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His words hurt my heart. “Will he find them?”
“Maybe,” he murmurs smoothly. “They’re in the wedges of your shoes, baby.” I suck a choppy breath in. “Calm down. It’s fine. I won’t let anything happen to you.”
I try to steel my face, feeling tingles move along my spine. “Are there cameras in here?”
His breath hits me hard. “Yes.”
Sweat slides down my chest, slipping between my breasts and into the fabric of my bra. “What is he expecting to see? What would any other girl be doing right now?”
“Riding my cock.”
Jealousy lashes out and wraps itself around me. I peer across the sauna. The thought of Jimmy watching us, our actions and affections on display while our secrets are whispered from cheek to cheek, sets a boil within me. A reminiscent feeling of being the one beside him, being his partner in crime and life when no one else is welcome to be. I feel shameful too, for a brief moment, but I ignore it. Excitement and the thrill of danger have a stronger hold on me. Seventeen-year-old Shoshanna with all her wildness and anger and crazies is still part of who I am.
Eagerly, I reach between us, my hand gliding through our sweat as I reach my pussy. Lifting onto my knees, I slide my knickers across, baring my folds. I lock eyes with Bronson, feeling a glimmer of bashfulness move across my cheeks as I offer myself to him. His face is sweaty and tense, his pupils dilating, leaving thin green-blue rings that stare at me, dark and daring.
I grip his shoulders tightly as he positions his steel-like cock, his crown nudging at my pussy. Lowering myself onto him, we both moan instantly as his girth pries my muscles apart while his length moves up into me until my bum meets his thighs. Panting at the pressure inside me, filled to the hilt, I undulate against him.
For a moment, pain flares through my core.
But as I grind slowly, the discomfort of being so full subsides. My body accepts him. And all the nerves inside me are awakened.
Pressing my cheek back to his, we breathe together as I lift again. Closing my eyes, I revel in the feel of every thick, pulsing inch of him drawing out of me. Then I sit back down, taking him all in again.
“Yes, baby. Like that,” he hisses, the sound wisps through clenched teeth. His body tenses, his arms band my back tightly, his hips move steadily up and down with my rhythm. We create a pace together. A flow where our slick bodies move as one.
It’s slow.
And I want to kiss him.
But that would mean something else.
He massages the length of my spine, before stopping to caress the thick swell of my arse and then gripping both cheeks. I feel his fingers spanning low, touching us both where he enters me.
I reach around to unclip my bra, but he leans forward to bite the top of my breast, causing me to fall forward. His mouth moves to my ear. “No,” he growls low, strained. “I don’t want him to see your beautiful nipples. Nothing more than he already has. Stay deep. Keep your bra on.”
I move my hand back to grip his shoulder. Focus on the dance of our hips. I keep him deep. Close. Agonising bliss builds inside me as I pick up speed, riding him with brazen need.
“Yes, baby. Use me. Take what you want,” he growls, teeth grit in restraint as he allows me to ride him at my own pace. I roll and adjust my hips in the exact way I like, using him like a toy to chase the peak of a building sensation.
“Bronson.” I pant, throwing my head back, arching my body more. My thighs burn as I continue to lift and slide down, lift and slide. The entire time his arms twitch around me, wanting to throw me down and fuck me; I can tell. But he doesn’t. And now, the tremors hit me hard. Wave upon wave of warmth and pleasure rush to my pussy, igniting it.
“Bronson. Yes.God.” I come apart, still riding him. Shaking. Unable to stop. The sensation continues, and I don’t want it to relent because it’s him and me. This feeling. It’sus.
His hand finds its way into my hair, wrapping the dark strands around his fingers, yanking my head back. My throat arches so he can eat at my skin. His other hand grips my hip, pressing me down as he pumps upward.
My head spins.
Through a deep strained groan, he comes, filling me fiercely.
He releases the death grip he has in my hair. I flop forward on to him, wrapping my arms around his neck as though we are lovers. My body is so hot and wet, my muscles melt against him. He twists his face until the corners of our mouths touch, our heavy long exhales fusing together.
A pang hits my heart.
I wish things were different.
Perspiration slides down my brow, pooling at my upper lip. His tongue ducks out to lick the bead. Swiftly, he stands, his cock squeezing out from inside me. He cradles my weak, warm, lethargic body against him.
I cuddle his neck, relaxing as he walks me from the steam and out into the cloakroom. The fresh air hits me like a bat to my senses. Awakens me. Guilt and shame engulf me as the sparse cool air surrounds me, chilling me, reminding me that I live with another man.
