She’s enjoying this as much as I am.
Her firm grip pumps me back and forth until my hips are swaying with the motion. My eyes roll to the back of my head. Fuck, if she keeps this up, I’m a goner.
Before that happens, I need to hear her scream with her face buried in the mattress.
It takes every single ounce of control in my body to step back out of her grasp. She inhales with disappointment, looking up at me with a pout.
“You’re a brat—you know that?” I chuckle, and she grins. “Turn around, on all fours.”
She glares at me defiantly, but she does as I asked, flipping over and getting on her hands and knees, her ass to me.
“Mmm,” I groan, closing the distance between my knees and the edge of the bed. “You know on either side of you are Nighthawks staff, right?”
Looking back over her shoulder, she nods.
My hands flatten against her slacks, and I glide them around her hips and undo the button, pushing the zipper down and sliding my hand against her soaking panties.
She jerks, her ass backing into me and her center grinding sharply against my hand. Retracting from her pants, I grab her waistband and panties, tearing them both down her ass and legs. Balancing with her hands, she kicks her boots off, and I peel her bottoms off her and toss them to the mess on the floor.
“Grab a pillow,” I tell her, palming her ass and shaking it in my hands. Dear God, the recoil is so fucking good. I can’t help but bend down and run my tongue across her cheek, taking a little bite.
She gasps as she reaches forward and grabs a pillow, putting it right in front of her outstretched arms.
Dropping down between her legs, I spread her cheeks, exposing the glistening cunt that’s calling my name. “Can you stay quiet? Or is the entire organization going to hear you?”
She scoffs. “Well, we’ll see if you can even make me moan, let alone finish.”
This brat.
“Oh, really?” I give her no warning before my face is buried between her legs, my tongue gliding into her pussy.
I moan against her, and she cries out.
Digging my fingers into her hips, I stop my tongue just long enough for her to plaster her face to her pillow.
Good God, she tastes like heaven. This might be the biggest mistake we could’ve made if the goal is to be less distracted. I’m going to think about her sweet pussy every time I see her, desperate to be in this very position all over again.
Her hands are fisting the comforter, and she moans as my face rocks against her.
My name is a muffled cry. “Matt.”
My finger circles her entrance, and I glide it in with ease, feeling her super-tight core stretch around each knuckle. “Fuck, Shay.”
Her back arches, and she pushes back against my hand as I add a second finger. Greedily, she takes what she wants, her moans quickening.
Pumping my fingers, I work her steadily as my other hand finds her clit. She whimpers, her back a straight slant as she bounces against my hand.
She’s almost there—I can feel her tightening in short waves.
“Are you going to give it to me, or do you want me to beg?” I ask her, hooking my fingers and hitting that perfect spot.
She explodes, moaning into her pillow as she pulses around my fingers, every muscle in her body tightening and then bursting with euphoria.
Sliding my fingers out of her, I suck them into my mouth as she rolls onto her back, trying to catch her breath. Sitting up, she backs up until she’s against the headboard.
She’s a sweaty, panting, flushed mess, and she’s never been more attractive, my God. Lifting her hand up, she crooks her finger and beckons me forward.
“Tell me what you want,” I mutter, kneeling closer to her as she sticks her tongue out and opens her mouth wide. “Fuck.”
