I turned and jumped backwards, because yes, they were sitting there, watching us. A shudder ran through me.
“Let me check on Fiona?” I remembered getting a text at one point from Hale that she wasn’t feeling good, but I didn’t need to hurry back. We’d stayed out quite late.
Going upstairs, I found Fiona’s door closed. I cracked it open, only to hear moans and see bodies. Also, blankets wereeverywhere.
There went evicting them so that I could sleep in the bed with her. I closed the door.
“Where will I sleep?” I frowned, texting Hale that we were back.
Dusty picked me up. “In the bunkroom with me.”
While I could get out of his grasp easily, I really was in the mood for fucking. If I couldn’t have Fiona, Dusty would suffice.
He brought me into the room we were sharing, kicking the door closed. We tossed the remainder of our clothes on the floor. Setting his glasses on a chair, he pushed me down on the lower bunk.
Dusty started to kiss me, running his hands up and down my body. Every movement, every kiss, sent shivers of delight through me, as want and need grew inside me.
“Fuck me,” I breathed, growing impatient.
“Oh, I plan to.” Throwing my legs over his shoulders, he thrust inside me, hitting the right spots over and over as I gasped.
“Right there,” I moaned. Though he knew exactly what I liked.
I allowed him to play my body like he was creating music.
“Dusty,” I gasped as an orgasm took me.
He didn’t stop for more than a breath as he kissed me, eyes meeting mine, the room dark. “You are so fucking beautiful.”
“Am I?” I flipped him over, so I could have my way with him, kissing him fiercely. “You are beautiful at fucking.”
“Take me, Mi Cielo,” he whispered as I rode him.
“Feel like I’m going to hit my head,” I laughed, trapping him with my hands as I moved up and down on him.
I came again, and he pushed me to the wall.
“Now you won’t hit your head.” Dusty kissed me hungrily as he fucked me against the wall, then he got on his knees worshiping meas my hands tangled in his hair.
His balsam and orange scent, along with his arousal and pheromones, suffocated me in the best way as we continued to fuck as if our lives depended on it.
Dusty pulled the top mattress off onto the floor. Kneeling me on it, I braced my arms on the bed as he fucked me from behind, lavishing my neck and shoulders with rough kisses that called to something deep within me as I came again.
I pushed him down on the mattress and we play-wrestled until he got me down on the floor, holding my legs in the air.
Finally, he collapsed on me, sweaty. “I will please you more, Mi Cielo, but I need a little rest.”
Feeling pleasantly satiated, I tugged the blanket off the lower bunk and covered us with it. “That was pretty amazing.”
Snuggled into him, I closed my eyes.
“Yes, it was, Mo Shíorghra,” he said softly.
I was too tired to correct his accent. Just as I drifted off to sleep the door flew open.
“Oh good, you’re back.” Carlos stood in the doorway, stark naked, reeking of sex.
Pushing Dusty off me, I sat up. “Fiona’s sick? Hale mentioned that she wasn’t feeling good.”
