“What did we change it to?” Javier’s not moving, it’s just me, rubbing myself on his dick like I’m in heat or something, and thankfuckI’ll never see him again because this is embarrassing.
“I can’t tell you! That nej—nef—negates the whole point of having a password!”
This time I let myself sink down onto him, just a little. I let the fat head of his cock breach me, and then I clench around him to watch his eyes close.
“Emily,” I beg. I pull back and grind my clit against him, and this time I take the head and another inch, and it’s not enough, but I can’t—I shouldn’t?—
“Please,” I say, looking Javier right in the eyes. “Come on. I can’t—please?”
“I just want you to be safe,” she’s saying, and then I’ve given up and Javier’s bottoming out while she yells something about sticking together and watching out for each other, and I’m biting my fist trying not to whimper while I get fucked.
“I know,” I manage to get out. “Thank you.”
Javier smirks at that, then pulls me down by the hips and thrusts so hard my eyes roll.
Emily sighs.
“Don’t call the cops,” I babble. “God.Please. I’m fine, I’m good. I’msogood.” Deep breath. “I gotta go.”
She says something else, but I’m already taking the phone away from my face and staring at it like I’ve never seen one before. Javier grabs it, stabs the red button, and watches until it’s fully disconnected.
“You were that desperate?” he asks, and he’s pushing my thighs wider around him, hauling me in, nails scraping up my sensitive skin. I have to arch backward and anchor my handsright above his knees, somehow even more on display than before. “You couldn’t wait one more minute?”
He sounds wrecked, pupils blown wide, voice soft. “Or did you like having to stay quiet while you got fucked?”
I’m going to feel so guilty about this in a couple of hours, but right now every word out of Javier’s mouth rolls along my skin like ball lightning while he grinds into me at exactly the right angle and fuck,fuck.
“Maybe,” I breathe. “A little.”
“Only a little?” he breathes, his voice hitching. “Would you like it more if you called her back so she could hear how good you are at it?”
He finds my clit again and a noise escapes me, small and desperate. I bite my lip and keep grinding against him. “Of course I wouldn’t like that,” I murmur.
Javier’s looking at me like he can see past my skin, and I watch him swallow. I slide a hand into his hair, smooth and a little damp. His eyes are wide, his cheeks flushed.
“No,” he says. “But Icould. Phone’s right there. We could call anyone, and you could chat about the weather while I see how long I can take to make you come. You think they’d guess what you were doing?”
I have to close my eyes and bite my lip, but I still make a noise that’s somewhere between a sob and a gasp. If I could speak, it might beplease.
“Maybe it wouldn’t take that long,” he amends. “God, I’d fucking love that. Watching you try to stay proper and polite while you hold off coming for as long as you can. It was…” Now he’s on my neck, teeth scraping along skin, one hand in my hair, the gentlest of pulls. “So fucking pretty earlier,” he says. “You think you can do it again?”
“You talksomuch,” I whisper.
“You want me to stop?”
I shake my head.
“How much do you think you could take?” he asks, voice low, stroking my clit in time with each thrust, and I’msofucking close. “How long could you ride me while I played with you before it was too much? I think you’d wear me out.”
And it’s—the thought of being here for hours, of sitting on his dick and getting off again and again, of Javier coaxing one more after one more orgasm out of me that does it. I shudder and shout and grind down as hard as I can onto him. I take him deep and rock my hips and chant “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” and even when I’ve finished he doesn’t stop moving. He pushes up and grabs my hips and kisses me hard, then pulls me down, still rocking up into me while I gasp with oversensitivity that makes my legs twitch.
“Fuck, Madeline. I felt that.”
“Same,” I manage to say, and he grins and then bites my collarbone, still rocking us together, aftershocks still vibrating through me.
“Good.” He pulls me down hard by the hips, his eyes rolling closed. “Jesus Christ, I think you were made for me.”
I’m still catching my breath, but I put one hand on his chest, push him backward, and start riding. Javier babbles and fucks up into me, hands still tight on my hips, saying shit likeso fucking goodandlook at youandfuck me harder, and then he’s coming, holding me so I’m practically split open, gasping while he twitches inside me.
