I kept thrusting—deep, then shallow, then deep again when she arched.
"Oh... so close," Lainey mewled, and it devolved into a growl against my skin as her teeth sank into my pulse point.
The pace picked up naturally. My thrusts got shorter, harder, less controlled. The table rocked with us now, metal legs scraping faintly against the floor, and her walls started tightening in random waves. I felt the build in her body: thighs trembling, breaths turning sharp.
Then her whole body tensed, inner muscles clamping down in spasms. One tight pulse, then another, then a rolling wave that squeezed me relentlessly. Wetness surged around us, coating my cock until I felt the mess between us. Her hips bucked in short, jerky movements, chasing the peak while her walls kept contracting. She made low, broken sounds against my neck—gasps mixed with whimpers—and her body shook as the orgasm dragged on in messy pulses before fading into softer flutters.
The feel of her coming snapped something in me. Pressure coiled tight, then broke open as release hit me. The first spurt was thick, hot, shooting inside her. Then another, weaker, then a stronger one that made my hips jerk forward without rhythm. Each pulse was a spike of pleasure, then a dull throb, then another spike as I emptied into her. My cock twitched with every jet, hips pressing flush while her walls still fluttered weakly around me, drawing out the last drops. I groaned low against her hair, body tensing through the final throbs until the release slowed to heavy breathing and faint tremors.
Lainey sat panting as I let her leg slide down, and adjusted myself to give her space. I kissed her again softly and nipped her lower lip, and she moaned and let her head fall back, breaking the contact as I slid out of her and watched the mess drip all over the table and floor.
“God, a gusher," I joked, grinning at her as she lifted her head and looked down at my glistening, still-hard dick in my hand. A smile stretched across her face as she shook her head and rolled her eyes.
