I fucked her in strong, powerful strokes, every thrust driving her up the table a fraction of an inch, every retreat pulling a raw sound from her throat.
I fucked her with a juicy thigh in each hand, pulling her to me like it was what I was born to do. Every time I bottomed out, she made this whimpering sound that made my dick pulse.
I already didn’t know how I could go the rest of my life not hearing that again and again and again.
I was losing it. My rhythm faltered, hips pumping with an urgency I found it hard to control. I was close. Too close.
“I am gonna fucking come in this beautiful pussy,” I growled. “But I want you to get yours first. Whatever you gotta do to get there, you do it.”
Harper’s eyes flashed bright and grew wide. One of her hands slipped between us, her fingers finding her clit while I continued to thrust into her. The sight of her touching herself while I was buried deep almost took me over the edge.
“Yeah, I like that,” I breathed, watching her face contort. I felt her pulsing around me. “Your pussy’s talking to me. Let me see you come.”
Harper’s breathing quickened. She bit her lip, eyes squeezed shut, then, “Fuck! Cole!” she whispered, breathless and desperate. “Oh my God, I’m…I’m coming! I’m coming!”
Her whole body convulsed beneath me, every muscle taut to a breaking point. Her mouth dropped open and she bit back a scream. Her pussy clamped down on my dick with a force I’d never felt before, so tight and greedy it set off a chain reaction deep in my gut.
Her legs trembled, kicking helplessly, her hands behind my neck as she pulled me to her, locking her mouth against mine. The sound of her orgasm, her cries muffled, pushed me over the edge. My hips jerked forward one final time and I buried myself deep, my release hitting like a sledgehammer. I groaned, my body shaking as I emptied myself inside her.
We stayed joined until after the aftershocks pulsed around me. Both of us breathing hard, our foreheads pressed together, half-dressed and slick with sweat.
“Well, damn, Ms. Sutton.” I lifted my head, half a smile on my lips.
“Do not start,” she said, almost laughing.
“I just wish I knew a supply closet was so hot.”
She giggled. “Right? Let me find out this is our spot.”
“Say less. Mondays at seven can be the witching hour.”
“I mean, I’m hoping we see a bed at some point.”
“You right. You right. But uhm, that was…”
“Necessary,” she finished. She looked sated. “I don’t know about you, but I needed that.”
I laughed, breathless and genuine. “Yeah. Same.”
I pulled out carefully and Harper hopped down from the table. We cleaned up quickly with paper towels we found in a box on the shelves in an attempt to look less freshly fucked.
Harper tried to adjust her skirt while I helped button her blouse. Well, I tried.
“You’re a trauma surgeon but you can’t get the little button in the little hole?” she teased.
“I’m exhausted and I just had amazing sex in a supply closet at work. Forgive me if I’m not on my A game right now.”
“This was a wild idea.”
“Completely.” I grinned. “When can we do it again?”
She laughed. “Sheesh. Insatiable, much?”
“That was the best sex I’ve had in years.”
“It was pretty good.”
“Pretty good?” My eyebrows shot up. “Harper…we almost broke that table.”
