He releases my nipple to hike my leg up over his hip, and then he slides a hand up my throat, squeezing slightly. It makes me a little lightheaded, but I know there’s nothing to be concerned about. I can still breathe, and it’s so damn sexy.
His cock hits every spot I crave, and I reach out to grab onto his ass, pulling him even closer with every forward thrust. I need him as deep as possible.
“Fuck, you like it dirty, don’t you?”
All I can manage is a whimper as the orgasm washes over me, my fingernails digging into his skin. I come hard around him, and I cry out, thankful I don’t need to worry about waking anyone like I did last night. I can let it all out.
Zep slows and locks eyes with me as his hand leaves my throat to tug on my nipple again. “That didn’t take long. Your date really shit the bed last night.”
My cheeks flush. “I, uh, normally take longer than that. Usually have to be finished off after the guy finishes.”
There’s that damn smirk again. The cocky one that normally makes me want to slap him. Now that I know why he’s so damn arrogant, I just want to kiss him instead. “Really?”
“Really,” I say and let out a moan as he expertly rolls his hips to hit spots few before him have ever reached. “You weren’t lying.”
“About?”
“What you’re really good at. Fuck,” I mutter and arch my back.
His tongue slides over his lips, and he stares at me with that intense gaze. I don’t know how he manages it, but he turns me on even more. “I want to make you feel good, Misty. Help in the ways no one else does.”
I’m learning there are so many sides to this man. I’ve heard enough stories to know there’s a scary side I don’t really want to see in person. But he’s also caring. Sweet. Tender. And he’s good with Bernie.
Oh God, I’m screwed. There’s no way I can be satisfied with just a week. That we can be just friends after this. But it’s too late now to worry about.
If I didn’t know about his ex, I’d think he could fall for me, too. But I’m just a placeholder. The person warming his bed until Chanel comes back around. I just pray she gives me this week. Ineedthis week.
He flips us over, and I get to take control. I smirk at him as I realize it’s my turn to show him the skills I have.
“This is a great view,” he says, flicking my nipples with a wide smile.
Bending forward, I kiss his neck as I roll my hips and grind my clit against him. “What’s your favorite position?”
“Probably every guy’s favorite.”
A small sigh comes from him as I suck on his pulse point. Something I hadn’t realized felt so good until he nipped at mine last night, and I’m happy to know he likes it just as much.
“Is that right? And here I thought you were different than most men.”
“I fuck better than most, that’s for sure.”
“From my relatively limited experience in comparison, I’d have to agree,” I say and climb off him.
He frowns and reaches for me. “Where are you going?”
“A variation of your favorite position.”
The surprised gasp as I turn around and lower myself onto him, facing away, makes my confidence soar. He’s not the only one who can make the other feel good.
“This is also a great view.”
I’ve never wanted to please someone so much in my entire life. Instead, I move the way I know he needs, pushed along as his hands massage my ass cheeks. The rhythm of his squeezes matches my own, and I know he likes it even though I can’t see him.
Moving faster, I bring myself to the edge, too, loving the spots his cock hits as I rotate my hips. I just wish he’d make more noise. Say something. Tell me how much he loves it.
“Fuck, you’re so damn tight,” he finally says.
“Thought maybe I was losing you,” I manage to say as my muscles begin to tense.
