“What do you want, Vi? You want me to ram my cock into your pussy?”
She nodded, gasping when he yanked her jeans open. Her pussy gushed with anticipation when he shoved his hand inside.
“Jesus,” he hissed, his voice lowering. “Why the fuck aren’t you wearin’ panties?”
“Couldn’t find them,” she muttered against his lips.
“When you were sneakin’ out?”
She didn’t bother to answer. She figured her blush said it all.
He groaned, and for a moment, she thought he would pull away, but then he growled softly. “I need you. Right now.”
She nodded again because there was no way she could resist him. She didn’t want to.
Time stood still as he easily stripped her shoes and jeans from her, leaving her naked from the waist down. When his mouth returned to hers, she lifted her leg, eager to get him inside her. The alignment of their bodies was all wrong, but Simon fixed that by lifting her off her feet. She released his cock, her arms wreathing his neck as he pressed her against the wall. Her mouth found his once more, and she kissed him. It wasn’t until a few breaths later that she realized he wasn’t fucking her.
“Now, Simon,” she snapped.
“I can’t,” he ground out, the disappointment heavy in his words.
Pulling back, she peered at him. “Why?”
“Condom.”
Her eyes widened, and embarrassment flooded her. She’d forgotten completely about protection. For her entire adult life, she’d been diligent about safe sex, but then he came along, and all good sense flew out the window.
“I used the ones I had last night,” he said, pressing his forehead to hers as he pinned her against the wall.
“Is there a chance you have somethin’? A disease, I mean,” she asked, surprised by the words that came out of her mouth. She’d never been quite so direct.
“No. I haven’t had sex without a condom in a really long time. Years.”
She smiled, relieved. “Well, I’veneverhad sex without a condom.”
His eyebrows lifted.
“And I’m on birth control. The shot … you know…”So I don’t end up like my mama.“Just in case.”
Violet saw the way his Adam’s apple bobbed slowly in his throat.
“What’re you sayin’? And if it’s what I think it is, I need you to spell it out for me.”
She teased the hair at the nape of his neck with her fingers, meeting his gaze, holding it. She wasn’t sure why, but she trusted Simon. More than she’d ever trusted any other man in her life. Could she? Should she?
Leaning in, she let her lips hover against his. “Fuck me, Simon. Bare.”
He growled. “You sure?”
“More than I should be,” she admitted.
Simon pulled back, his eyes narrowed. “What does that mean?”
“Fuck me,” she demanded, unwilling to discuss her chaotic emotions. Certainly not when his cock was throbbing between them.
He shifted to free one hand, sliding it between them as he guided his cock where she needed him. She felt the blunt head against her entrance and closed her eyes, eager to feel him filling her, stretching her.
She whimpered when he pushed in slow and deep.Yes. Yes, yes, yes.He was hot and hard, and it felt better than she expected it to. She swore she could feel every ridge and vein as his big cock tunneled inside her.
