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“You are,” she whispered, her lids heavy and breath shallow as she ground her hips into my hand. Her pussy clenched again.
“And this? This is nothing. Next time, the taste you get won’t be milk—it’ll be my come in your throat.”
She came with a gasp and a squeeze of my fingers, so hard my cock ached at the thought of how that would hurt exquisitely when she was full of me.
And that was it—if I didn’t do something, I’d come in my pants. With a shaking hand, I unfastened my jeans, wrapping my fist around my cock as soon as it sprang free. She reached between her thighs to take my cock, and then I went blind as I came in a hot stream, my legs jolting when she pumped, and I fucked the last of myself into her hands.
God, I wished she was naked. And we were naked. And not on the fucking roof. The urge to kiss her was deep and primal, but I’d already gone too far. So instead, I hinged to press a kiss to her salty back as I put myself away.
Blinking, she sat back on her heels and looked up at me, all desire and submission and invitation, with my come dripping down her stomach. All I could think about was the many ways in which I could fuck her and the many places I wanted to see my silvery seed. Fighting the compulsion to do just that, I reached behind me and pulled off my shirt, kneeling in front of her to clean up my mess. The air between us crackled, our breath still heavy as she watched me, smiling.
“No kissing. Very clever.”
“Thank you. I’m full of great ideas.”
“You’re full of something, that’s for sure.”
And she laughed. And I laughed.
But neither of us admitted how much trouble we were in.
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JESSA
There was a time not too long ago when I thought I had been well and truly fucked.
I understood now that I had not, in fact. Thanks to Remy, I was now aware that I knew nothing. And he’d enlightened me without even using his cock, just one well-trained hand and the filthiest mouth I’d ever wanted to kiss.
The tender flesh between my thighs hurt, I wanted him so badly. And though I’d had my orgasm, I was far from satisfied. The way it had taken everything I had not to climb him like a tree and mount his face astounded me. And not just today, but every time we were alone.
It was uncanny, utterly extraordinary, absolutely arresting.
We were a powder keg, and he’d just lit a bonfire.
Why had I agreed to all this? Oh yes, the magnificent cock I’d met on that very first day. With the heft of it in my hands, there was little I wouldn’t have done. If he’d tugged the strings on my bottoms and fucked me in front of the hole in his roof, I wouldn’t have stopped him. I nearly undid them myself and begged.
Instead, I directed him to come all over me.
I could count the number of times that had ever happened on my—never. It had never happened. And I was desperate to have him do it again.
After a quick, albeit shaky cleanup in the loo, we finished the roof as if nothing had happened. A diddle in the shower after was only a finger in the dam, and I needed a good piping. When I was dressed, I stripped my soggy bed, and Remy came in to set the mattress up against the wall in an attempt to dry it out. Bocephus remained unaffected, still staring at me with his lopsided eyes from the chair in the corner.
Believe me, I know, darling. I’m crazy too.
The night had been eternal, my body zinging in such close proximity to so much naked Remy. It was true, I’d stuffed a pillow between us. Had I not, I’d have impaled myself. Somehow, I’d ended up wrapped in him, waking when dawn had barely broken. In the crush of his arms, with his steady heartbeat against my ear and his warm skin against my cheek, I knew without question that I wanted him beyond his outrageous body and what it could do for, and to me. I’d seen his tenderness and care, I’d seen his jealousy and fury. He’d opened himself up last night and given me a glimpse past the charm and the jokes, and it felt like a gift.
I’d heard him through the night in my mind, telling me how Henry didn’t deserve me and what a fool he was. And he was so earnest, he’d convinced me too.
Henry was a fool. But here, right before me, was a man who’d already shown what he’d do to deserve me in a million little ways.
And so, the game between us was truly afoot, and I couldn’t wait to break him. Mostly because if I didn’t kiss him soon, I’d likely explode.
We worked that way for a while. I started the wash, Remy made us sandwiches as if it were a normal day. We talked and laughed as if he hadn’t just shot a full load all over me. Beau watched us with curiosity, and I realized we probably smelled like a tsunami of pheromones. Poor dog. At this rate, we’d ruin his sense of smell before dinner.
Remy asked if I wanted to go to his softball practice with a tiny little touch of shyness that made that unholy ache between my legs worse. So, of course I agreed, texting Cass to meet me there.
