My lower back was starting to scream at me for hunching forward, but I ignored it. This would be over soon anyway.
I could already feel my balls pulling tighter against my body.
My breath was coming fast.
The couch let out a squeak as she rode me harder. Her hands came to rest on my shoulders. I could feel the bite of her nails into my skin, and used it as a distraction so I didn’t come before she did.
My hips started bucking up to meet hers although I didn’t remember deciding to do it.
Rachel let out a breathy moan, so I kept going.
We both moved our hips faster and faster.
My tongue lapped at her, my fingers circled her clit so fast they were cramping. The couch springs sang in protest, but still we didn’t stop.
“I’m going to come, Brody, god your cock feels so good.”
The little bit of dirty talk from the buttoned-up academic was all it took to push me over the edge, and luckily she was right there with me.
I pulled my head back away from her breasts, unable to take a proper breath otherwise.
My movements stuttered, and I froze with my hips off the couch, buried as deep inside her as I could get. Her fingers bit even harder into my shoulders as her body shook. I fought tokeep my eyes open, to watch her face as she succumbed to the pleasure that I gave her, but it was no use. I was too far gone to know what planet I was on, let alone track the details of her face as she came.
The waves of pleasure seemed to go on and on as I filled the condom. I still made half-hearted circles around her clit until she stilled my hand with hers, and fell forward onto my chest.
I regretted that I was still wearing my shirt; I couldn’t feel her bare skin against mine. I had come so hard that I didn’t know which way was up, but I knew one thing. This wouldn’t be my last time with her. Even once the project was done, we wouldn’t be.
Chapter Eight
Rachel
Brody ran his fingers idly up and down my back as I caught my breath against his chest. Holy shit, that had to have been the best sex I’d ever had. And that was with him injured. Once his back was better, we could really go at it.
Assuming he wanted that.
We had connected so quickly, at least from my perspective. I didn’t want to make any assumptions and end up getting hurt. For now, we had everything we needed for tomorrow, and we’d both come hard enough to get a good night’s sleep. Once this whole thing was over tomorrow, I could ask him where we stood.
I could feel him softening inside me, and I knew the condom was about to make a big mess, so I sat up, reluctantly pulling away from the heat of his body.
“We should get cleaned up,” I said softly.
His eyes were half-hooded, but he leaned in to kiss me one last time before nodding.
We moved around each other in silence as we cleaned up, then finished putting everything for tomorrow into boxes. It wasn’t awkward, necessarily, but the unasked question weighed on my mind.
“Well, I guess I should go,” Brody said once everything was done.
His shirt was rumpled from what we’d done on the couch, and I desperately wanted to smooth my hands over his chest. Run them over his hair. Kiss him again and pull him back to my room. But instead, I nodded.
I was old enough to know that sex didn’t necessarily mean happily ever after. Sometimes it just meant opportunity and hormones. We hadn’t promised each other anything, so I wouldn’t hold it against him if he wasn’t interested. I just knew I couldn’t get through a day of working with him knowing I’d never get my hands on him again.
It was better not to know, at least until the event was over.
With that in mind, I didn’t ask him to stay.
I walked him to the door and stayed far enough back that he didn’t try for a kiss. He gave my face one last, lingering look before nodding, and stepping out into the night.
“Lock up after I leave,” he said. Then he was gone.
