“I wasn’t lying.” She rolls her bottom lip under her teeth as her hand wraps around my cock giving it long, firm strokes. “I forgot how huge you are. I canjustwrap my hand around you. One day will you let me put it in my mouth?”
“I could never say no.” I try to hold my breath to stop myself from coming at the thought of it. “Turn and face the mirror. Put your hands on the counter.”
She follows my instructions, bracing her hands on the counter, arching her back in a way that steals every coherent thought from my mind. In the mirror, her eyes find mine, as she spreads her stance wider and reaches around to grab my dick. Her hand finds my balls instead, palming them in her hand. I swear under my breath at how good it feels, tilting my head back to the ceiling when she massages them gently.
“Mads, you’re going to finish this before I even get to fuck you.”
I watch her smile in the mirror before she removes her hand and places it back on the counter. The need to be in her makes breathing feel impossible, so I tip her hips up with my hands and push inside of her. Her lips part on a gasp, her gazelocking with mine in the reflection. It takes everything I have to keep my eyes open, to hold that connection while the air between us thickens.
“This is going to be hard and fast, Mads. Next time I’m going to take my time and edge you until you’re on your knees begging. Now, I need you to be quiet so no one in this house hears me fucking you. Can you do that for me?”
She nods immediately, pushing back into my hips with a soft, breathless moan. “I can be quiet…please Jess.”
God help me, I want to give her everything. I want to take her hard and fast, but the truth is, the way she looks with her ass in the air rutting back against me, is already too much. One more reckless move and I’ll lose every shred of control.
I force myself to slow down. To move with deliberate, deep, consuming intent that has her bracing harder against the counter. Each slow push forward steals both our breaths. Each retreat leaves her reaching for more, her body shifting, widening her stance, silently urging me closer and deeper.
“Again,” she whispers. “Jesse… again.”
I settle into a rhythm that borders on torture — a measured, powerful give-and-take that has her fingers curling against the porcelain and her body tightening, calling me back every time I try to pull away. She fits me like she’s made for me, for this exact kind of pressure, for the way I can’t stop snapping my hips into her.
She leans further into the counter, her breath coming in sharp little pulls. “Feels so good,” she murmurs, a broken edge to her voice. “Jesse, it feels…so good.”
It’s better than good. It’s better than anything I’ve ever felt. The sight of her in the mirror, the way my chest is pressed against her back. My face is against her neck, my mouth sucking the sensitive flesh there.
“Jesse, that’s going to leave a mark,” she breathes, but the way she tilts her neck toward me tells me she wants it every bitas much as I want to give it. When she wakes up tomorrow and sees it, she’ll know exactly who put it there. She’ll remember the way she asked for it.
My mouth finds the curve of her neck, teeth grazing her skin just hard enough to draw a gasp from her before I smooth the sting with my tongue. I trace a path up to her jaw and back again, leaving a trail of wet kisses everywhere I touch. By the time I pull back, she’s covered in the kind of marks that only happen when neither of us is thinking straight. The rush of it rips through me so hard my whole body tightens, and suddenly every move I make is sharper, more certain, like I’ve finally synced up with the need that’s been tearing through me since the hotel.
“Are you close?”
Her channel is warm and wet, tightening around me with every thrust. Her body takes me deeper. Her ass meets my pelvis. I’m hanging on by a thread but there’s no way I’m coming before she does. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about how good it felt to feel her come on my cock and I need to feel it again.
“I’m so close. Please. Don’t stop.”
“Never,” I promise. “But I need you to let go, Mads. I want to hear you lose control. Need to feel the way your pussy tightens around me. I need that, baby. I need it so damn bad.”
“Oh god, I’m coming.” Her eyes squeeze shut, and her head falls forward as her body starts to tremble.
The sight rips apart every ounce of control I have left, and my fingers grip the granite with enough pressure to bruise my skin. Every tremor that runs through her pulls at me. For a moment, I’m right there on the edge, so close to tipping over, but I hold on. This is for her. My turn will come next, once she’s gotten everything she needs.
“Jesse!” She cries my name, her channel squeezing me. And when I sink into her as deep as I can, my pelvis pressed to herbackside, I let go. I come in long, hot spurts, coating her walls as tremors rack through me.
“Jesus, Madeline…” I rasp out, still trying to catch my breath.
She lets out this soft, breathy laugh. “I know,” she whispers.
My forehead drops against the warm curve of her neck. “We were loud,” I mutter. “Didn’t even try to keep it down.”
“That wasn’t smart, Jesse.” She turns her head just enough that her cheek brushes mine, feather light. “If someone heard us, or someone from HR puts two and two together, I could lose my job.”
I sweep her long hair off her shoulder and press a slow kiss to the side of her face. “No one’s finding out,” I promise. “And even if they do, no one’s talking to you about it. I can guarantee it.”
The low light from the bathroom spills across her features, and I see the soft, vulnerable shift in her expression. “I trust you,” she says quietly. “I know you’d protect me.”
She’s right. I would,
I kiss her shoulder before picking up her dress from the floor.
