Shit.
Could she hear me?
No, definitely not.
I hope.
“Coffee?” I turn from her, the flames inside me that I thought I’d dampened roaring back to life.
“Sure.”
I grab two mugs from the cabinet and place them by the coffee machine. A small slip of paper is by the sugar, and I pick it up.
IOU another kiss
I face Monty again, and her smile is small, but wicked.
“I did a little workout of my own,” she says, gliding herhands up her legs. I watch from a distance, my blood rushing to my dick again as she hooks her fingers into her panties and pushes them down her legs. Balling them up, she tosses them at me, and I promptly catch them. “Three times.”
Holy fucking God.
I knead the material in my hands, stepping dangerously close to a line I want to sprint over. A kiss is one thing, but this? This is me trusting myself not to bury myself in her.
And I don’t trust myself at all.
Especially when she parts her knees, revealing her pink, glistening pussy.
“Fuck me,” I growl, my jaw almost locked together as I remain in place, determined to show some kind of control.
She gets comfortable, slipping her fingers through her wetness. “Do you want to watch, Chief?” I track the movement of her fingers as she delves them into herself, moaning softly. “Or do you want to be a gentleman and take over?”
Fuck it.
I stride over to her, dropping my knee onto the sofa. I seize her hand and sink her cum-soaked fingers into my mouth, circling my tongue around her digits, savoring how fucking delicious she is. Monty watches, lips parted, eyes wide, and I remove her fingers.
“I’m going to be a lot of things right now, Monty.” I lean down. “A gentleman isn’t one of them.” Our lips crash together and she wraps her legs around my waist, pulling my stomach against her wet pussy.
That familiar sweet cherry taste covers her tongue. Her fingers run through my hair, and she grinds against me, a relentless roll of her hips. It’s heaven—her sounds, her hands on me, her body against mine.
I pin her down, rubbing my hard cock against her warmth, and she whimpers. Only my sweats separate us, and I lace my fingers through hers, pinning her hands above her head as I continue grinding my cock against her bare pussy. Her pants quicken, and her moans become broken, soft sounds. I watch every expression, her eyes squeezed closed as she must get closer to her climax, until she finally looks at me, jade-green eyes wide and fixed on mine, piercing into me so deeply that I’m sure I can feel her pleasure building through that look alone.
“Do you like that? My cock grinding against your clit?”
Her lips tremble as they part, and she nods. “Yes.”
I thrust and she cries out. “You want more?”
“Yes, Chief. Please, make me come?—”
The words send vibrations through my skin, and I capture her mouth with mine again. I’m out of control, a man possessed by her, and she could ask anything of me right now and I’d give it. Pleasure builds, a tingling tightness that soars up my spine.
“Chief—” Monty cries out, and I thrust one final time as we both come. Her fingernails press into my skin, and I bury my face in her neck, gasping against her.
My heart rate slows. Our breathing becomes less labored.
Reality creeps up on me, but I shove it away. Locked away in this house, with no one to remind us that we’re fucking up, maybe we can just enjoy this time. A few days of each other, of not answering to anyone but us.
If I’m gonna regret it, it can be later.
