Her nails dug into my shoulders, her movements turning more frantic and jerkier. I smirked against her lips, kissing her hard as one hand held fast to her hip and the other traveled under her hoodie. I shoved the thin fabric of the bralette she wore beneath it out of my way, palming her with a satisfying whimper breaking from her lips as I did.
“That’s it, Em,” I encouraged, nipping at her lip. “That’s my filthy fucking girl.”
“Fuck,” she breathed, her head tipping back again as she rocked and bounced and used me. And goddamnit, I loved beingused by her. I never wanted it to end. I never wanted to forget the way she looked completely uninhibited — skin slightly flushed, lips parted, eyes pinched shut.
The thrill coursing through my veins was palpable. I knew at any moment someone could walk through that door. Someone could see us together, catch us like this, and it’d all be over.
But I couldn’t stop.
Not with her making those sweet little noises, her nails clawing at my back, her pussy grinding against me through the fabric that separated us.
When she picked up her pace, her pelvis meeting mine with more force, I met her intensity. I rocked up harder, my sick brain loving the mix of pain and pleasure every time she ground against my cock. I plucked at her nipple, savoring the weight of her in my hand as I kissed along her jaw.
“Not so mouthy now, are you?” I teased, and I kept that one hand driving on her hip, but slid the other out from under her shirt. I trailed it up, running my fingers over her lips until she sucked two of them inside her mouth and locked her eyes on me.
My throat tightened. I pictured my cock there instead of my fingers, imagined what it would feel like to have her tongue swirl around me, to see her on her knees taking me down her throat.
“Come on, baby,” I said roughly, bucking up into her. “Come on my cock. Give me what I want. Let me hear the noises you make so I can add those to the list of everything about you that keeps me up at night.”
Then, I pulled my fingers from her moaning mouth and wrapped my hand gently around her throat.
She hummed with approval the moment I did, and then she was in control — bucking and writhing and chasing her release. I squeezed, feeling the column of her throat in my hand, savoring the way she started to quake as her release overcame her.
And then she was shuddering, moaning, my name a breath on her lips where she strained through my grip. She rocked and panted and gripped onto me like I was the only thing holding her to the earth.
Fuck.
I felt it happening before I had any chance of stopping it. Blood rushed between my thighs, my brain going fuzzy as I let myself give in to what it felt like to have Emily the way I’d wanted her since the first day we met.
I came, too.
My groans grew louder than hers, and she smiled against my mouth as she rode my lap, coaxing every last drop of cum I had in me right out.
“Fuck,” I breathed, looking down at where I’d spilled in my pants. “Fuck.”
Emily just grinned, still slowly rolling against me like she’d won the goddamn lottery.
“Naughty boy,” she murmured, that smirk still in place as she slid her hands into my hair and kissed me again. “I think I like meditation.”
I should have laughed.
This was the part where I should laugh, spank her ass, growl something sexy in her ear and tell her it was even better than I imagined. This was the part where we were supposed to get cleaned up while we giggled and tried to be quiet.
Except that laugh was lodged in my throat, which was currently tightening more and more by the minute as the reality of what we’d done settled in.
“Fuck, Em,” I breathed, pulling her forehead to rest against mine. “We… fuck, we shouldn’t have done this.”
“I beg to differ,” she said with a laugh. “I think we should do it again, actually.”
“We can’t.”
What the fuck was I thinking?
I shook my head, panic seizing my chest.
We’d broken our contract.
And if anyone found out, we’d both be toast.
