Page 12 of Vicious Betrayal

We start to wash up without touching, but it's not long before we're brushing up against each other. That turns quickly into hands sliding over each other's bodies, until Cormac has me up against the wall, kissing me roughly as his cock hardens against my belly.

"Fuck," he groans. "See what you do to me?"

"I feel it." I wrap my hand around him, stroking, and he shuts the water off abruptly, picking me up and carrying me out of the shower to the sink counter. He sets me on the edge, wrapping my legs around his hips as he kisses me with one hand in my wet hair, easing his cock into me for a third time.

I'm sore, but not so sore that I want to stop. We go slower this time, rocking together as he plays with my breasts and kisses me, sliding in slow strokes until I feel a small, shuddering orgasm ripple through me and he sinks in once more, coming with a low groan.

Then, we both dry off and end up back in bed. "I can call you an Uber," Cormac says, his voice drowsy. It's after three in the morning by this point. "Or you can stay."

I mull it over. It won't change anything. My security by now will have told my father I snuck off, and I'm going to be in for a hell of a lecture tomorrow. It won't be any worse because I sleep here tonight.

I've always wanted space immediately after, but with Cormac, I find myself wanting to stay in his arms. I like how he feels and smells and the warmth of him next to me, the sensation of his strong arm over my waist. I'm not ready to leave yet.

"Staying sounds nice," I mumble drowsily. His arm tightens around me in response. And then, before I can form much more of a thought, I'm drifting off into sleep, too.

5

CORMAC

Iwake up before her, which isn't unusual in that it's early, but usually there's no her to wake up to. Like I told Oksana last night, usually I go to the woman I'm hooking up with's place, and then come home to mine. But this morning there's a slight weight against my ribs, an arm thrown over me, and blonde hair spread across the pillow in a way that makes the whole room look different than it did last night.

For a moment, I just stare at her. She's naked under the blankets, her slender, warm body curved against mine, and I'm hard. It's just the familiar vague ache of morning wood, and not nearly as insistent this morning given that I came three times last night. Three. I haven't gotten it up thrice in an evening since I was probably thirty. And then it took a dry spell to get me there.

But Oksana gets me hard just by breathing. Which makes me feel especially dirty, considering that she looks soft and too young in the morning light. Too young for me even if I was an average forty-year-old, and I'm not. I'm hardened and scarred by violence, those forty years weighing heavily on me, and I shouldn't have come within a mile of her.

Certainly not inside of her.

Fuck, that was stupid too. She said she was on birth control, but I know better than to fuck a woman without a condom. I don't know how I didn't stop before I got inside of her, but what I do know is that once I felt her hot and tight and wet around my bare cock, every rational thought in my head went silent.

That memory is enough to stir my erection to a full, painful hardness, but I ignore it. Last night was what it was. It was incredible, an impossible fantasy that I'll be reliving in my lonelier moments for a long time, and I still can't wrap my head around how a girl her age who looks like her wanted me so badly. None of it was pretense or manufactured. She came for me over and over, begged for me, moaned my name. It was the hottest fucking thing I've ever experienced.

But we're not doing it again.

I ease my arm out from under her. She makes a small unhappy noise and turns onto her back, and I sit up. I look at her again in the daylight. "Hey," I say quietly. She doesn't move. "Oksana."

Her eyes open slowly. She blinks at the ceiling, then turns toward me. I see the moment when she's briefly confused about where she is, and then she comes back to herself and remembers. She smiles like waking up in my bed is the most normal thing in the world.

"Morning," she says, voice rough with sleep, and stretches. The sheet slides down, and for one more second I let myself just look at her before I ruin it. Her small breasts are pert and firm, the nipples tight in the cool of the room, and I know if I rolled atop her and kissed her senseless I could have my hard cock inside her in seconds. She'd let me. She'd even beg for it again.

No. One night was bad enough. I succumbed to temptation, and fine. I'm just a man, and I made a stupid decision. But I can't do it again.

She sees the tent under the sheets, though, and reaches for me with a small, mischievous smile. With a level of self-control I didn't know I still possessed—and will probably regret later—I grab her wrist gently and ease her hand back.

"No," I say quietly. "That was one night, lass. We're not repeating it."

She frowns, pushing herself up and letting the sheet fall to her hips without a hint of modesty. The way she looks, though, I can hardly blame her. "Why?" she pouts, frustration evident in her voice. "It's not like you didn't already fuck me three times, Cormac. You're hard, and I wouldn't mind another orgasm before I leave." She finishes that sentence in a purr, and it's all I can do not to say yes.

I didn't fuck her from behind last night. I imagine telling her to grab the headboard while I squeeze her hips, looking at the perfect arch of her back while I drive into her⁠—

My cock throbs, the sheets sticking to my tip as it leaks pre-cum. Goddamn it.

"You're twenty years younger than me," I say flatly, ignoring my erection. "I should have said no last night, but I didn't. Now all I can do is make sure it doesn't happen again."

She glares at me. "Cormac. It's not a big deal."

I ignore her and stand up. Her gaze goes immediately to my cock, jutting out in front of me. I grab a pair of boxer briefs from the dresser and pull them on, but wrestling my erection into them is an event in itself.

"Look at you. Stop being stubborn and come back to bed before I need to go home." She sounds irritated, but she still wants to fuck me. Me. What is this girl's deal?