“So fucking tight, baby,” I yelled out, holding her gaze. She nodded, encouraging me on. “Ride me just like that.”
“Yeah, that’s so good,” she said. She adjusted how she was sitting, moving up so her ass was nestled right over my cock. There was no way she couldn’t feel how hard I was.
There was also no way I was going to get rid of this boner with her sitting in my lap.
I let out a long groan in reply, not sure what else to say.
This wasn’t a porno, and having a full conversation wasn’t going to sell the lie.
I pushed the top of the blanket aside enough to get my arms out and reached up to grab the slats of the headboard. The bed frame was actual wood and made by Jace, so it was solid, but we could make it move if we had to. I started pushing against the slats over and over, letting them bump the wall with a satisfying thud.
Layne’s eyes lit and she leaned forward to help. She braced her hands on the slats above my head. The move put her breastsliterally on my face, her stomach resting against my chest. She matched my rhythm, helping me get the bed frame to bump against the wall. The movement of her body as she pushed had her basically dry-humping me.
I let out a shaky breath as warmth licked up my spine.
The heat of her center was over my cock, and I fought the urge to capture her nipple in my mouth through the fabric of her shirt. She adjusted her position to get a better grip on the frame and gave it a proper shove. Her center dragged up the length of my dick and we both moaned in unison.
She pushed back enough for her eyes to meet mine. They were glazed with more than revenge now. There was heat there, and I was sure the same was in mine.
Again she dragged herself over me, and a drip of precum stained my boxers. I fought to keep my eyes from fluttering shut. She took her hands from the headboard entirely now, instead bracing them on my chest and rolled her hips against mine. “This okay?” she asked.
“So fucking good,” I moaned, giving over to the pleasure she was giving me.
She hummed in reply, rolling her hips again. “Damn, your cock is huge.”
The organ in question jumped at the praise and she kept going, moving faster, rubbing her clit over the stiff peak in the front of my jeans. We were still under our little blanket fort despite my hands being up at the headboard and sweat collected on my forehead and under my arms. Each breath felt harder to pull in than the last, but that might have been the effect of the woman currently riding me with more and more gusto.
“Hot in here,” she murmured, then reached for the hem of her top, fanning it enough that I caught a glimpse of whatwas underneath. A lacy bra that I couldn’t take my eyes off of. “Touch me, Elias,” she murmured, watching me stare at her chest.
Her voice was too low to be for Teddy’s benefit.
This was real.
I slid my hands under her shirt, cupping her breasts and teasing the peaks with my thumbs. “Oh, fuck, yes.” Her mouth fell open, and she moved her hips faster. I was mesmerized by the sight of her over me, taking her pleasure, heat making her cheeks red, her chest flushed, her fingers curling into my pecs.
It was the hottest thing I had ever seen, and if I didn’t stop this, soon I was going to make a mess.
“E, shit, I’m going to come, don’t stop touching me.” I did as she asked, moving my thumbs over and around her peaked nipples, drinking in the sight of her sexy body as it moved over me.
She shoved one of her hands under the tight waistband of her jeans, sliding it between her spread thighs.
Her core shook once, twice, then she let out a long, strangled moan, dropped her head between her shoulder blades and clenched her thighs around my hips. I reached between us and grabbed the base of my dick, squeezing hard before the sight of her coming sent me over the edge.
She was riding me through four layers of fabric, and still, it was almost too much to take.
Reluctantly, I let my hand fall from her chest as her body stopped shaking. Her fingers had been digging into my chest enough to leave marks through my shirt. She slid them to the side and collapsed against me. Her breast pillowed against my chest.
I threw the blanket off us, needing to cool down. If Teddywas perving in the windows, he would see we both had pants on, but if the guy went that far then I was calling the cops, or kicking his ass myself.
I wrapped my arms around her and held her tight. I was still hard but the risk of going off like a rocket had passed. What replaced it was a bone-deep contentment that only her in my arms could bring.
I already felt protective of Layne, but as she fought to catch her breath, a surge of primal protective need shot through my core. I wanted her to be mine.
Not pretend mine, but actually mine.
I was in too deep with her now; I knew that. I lazily ran my hand up her back, and she let out a contented sigh. I pressed my eyes shut. If she didn’t want me the way I wanted her, it was going to rip me apart.
I needed to stop this now.
