God. She was going to kill him. Blood roared in his ears. Pounded in his veins—in his groin. Every part of him seemed to be one giant pulsing nerve ready to detonate at any second.
He had to get inside her. He’d put it off too long and ran the risk of filling the condom with the first slide into her heated flesh.
Removing his hand from between her legs, Stone gripped her hips and rolled to his back. “On top.”
Soph quickly got on board with his plan and rose to her knees, her thighs straddling his hips. With that torturous hand, she held his cock and, lining the head up with her body, sank down over him.
Hot and plush, her pussy swallowed his entire length in one smooth glide. From tip to root, Stone’s cock was surrounded by the wet clench of her body.
His balls tightened, his shaft throbbed, and it took all his strength to keep from thrusting up and driving his aching cock deeper.
He let her set the pace, palmed her hips and guided her movements as she found a rhythm and tore at his restraint. Steady and slow, Soph rode him with more enthusiasm than skill but the tempo kept him from hurtling over the edge.
Stretching his thumb towards her center, he found her clit and pressed in a circular motion that soon had her breathing harder and moving faster. It wasn’t the driving beat his body craved but until he pushed her to the limit, he wouldn’t take what he needed.
Without warning she gasped, her body jolting, her stride breaking. In the next moment her pussy clamped down on his cock in a punishing grip that threatened to unman him as her orgasm ripped through her—throughhim.
Grabbing her waist, Stone flipped them over, pulled her legs around his hips and pounded into her.
Hard and fast and deep, he plunged into her clenching pussy over and over and over. And when he thought he couldn’t take any more, thought he’d go insane if he didn’t find release, his body snapped.
Pulse after pulse of pleasure so extreme it hurt thumped through him. Scraped his bones and rattled his teeth. Burying his face into the curve of her neck, Stone thrust deep and held.
Panting and sweating and coming apart at the seams, he acknowledged the magnitude of the moment.
He’d had sex Sophie Collins.
His client.
Fuck.
He’d slept his client.
Lifting off her, he slipped from her body and turned away. “Need to ditch the condom.”
What he needed was a minute. A few seconds to regroup and process.
Ducking into the bathroom, he trashed the used latex and washed up. Should he get a warm cloth for Soph? He glanced up and his gaze connected with hers in the mirror.
“I have to use…” She waved her hand at the toilet.
“Oh. Right. Sure.” Still a little—okay, a lot—off-kilter, Stone stepped out of the way to let her pass, then slipped out of the door. It closed with a soft click behind him. He ran a hand through his hair and muttered, “Shit.”
What did he do now? Get dressed? Climb under the covers? He couldn’t fuck her again. Not that she was just a fuck. He’d had plenty of those, and he knew what they’d done couldn’t be called a fuck. He didn’t want to put a name to it though. Couldn’t afford to.
His pants vibrated, drawing his attention away from his scattered thoughts. Reaching down, he scooped his jeans up and yanked the phone from his pocket.
Jack.
Dreading the coming conversation, Stone knew if he didn’t answer this call, he’d find Jack at the door in minutes. He was lucky Jack wasn’t banging on the door already.
Hitting accept, Stone brought the device to his ear. “Hey.”
“What the hell, man?” Jack growled in his ear. “You kissed her!”
Fuck. He couldn’t ignore or brush this aside. “We’re pretending to be a couple.”
“Bullshit. There was nothing pretend about that kiss. You all but devoured each other. I felt the heat clear across the bar.”
