Rather than wait, he unhooked the front clasp of her bra and groaned when her breasts spilled free. “Not anymore.” He cupped her with both hands. “Fuck, Violet. Fuck.”
A ragged moan escaped as he pinched her nipples. Her entire body lit up, a lightning storm charging every nerve ending.
“Are you sure?” she asked, holding his hands, urging him to keep going. Although she was surprised by the roughness of his touch, she liked it. A lot.
“Lose the skirt, Violet,” he demanded, his eyes hot as he stared at her.
She unhooked it at the side and allowed the skirt to fall to the floor. He released her breasts so she could remove her panties. When she was naked, she stood tall, feeling the full impact of his approval as he looked at her.
“You are perfect,” he hissed, stepping back. “Get on the bed.”
Violet wasn’t sure if this was a game they were playing, but she went along with it.
“What did you and Archer talk about?” he prompted, adjusting her position once she was on the bed. He forced her knees wide, his finger teasing her clit briefly before he stepped back and started to undress.
“Nothin’ really.” They hadn’t talked about much. And definitely not after Spencer showed up.
When he was naked, Simon crawled onto the bed with her, not giving her nearly enough time to ogle him. He was gorgeous.
“Did you tell him how I spanked your ass?”
“God, no,” she said.
“Good.”
Violet met his gaze as it dawned on her what was going on.
“Simon Jennings, are you jealous?”
His blue/green/gray eyes met hers. “Abso-fuckin’-lutely.”
Before she could get another word out, his mouth crashed down on hers. Violet held on as he shifted her legs wider, his cock thick and heavy between them. While his tongue thrashed against hers, she reached between them, guiding him to where she needed him most.
“Violet … fuck…” Simon hissed as he pushed inside her, sinking in as deep as he could go.
It felt so good. The way he stretched her, the heat of his body enveloping her. He was on top of her, yet somehow, he managed not to crush her, but she wasn’t sure how. She could feel every inch of him as he began rocking, sliding in deep, retreating. Deep again. Their mouths remained fused except the few times theycame up for air. He never stopped fucking her, never let go as they rode the waves together, climbing, climbing. Higher and higher until the crash was inevitable.
“Come for me, Violet. Come all over my cock.”
She cried out as the orgasm ripped through her, shredding her with its intensity.
“That’s it, baby. That’s it.”
Simon didn’t stop, fucking her harder and harder. As soon as the waves eased, the build-up began again until she felt as though she was pulled as taut as a bow.
“Who does this pussy belong to?” he growled against her mouth.
“You! Oh, fuck.”
“Come for me again. One more time, Vi.”
His thrusts became erratic, but Violet held on, the intensity driving her up to the peak one more time.
“Simon! Oh, fuck. Simon!”
As soon as she soared over the edge, he drove in deep, his cock pulsing as he came.
Violet wasn’t sure what just happened, but it was something. Something big.
