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“What was that word you didn’t want me to use, Peaches?” The huskiness of his voice mixed with the use of that new nickname flooded her with another rush of arousal. He nipped her earlobe and drew small circles around her pulsating clit.
To swallow back a moan, Jess sank her teeth into her bottom lip. Her hips rotated with his fingers, and she pressed back keeping contact with his hard cock against her ass.
“I fucking love how wet you are.” He kept his leisurely pace and began making figure eights. “It’s almost as if you want something. Do you, Peaches? Do want something?” His warm breath caressed her cheek.
She turned her head and made contact with his lips. “Yes,” she answered before thrusting her tongue into his mouth. The kiss was hard, and frenzied, but over too soon.
He stepped away and peeled her panties down, kissing the backs of her thighs as he went. As much as she enjoyed his magical mouth, she ached for the feel of his cock, stretching and filling her to capacity. She had to stop herself from doing a fist pump when she heard the telltale sound of ripping paper.
Widening her legs and sticking her ass out more, she offered herself up, eager and ready. Her eyes focused on his place directly across the way and a brief moment of worry flickered through her. What if one of the occupants on either side of him walked out right now? They wouldn’t have a clear view, but moving a little to the left or right would change that. When his strong hands gripped her waist as he stepped behind her, those worries dissipated. To hell with it; let ’em see. All that mattered was the man behind her, and the incoming fuck.
The tip of his cock probed at her opening. She took in a breath and prepared herself. It released in a slow stream as he pushed into her body.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned.
She glanced back over her shoulder and smiled. The same could be said about him. He pulled back, and then slammed forward, nearly knocking her into the glass. The hot air forced out of her from the impact fogged the window. Jess bent more and locked her arms.
Ryan wasted no time in finding his rhythm, thrusting hard at a steady pace. His thick cock massaged her slick walls, and the angle allowed deeper penetration, which hit her in the right spot. A constant barrage of strokes to the bundle of muscles she’d previously believed to be a myth had her eyes rolling back in her head and low groans rumbling in the back of her throat.
His heavy grunts timed with his movements. Her fingers curled into fists, she dropped her head back, and pushed up on her tiptoes, doing all she could to increase the contact. Short rapid breaths were all she managed.
Even confined within the bra, her breasts jiggled and she welcomed the friction against her nipples. It served to help drive her forward, moving her closer to the glory that awaited—the thrilling rush like a drop to a rollercoaster. Another hard thrust was the final strike that pushed her over the edge. Her knees buckled as the pleasure shot through her.
Ryan’s strong arm circled her waist, keeping her upright as he let loose a long grunt and stilled. His rush of warmth captured in the latex barrier. She rested her forehead against the glass, welcoming the coolness. Their bodies remained connected, to ride out the aftershocks.
With a kiss to the back of her shoulder and a final squeeze of her ass, Ryan withdrew. She stood, her flowy skirt fell into place, and she rested her back against the door for support. Her gaze followed his toned ass as he strolled off in the direction of the half-bath. Once she was sure her legs were steady, Jess walked to
the kitchen.
Butterflies attacked her stomach when he returned with his sexy, cocky, lopsided grin firmly in place. Don’t read too much into this Jess. It’s just sex.
“Water.” She held one of the bottles she’d taken from the fridge toward him.
“So, what’da ya want tonight?”
“Um...”
“For dinner.”
Her mouth formed a silent “Oh.” His request, while not totally unexpected given the last two weeks, still threw her. Each time he asked to hang out made it harder to keep the “it’s just sex” mantra in her head.
She took a breath and smiled. “Do I get to pay half this time?”
He uncapped the bottle and took a long drink. Hell, even him swallowing was fucking sexy. When he finished, he licked his lips and winked at her.
“Nope. Come over whenever you’re ready.”
On the way out, he stopped and picked up her discarded panties and shoved them in his back pocket.
Her eyes widened. “Hey...”
“You know where to find them.”
A two-fingered salute and he strolled out her door and back to his place with her panties sticking out of his pocket like a handkerchief.
Chapter Eight
Ryan
