Her fingers tightened in my hair, her breath coming in sharp little gasps as I rocked into her, the friction making us both ache. But then I stilled, my forehead resting against hers, my voice dropping to a whisper.
“Then again,” I murmured, my lips brushing hers, “the last thing I want is everyone to look at you while you come all over my cock.”
Her eyes darkened, her lips parting as she exhaled shakily. I could see the conflict in her—the need, the fear, the way she wanted to be mine even as the world tried to tear us apart. I didn’t give her time to think. I kissed her again, slower this time, deeper, my hands sliding under her jersey to feel the heat of her skin. She was mine. And I wasn’t letting her go.
Her hands were already yanking at my shirt, pulling it over my head before I could even register the movement. I let her, my own fingers fumbling with the hem of her jersey, dragging it up and off, tossing it somewhere behind the couch. Her skin was hot under my palms, smooth and flushed, and I couldn’t get enough. I needed to touch all of her, claim every inch, erase every fucking second she’d spent pretending with that piece of shit.
She pushed me back onto the couch, straddling me before I could even blink. Her thighs squeezed around my hips, her heat pressing down on me, and I groaned, my hands finding her waist, gripping tight. She leaned in, her mouth crashing into mine again, but I pulled back just enough to press my thumb against her lips, silencing her.
“Quiet,” I growled, my voice rough. “Or I’ll make you.”
Her eyes flashed, but she didn’t fight me. Instead, she rocked against me, her wet heat sliding over my thigh, and I could feel how fucking drenched she was, how ready. My cock throbbed, trapped between us, desperate to be inside her, but I wasn’trushing this. Not now. Not when I finally had her without secrets, without lies.
I slid my hands up her ribs, my thumbs brushing the undersides of her tits before I cupped them, squeezing just enough to make her gasp. Her nipples were hard, begging for my mouth, and I didn’t make her wait. I leaned forward, taking one into my mouth, my tongue swirling around the tight peak. She arched into me, a quiet whimper escaping her lips as I sucked, my teeth grazing just enough to make her shudder. My free hand slid down, my fingers tracing the damp heat between her thighs, feeling how wet she was, how fucking ready.
“Calder,” she breathed, her voice trembling.
I switched to her other tit, giving it the same attention, my fingers still teasing her, circling her clit but never quite giving her what she needed. She rocked against my thigh, her movements growing more desperate, her breath coming in sharp little gasps. I could feel her pussy dripping onto my skin, her body begging for more, and I was going to give it to her—just not yet. Not until she was so fucking desperate she’d scream my name.
I shifted her back just enough to look into her eyes—dark, blown wide with need. My cock was aching, desperate to be inside her, but I wasn’t letting her rush this. Not when I could feel her trembling, her body so fucking ready it was killing me.
"Up," I growled, my voice rough.
She hesitated for half a second before lifting her hips, letting me guide the head of my cock to her entrance. I didn’t push in. Not yet. I let her feel it—let her feel how hard I was, how much I wanted her. Her breath hitched, her thighs trembling around mine, and I could see the way her pulse jumped in her throat.
Then she sank down.
Slow. So fucking slow. I groaned, my hands gripping her hips, my thumbs digging into her skin as she took me inch byinch. She was tight, wet, perfect, and the way her lips parted, the way her eyes fluttered shut as she bottomed out—fuck, I’d never seen anything hotter.
I didn’t let her stay still. I lifted her, then pulled her back down, my cock sliding deep inside her. She gasped, her nails digging into my shoulders, her tits bouncing with the movement. I helped her set the rhythm—fast, then slow, then fast again, her pussy clenching around me every time she took me to the hilt.
"Fuck, Billie," I groaned, my mouth finding her neck. I sucked hard, knowing I was leaving a mark, knowing I wanted everyone to see it.Mine.My teeth grazed her skin before I soothed it with my tongue, my hands sliding up to her tits. I twisted her nipples, just enough to make her whimper, her back arching, her movements growing erratic.
"Calder—" Her voice was breathless, desperate, and I could feel her getting closer, her pussy tightening around me, her body trembling.
"Come on me," I demanded, my voice a growl against her skin. "Let me feel you."
She whimpered, her hips stuttering as she rode me harder, her breath coming in sharp little gasps. I twisted her nipples again, my mouth sucking another mark into the hollow of her throat, my cock pounding up into her. She was close. So fucking close. I could feel it in the way her body tensed, in the way her breath hitched.
"Come for me," I ordered, my voice rough.
And she did.
I twisted her around so fast she gasped, her back hitting my chest as I wrapped one arm around her waist, pulling her tight against me. My other hand slid up, palming her tit, my fingers rolling her nipple between them as I ground my cock up into her. She moaned, her head falling back against my shoulder, her body arching into my touch.
"Ride me," I growled in her ear, my voice rough. "Just like that."
She didn’t hesitate. She braced her hands on my thighs and started moving, bouncing on my cock, her tight little pussy gripping me with every slide. Fuck, she felt good—wet, hot, perfect. I could feel her getting slicker, her movements growing more desperate as she chased her release.
My hand left her tit, sliding down between her legs. I found her clit, already swollen and sensitive, and flicked it hard. She cried out, her body jerking, her pussy clenching around me.
"Another one," I demanded, my voice a low growl against her ear. "I want you to get my cock so fucking slick, I can feel it three days from now."
She whimpered, her hips stuttering as she rode me harder, her breath coming in sharp little gasps. I could feel her getting closer, her body tensing, her pussy fluttering around me. I flicked her clit again, my fingers rough, my voice dropping to a dark murmur.
"You better fucking hurry," I warned, my teeth grazing her earlobe. "I'm going to come, and I'm not going to stop."
She broke with a cry, her body shuddering as her orgasm ripped through her. Her pussy clenched around me, milking me, and I groaned, my own release hitting me like a freight train. I buried my face in her neck, my hips jerking up into her as I came, my cock pulsing deep inside her.
