She moaned as I let myself go, rutting with mindless, feral need, stroking hard enough that I fucked us both right off the edge of the bed, blanket and all. I managed to half catch us as we tumbled to the floor, but I didn’t stop seeking, I couldn’t stop the churn of my hips as my orgasm tore out of my body, and I finished just like that: on the floor, on top of her, tangled in the blanket, a candy cane pillow somehow resting on top of my ass.
I dropped my head, panting into her neck as I filled the condom.
“That was nice,” Bee breathed faintly.
“Oh, we’re not done,” I growled, and rolled her onto her back as I slid free. I found her wet sex and started fingering her again. “You interrupted this earlier, remember?”
“But I already—” She shook her head, her hair spread around her on the floor like a dark halo as she grinned up at me. “We’re doing this out of order.”
I pushed my free hand under her sweater and palmed her breast, kneading her as my other hand stayed very busy. “Tell me about this order of events. Is this another porn thing?”
“Like you don’t already know,” she teased, and then her breathhitched. “Yes, faster,ohhhh.” I’d moved closer to her and started sucking on her neck, kissing her throat and collarbone and jaw as I massaged her stiff little clit.
“Normally,” she managed to squeak, “in het porn, the guy’s orgasm is the end of the scene. There’s not another orgasm for the girl.”
“There is for this girl,” I murmured, nipping at her earlobe as she arched her hips into my touch. All I could smell was her—sugar and sweat—and she was also all I could see, all I could feel. And when she came again, she looked at me and whispered my name as if she’d whispered it a thousand times before.
As if she’d been waiting to whisper it to me all her life.
I held her close as she came down from her climax, burrowing my nose into her hair and stroking her hip with long, soothing caresses.
“Okay?” I asked after a minute.
“I feel like the human version of the one hundred emoji,” she said, and I laughed.
“Me too,” I said. “And also maybe like the human version of the water droplets emoji.”
“Yes, you are sticky.” She sat up, making me sit too. “Go unstickify, and I’ll see if the bed situation can be salvaged.”
With more reluctance than anyone not about to visit the DMV should have, I rolled to my feet and went to the bathroom to take care of the condom (and the stickiness). I kicked off my jeans and boots while I was in there too, because there was no way I was going back to my own room yet.
Bee laughed when I walked out of the bathroom completely naked with a fresh erection all ready to go.
“We might have to revise the ‘getting this out of our system’ timeline,” I admitted as I went to help her pull the duvet over the bed.
“No problem here,” she said, sitting on the newly made bed to peel off her leggings. “We’ve got the whole night, and I’m not tired in the least.”
“Hmm,” I replied, and dropped to my knees in front of her. I pushed her thighs apart and gave her my most Nolan Shaw, Bad Boy of INK grin. “We’ll have to see what we can do about that.”
Chapter Fourteen
Bee
When I woke up, Nolan’s arm was hooked tight around my waist, anchoring me to him as the morning sunlight seeped in through the crack in the plaid blackout curtains.
I gasped softly as I fully realized he was still here. Nolan Shaw—no, Kowalczk. Nolan Kowalczk was here in my bed. Not only that, but we’d had a literal sex marathon last night. It was all out of order and full of laughter and panting and honesty. It was a fantasy come to life, as though I’d stepped into every fic I’d ever written about bad boy Nolan Shaw in my head and I got to make it all come true. Like we were two poseable dolls.
And maybe it wasn’t justmyfantasy. Maybe it was Nolan’s too. Even though, with every touch and moan, I felt more likeBee than Bianca. There were no cameras or fans or angles. Just me and Nolan.
I let out a long yawn, and as I arched back, a hard bulge pressed into my bare ass that made my nipples immediately tighten through the crop top I’d fallen asleep in. Last night was supposed to be our one go at it. Our chance to get it out of our systems, but maybe this morning still counted as last night since he hadn’t left my room yet.
I pressed my ass into his growing erection and guided his hand up my breasts and over my stiff nipples.
“Good morning,” he growled in my ear.
“I didn’t know if you’d still be here,” I said.
“And miss the chance to sleep in with you on our day off?”
