“Damn.” I was immediately hard. I pushed my hand under her skirt, hooking my fingers under the lacy panties. It was like she dressed every day with the intention of driving me up the wall. My fingers brushed over her warm, damp pussy lips. Meghan let out a delicious gasp that seemed to echo in the stairwell.
“Damn, you’re already hot and ready for me, aren’t you?”
She grinned. “What are you going to do about it?”
I pushed myself against her, letting her feel the long length of me, the strength in my body. She let out a little whimper, arching up into me.
“You really want me to fuck you in the stairwell? Where anyone can hear us?”
Meghan huffed a laugh. Her hand slid down and cupped my erection, and I could not help but rock my hips into the teasing touch.
“I don’t know. Are you going to give me a reason to make noise?”
She knew exactly what to say to push my buttons. My dick throbbed. Bending down, I captured her mouth against my own, kissing her harshly. She barely had time to respond before I ripped away again, turning her around so that she was braced against the banister.
“Now that’s a little more like it,” she said and leaned down over it, ass up and ready in full display.
“You drive me crazy.” And I loved every second of it.
Flipping her skirt over her back, I took two handfuls of her ass and squeezed. Meghan groaned softly in response and shifted her stance to widen her legs—opening up for me in full display. It was enough to drive any man wild. If I didn’t pound my way inside her at this moment, I didn’t know what I would do.
Unzipping myself, I pulled out my cock and rolled on the condom that I kept in my pocket for emergency situations. This definitely counted as an emergency.
She still wore her panties, and I didn’t bother to pull them down. I just pushed the thin lacy fabric aside and rammed into her.
Meghan’s squeak of surprise became a low, drawn-out moan. Snapping my hips back, I took her again, deeper, this time to the hilt. She was so wet and ready that I slid in and out with just the hot clench of her pussy being the only resistance.
I fucked her like I was trying to prove something, and she hung onto the banister, taking everything I could give to her and more.
Meghan stuffed her hand against her mouth to try to keep it down, but I was beyond caring.
Grabbing a fistful of her hair, I pulled her head up just to see the mix of shock and building ecstasy on her face.
I slammed home and the noise she made was like lightning down my cock. I don’t know who came first, only that I was moaning out my pleasure as she clenched spasmodically around me.
Dragging in ragged gasps of air, I leaned over her to brace myself against the railing. I felt like I had just run a marathon, and yet my galloping heart wanted more. Distantly, I wondered if it would ever be enough.
“Damn,” I breathed as the pulse in her neck started to slow down. “I didn’t know this was something I needed to do with you.” I nibbled her ear. “I guess you earned the sandwich I brought you.”
“You brought me a Cicely’s sandwich? Where?” she demanded.
I blinked. “I’m a little concerned that you seem more excited about the sandwich than me.”
“I can get fucked by you anytime I want,” Meg said, grabbing the sandwich when I handed it to her. “But eating a Cicely’s sandwich is a rare occurrence and must be treasured!”
69
Meghan
That was close.I had been concerned that Hunter was going to wrangle the fact that I had seen his father out of me. The sex in the stairwell had been a stroke of genius. To be totally honest, I had not even fantasized about being fucked like that by Hunter in a stairwell. Though now that it had happened, I would not be opposed to repeating the experience.
He wrapped his arms around me, kissing me deeply.
“You’re going to make me drop my sandwich,” I murmured against his mouth.
“I’m almost offended that you care about that more than me.” He kissed me again on the cheek as I took another bite.
“This is a special sandwich. I can’t just go to Manhattan and buy another one.”
