“Don’t sound so surprised,” he told me as he undid his belt buckle with one hand while he ran the other up the side of my skirt to cup my ass.
“It’s just that . . . I’m not small and—”
“Me and my dick—as you can so obviously see—don’t care what size you are, Sunny, and just to be clear, I’ll throw you over my shoulder if I fucking please.”
I pushed the hem of his sweater up so I could see him better. I wanted to run my tongue along the divot of his hips, but there wasn’t time for all the things I wanted to do to him.
He tore a condom out of his wallet as I reached for his zipper, freeing his hard length.
“Hurry,” I whispered.
The noise of the restaurant felt like it was pressing in on us and any minute the manager would start knocking on that suspiciously locked door.
He rolled the condom over his dick and pushed my skirt up.
With one hand curled around my thigh and the other pulling down on my neck so that our foreheads were pressed together, he said, “Watch.”
And I did. I watched as he took his time entering me, the top of his dick teasing my clit at this angle.
“Look how pretty you are for me,” he whispered. “I love how you take my cock like it was made for you.”
And then he slammed into me, letting go of any restraint.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I whimpered as quietly as I could.
He pressed two fingers into my mouth before he brought his hand between us and began to circle my clit.
A scream threatened to rip through my chest as he pounded into me, so I bowed my head and muffled myself with his shoulder.
“My dirty little girl can barely keep herself quiet,” he said as his fingers picked up the pace.
I threw my arms around his neck as my core tightened around him and I nearly rose to meet his every thrust until a burst of pleasure sailed through me.
With two final brutal thrusts, he followed and the two of us just sat there for a moment, our lungs inhaling and exhaling in a perfect rhythm.
“We’re fucking degenerates,” I whispered finally.
“Remind me again why you can’t be my muse?”
But he didn’t seem surprised when I didn’t answer, and so we silently began cleaning ourselves up instead.
Chapter Fourteen
Isaac
Needless to say, Opal and Fabienne left the way they came—together—and Sunny and I left the waywecame: museless. Not that I minded, since we all parted on good, if slightly awkward, terms, and I got to go home and have Sunny tug me straight to my bedroom.
“This is only because I need help with the bralette,” she informed me as she dropped her skirt and stood wearing nothing below the waist, her panties still tucked in my pocket.
“I live to serve.”
So the night had concluded with Sunny riding herself to a hoarse orgasm and me filling yet another condom—and without me having to employ a single pout, she crawled right into my arms after, and fell asleep. I wanted to stay awake and enjoy it, the sleepy warmth of her, the sweet scent of her hair, but I failed. And several hours later, I woke to the jangling of bells and excessive physical violence.
“Isaac!” Sunny was pushing at me like I was a dead deer that needed to be rolled off a truck bed. “Someone’s at the front door!”
I gained enough consciousness to perceive that yes, someone was ringing the doorbell and making the Victorian bells dance all over the house, and also to recognize that no, I didn’t care. I wrapped my arms around my curvy roommate and tugged her back down. “’S too early,” I mumbled. “They’ll go away after a minute.”
Sunny would not be deterred. She got up from the bed and—teeth chattering—went to the window, dancing from foot to foot on the freezing hardwood floor. “Isaac, there’s an entire movie crew outside your front door.”
