“He didn’t ask for details.” His knuckles traced my inner thigh, inching higher under the hem of my romper until he was just inches from my already-drenched thong. “He did have one request, though,” he whispered against my neck.
“What’s that?”
“To change the sheets after we’re done.” He bit down, eliciting a surprised yelp. I tried to cover it with a cough, tried to conceal it behind my hand, but it was too late—and he was too good. All I could do was hope that our Lyft driver was too caught up in whatever podcast he was listening to.
“One more thing, blondie.” Soren gripped my chin, turning my head until I had no choice but to meet his penetrating gaze. His pupils dilated to pools of black, pulling me deeper into the dark, out of my depths. The slight upturn of his lips made me swallow. “When we’re alone, I don’t want you to muffle those sounds. I want to hear you scream when you come. And Clarke, it better be my name you’re screaming.”
Soren
We barely made it through the door before I had her shoved up against it, burying my hand so far up her shorts, I was fingering the edges of her already-drenched panties.
It was hard to believe that this was the same woman who had tormented me for weeks with her cherry-red lips and sunny disposition, that she reserved for everyone but me. Yet here she was, wet and wanting, putty in my arms.
“Lights on, remember?" I nipped her neck, making her shiver. “I want to see all of you."
She had it on her list to fuck with the lights on, and I aimed to please. I had a feeling we'd be checking off more than one item before the sun came up tomorrow.
Clarke continued to maul my mouth while I reached for her back, desperate to get her naked. When I found a bow at the nape of her neck, I knew I was onto something. Deftly, I untied the material, until the entire front of her romper peeled away, leaving her top half bare.
"Fuck me." As if they had a mind of their own, my hands dropped to her tits. "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."
She lowered her lids, avoiding my gaze.
"You don't think so?" I couldn't hide my surprise.
"I like the way I look," she told me, "But I know I'm not perfect. I've got cellulite, love handles, a muffin top."
"Yeah, you're fucking gorgeous." I cupped her tits, my mouth watering when the fleshy mounds more than filled my hands. "You've got the body of a woman, Clarke."
I tugged her romper down the rest of the way until it fell to the floor. "And these?" I grabbed the thick, fleshy hips she was so self-conscious about. "You know why they call them love handles, don't you, baby? They're for me to hold onto while I make love to you."
"Oh."
"Except this first time, I'm going to fuck you." Her eyes widened with interest. "I'll make love to you later, okay?"
"Okay—"
I didn't give her a chance to finish before I had her in my arms again, fingers digging into her bare ass. I was still fully dressed, but her lacy thong was all that separated me from nirvana.
Her tits bounced when I dumped her back on the mattress. I tried not to think too hard about the fact that I was about to fuck her sideways in my teammate's bed. Then again, it wouldn't be the first time, and I wasn't about to pass up the chance to spread out in a king-size for the first time in weeks.
Bed of Roses was a good spot to hang my hat for now, but I couldn't fuck Clarke the way I wanted to in a tin can on wheels.
Her hips leapt off the bed when I ran a finger over the seam of her panties. "Is all this for me, blondie?" I asked, testing her wetness.
"Yessss," she hissed, tossing her head back and forth on the comforter.
I slipped a finger beneath the scrap of lace, tracing her slit.Damn.If the way she was soaking my hand was anything to go by, I was going to have to buy Matty new bedding altogether.
"Ah! Soren!" she shouted when I slipped first one, then two fingers inside her.
"Fuck, you're tight."
Forget Matty's bedding. I was going to need new pants. I was already close to busting and I wasn't even inside her yet. There was still one thing I needed to do before I fucked her. Something I'd dreamt about for weeks.
I needed to taste her. Now.
My bad knee screamed in agony when I knelt on the wood floor in front of her. Fuck, I was going to feel that tomorrow.
