“That’s your fault,” he says.
I fall back to the bed, my lids fluttering closed as Hartley worships my pussy. He knows the buttons to push and angles to take—all my favorite things.
His fingers bite into my thighs, keeping me splayed open, so I drop my hands from my breasts and find his hair, winding my fingers in his silky strands and pushing him deeper into my pussy.
“Just like that,” I moan, the familiar buildup erupting from my core. “Just … like …that.”
I scream as the first wave hits me like a bolt of lightning, lifting me off the bed. Hartley’s hands go to my hips, securing me in place, not letting me wiggle out of his grip.
I can’t get away. I don’t want to get away, but the intensity is so sharp that I feel like I might split into two pieces.
“Hart!” I yell as I shake violently. “Fuck!”
His assault slows, leading me gently back to reality. Once he’s licked every drop of my orgasm from my body, he pulls away.
I hold up a hand. “Five points.” Then I let it drop back to the bed unceremoniously.
Hartley gets to his feet, my cum all over his face, his grin deliciously sexy as he licks his lips.
“That could be my breakfast every morning if you didn’t have rules to follow,” he says. His cock is so hard—I’ve never seen him this hard—as he heads for the bathroom.
“Don’t tempt me with a good time.”
The sink turns on for a split second, and then Hartley’s back.
“I need to grab a condom,” he says. “Sexy, I know.”
“The hell you do.” I prop myself up on my elbows. “You’re the last guy I’ve been with and I’m on birth control. So, unless you’ve fucked someone else, we’re good.”
He lifts a brow. “You sure?”
Thank God. A knot forms in my belly in anticipation of having this man again … and knowing the last person he was with was me.
I’m not often a jealous person, but the last time we had sex—in what’s now Gray’s house before he permanently moved in—caused me to stop bothering to try it with anyone else. Because just like he is in every other aspect of life, Hartley is phenomenal in bed.Attentive. Thorough. Great with his hands.
If he’d been with someone else, I would’ve understood. But that doesn’t mean that a small part of my heart might’ve been just a little bit crushed.Which I know is totally not fair.
I get up on my knees and grin. “You know how I like to feel you coming inside me.”
“For fuck’s sake.” He grits his teeth, crawling across the bed. “Get over here.”
I shove his shoulders, knocking him into the pillows. He props himself against the headboard and watches me with so much hunger in his eyes that I shiver.
“Do you want me facing you or away?” I ask, knowing he likes to watch my ass bounce on his cock.
“Decisions, decisions.” He chuckles, kneading my tits in his hands. “I’ve already seen your tits swell when you come. Let me enjoy your ass.”
I laugh as I straddle him. “You can enjoy it visually, but that’s it.”
He laughs, too, as he guides his cock to my opening. “Then you’d better sit on it before I get mixed up.”
I slide over his shaft inch by delicious inch, listening to him suck in a breath as I take him all the way in. I moan, my breath pinched, as I let my body get used to him again.
“You’re perfect,” he says, massaging my ass. I lean forward to give him a better view of his cock penetrating me. “Fuck, Mira.”
I start to move—slowly, at first, bracing myself on his thighs.
He guides me up and down, and I let him take control. The first orgasm was about me. This one is all for him.
