Before I can tell her that, she’s bending, taking my cock in her mouth—deepin her mouth.
I curse as pleasure rockets through me, my hands dropping to her head, the strands of her hair tangling around my fingers as she?—
“Fuck,” I groan as she does something positively sinful with her tongue.
“Mmm.” The sound vibrates through my cock and I know—know—I’m going to lose control in about three more seconds.
So, I stay for two of them.
Enjoy the fuck out of them.
Then I pull her off me, thepopof the suction breaking almost enough to send me over the edge. I toss her onto the pillows, reach into the nightstand for a condom—thank fuck I picked up a box of them a couple of weeks back. I tear the packet open, roll it down the length of my dick, move back over the top of her.
The sight of that wet, pink pussy almost undoes me.
But I still pause, wait for her eyes to come to mine.
“Now, Rhodes,” she whispers.
My heart thuds hard against my ribs. Then I’m pressing forward—the slick heat of her surrounding me, holding me so damned tight.
I bottom out and pause, just breathing.
Just feeling how fucking good it is.
Her legs wrap around my hips, her hands grip my shoulders.
“Now,” she says again.
I pull back, stroke forward, testing angles, finding what makes her thighs tighten, her fingernails prick my skin, her head fall back, my name tumbling from her lips.
So I do it again.
And then again.
And I don’t fucking stop, don’t fucking falter as she meets me stroke for stroke, her moans are coming faster, my name in the air, her pussy starting to spasm around me, her?—
“Rhodes!”
“Thank fuck,” I grunt as she squeezes me tight.
Because my orgasm is on me, bursting forward and making my thrusts go hard and wild.
Finn’s right there with me, holding me tight as it goes on and on andon.
And then we’re both collapsing to the mattress, and I’m barely able roll us to the side so I don’t crush her.
“Holy hell,” she whispers a long, long time later. “What was that?”
I chuckle, smooth back her hair from her sweaty face “That, Stitch, was some serious chemistry.”
“You’re not wrong.” She melts against me, eyes filling with mischief. “So, when can we do it again?”
I grin. “When I find the strength to move again.”
“Mmm.” She presses her lips to my throat. “So soon then.”
I chuckle. “Greedy.”
