I notched myself at her opening, hissing once at the hot kiss of her skin through the condom, and then I let go of myself to find her knee. She squeaked and then giggled when I hooked my arm under her leg and we both stumbled a little, but I was already driving my cock inside her by the time we righted ourselves and her giggle turned into a long, tortured moan.
“Isaac,” she said.
She was so hot inside and her wrist felt so good in my hand and her mouth was so very, very pretty...
Without thrusting, without moving anything else, I dropped my lips to hers, savoring the eager slide of her tongue against mine, the little noises that came from her chest as I devoured her. And then, with no warning, her inner walls fluttered and seized. She sucked in a tight breath as she grabbed my tuxedo jacket with one hand and held on for dear life as she came like such a good girl around me.
As she came from nothing more than the feeling of me inside her and my mouth on hers.
“That’s it,” I said, my jaw tight and my stomach rock hard with the effort of keeping my own orgasm at bay. “Give it up.”
She made another sanity-endangering noise as she shuddered against me, and then I couldn’t take it anymore. Holdingher open for my use, I began working my way in and out, shuddering as her snug channel welcomed me inside.
She was so wet that I could feel it slicking down my balls, and the noises we were making together were vulgar as hell. The door rattling with every thrust. My vicious growls. Her broken cries.
Under it all, the slick and slippery sounds of hard sex.
My climax roared through me like a wave rushing toward land, inevitable, endless, and as Sunny leaned forward and I smelled coconut everywhere, cum erupted from my tip, spilling inside the condom and making every thrust even wetter and hotter. My hips jerked and stuttered, my hand around her wrist keeping her pinned in place as I came and came and came, and the pleasure shot from the soles of my feet and arced through my groin as I drained myself into the condom hard enough to make me sway on my feet.
Holy fuck.
I found her mouth again and kissed her as I eased my hold on her wrist and massaged it before letting go. I set her leg down carefully, slipping free of her body as I did, and then I used a knuckle to lift her face to mine as I ended our kiss.
“Okay?” I asked. I was a lot when it came to sex, or so Brooklyn had always told me, and I wanted to make surea lothadn’t been too much.
I swallowed back the reflexive stab that came with memories of Brooklyn and watched Sunny as she nodded emphatically. The light from the window caught the apple of her cheek as her mouth curved into a smug grin.
“Very okay,” she purred. And then, “You’re still hard.”
I stepped back, feeling my way through the murk to the bathroom, where I flicked on the light and took off the condom. Sunny was right, I was still hard enough that my erection was blood-dark and jutting between my hips. I tossed the condom inthe wastebasket and turned to find Sunny in the doorway, hair wonderfully mussed, dress wrinkled, and eyes on my unflagging length.
“It’s been a while,” I admitted.
“How long is a while?” she asked. Her stare stayed on me; my dick bobbed happily in response.
I didn’t really want to confess that she and Jack were the last people I’d been with... not to mention theonlypeople I’d ever been with, aside from Brooklyn. Instead, I just hedged, “At least a year.”
Sunny’s mouth fell open and her eyes shot to mine. I was glad I hadn’t told her the truth, because she lookedhorrified. “You haven’t had sex in a year? You poor thing!”
I could have told her that it was okay, that the memory of her and Jack that night had been enough to sustain me, and I’d spilled plenty of cum every day reliving every way we’d defiled the Edelweiss Inn together. I could have told her that I’d gotten used to being alone, to feeling nothing, because feeling anything when Brooklyn couldn’t—feeling turned on when I’d never have Brooklyn in my arms again—felt like a sick, asshole thing to do. And that by the time I’d realized that I needed to find a way to live even though my wife was dead, I’d completely forgotten how living worked at all.
It was part of why I’d moved to Christmas Notch. I had to relearn How to Person long enough to record the last album in my contract before I could resume my journey as a medieval hermit, and it seemed easier to do that somewhere where the memory of Brooklyn wasn’t filling every corner. Somewhere that wasn’t warm and bright and built on make-believe.
But I didn’t say any of that because a literal porn star/ bridesmaid was crossing the small bathroom and wrapping a hand around the stiffness between my hips. I grunted and she smiled.
“I can take care of this for you,” she sang and tugged me back into the room, shoved me to the floor, and then crawled over my head so she could lower her pussy to my mouth.
Shit yes, that was so hot. Her thighs were warm on my cheeks, and she tasted like honey, and she knew exactly how to use my mouth and ride my tongue. I found the hard pearl of her clit just as she sucked my dick into her mouth, and with her bridesmaid dress falling around my face, and her increasingly breathless cries filling the room, we both came, wet and greedy and unrepentant.
She laughed a little as she climbed off my face.
“What?” I asked, also laughing a little. My cock wasfinallysoftening.
“Nothing,” she said with a smile. “Just that I knew I hadn’t imagined how good it was.”
I knew exactly what she meant. “Same here.”
“We are so good at one-night stands,” she said, stretching until something popped and then getting to her feet. “They should name a Spark achievement after us. Like, if you have a ‘Sunny and Isaac,’ you get a badge or something.”
