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I can’t help the laugh that escapes. “You always take what you want. I like that. I won’t keep my good girl waiting.”
I grip my dick and run the head up and down her slit. The metal ball at the top runs along her clit and she moans. I repeat the motion, except this time she pushes her ass back against me, needing more. On the third time, I find her entrance and thrust in. She whimpers from the intrusion, but soon enough, she’s moaning. I pull out and drive into her, loving the way her tight pussy grips me. I ease out before slamming into her, causing her palms slide forward on the bench. After she regains her position, she pushes back, meeting me thrust for thrust. One hand grips her waist as I rest the other against the glass wall for balance. I continue plunging in and out of her. My grunts mix with her moans. This girl consumes me in every way possible. My hand slides down the glass and grips the other side of her hips. I pull out of her, and she whimpers from the loss. Lifting her to a standing position, I turn her around. For so long, I’ve denied myself this intimacy. I never wanted it. Until now.
“I want to see your face as you come on my dick.” Rotating us, I take a seat and guide her between my legs. My hard cock juts out between us. The silver ball on the tip glistens in the dim light. She nibbles on her bottom lip before hiking one leg over my knee, resting it on the bench. Then she does the same with the other. I reach between us and grip my shaft as she lowers herself down inch by glorious inch.
“Oh! Shit!” she gasps as she continues down until she’s fully seated.
I inhale a sharp breath.
“I’m so full. You’re so deep like this. And your piercing…”
I buck my hips up, and she arches her neck and moans. Slowly, she rocks her hips, her moans and whimpers tell me she’s loving it. She brings her hands up to my shoulders for better leverage.
“Duchess, you better get moving because with the way your pussy’s strangling my cock, I’m not going to last long.” I grip her waist and guide her to move, but she doesn’t need my assistance. She picks up the pace, sliding up and down my hard cock. The sounds of our pleasure mix together in the enclosed shower. Two become one. Mind, body, and sounds. With an arm wrapped around her, I bring my other hand up to cup her breast. Then I’m bending down and sucking a hardened nipple into my mouth. My tongue swirls around the stiff peak before I gently bite down.
“Oh fuck. That feels so good,” she mumbles between pants.
I repeat the process on the other nipple and this time, her pussy contracts around me. Her speed picks up as she uses my dick to pleasure herself and I’m enjoying every second of it.
“Ah. Yes. Right there. I’m so close.” Her pants become more shallow before her pussy contracts around me as her orgasm takes over.
“Keep riding me, duchess. I’m right behind you.” I move my hands to her hips, my fingertips digging into the soft flesh as I guide her down on my dick.
She continues her pace, riding my cock. “Ledger.” Her eyes squeeze shut. “I’m going to come again.”
My balls constrict as a tingle creeps up my lower back. I grunt, thrusting up, exploding inside her as another orgasm ruptures through her. She slows her pace until she finally stops with me still inside of her.
She gets up to move, but my grip on her waist tightens. “Fuck. I just want to feel you like this for a few more seconds.”
Her gaze meets mine. “Okay.” Her hands thread through my hair at my temples, finger combing the wet locks.
It’s been so long since I’ve felt this. This connection. But it’s deeper than sex. And fuck if I ever want it to stop.
“Is that your handprint smeared down the glass?”
I turn to the right to look at what she’s talking about. “Yeah. I guess so.”
She chuckles. “That’s veryTitanicof you.”
I raise an eyebrow in question.
“Jack and Rose? In the car? Got all steamy? Never mind.” She grips the side of my face and presses her lips to mine in a chaste kiss. “We better get to the actual showering before I run out of hot water.”
We take turns lathering each other up and rinsing off. I never imagined something so simple would be so intimate. It’s been years since I’ve had feelings that have come remotely close to what I feel for Olivia and that shit scares me the most.
TWENTY-FOUR
NOT JAY’S GIRLFRIEND
Olivia
The past week has been one of the best I’ve ever had. Since the weekend of the motorcycle ride, we’ve been inseparable, minus when work got in the way. Every night we’d end up in my bed, on my couch, on the kitchen counter, and once on an Adirondack chair in my backyard. Which is one hundred percent not meant for two people…having sex. Now, it’s Friday. I took the day off work—or called in sick…cough, cough. By now I would consider it bad luck if we didn’t see each other. It’s like a reading streak on your e-reader. You’ll go to extreme lengths so you don’t break it. My plan for today is to surprise him and see if he can spare a couple of hours.
I park my SUV in an empty spot in front of his shop. At first glance, I notice his truck isn’t parked out front, but that’s not uncommon. He could have parked inside the garage. With my purse tucked under my arm, I hop out and make my way to the steel door. When I yank it open, the fluorescent lights buzz above me, but the shop is eerily quiet. Usually, music is blaring through the stereo or the clanking of metal echoes around the massive area. But today, nothing. A truck that’s not Ledger’s sits in the far bay while a car is parked next to it. I cautiously meander through the garage, hoping to run into someone. “Hello?” I call out.
A shadow catches my attention, then someone steps out from behind a truck. I spin around, expecting to see Ledger, but it’s not the tall, broad frame I’m familiar with. Instead, she’s my height, maybe a little taller, raven colored hair that drapes down one shoulder and down her chest. A full sleeve of tattoos covers her left arm visible from the black, low-cut tank top she’s wearing. My gaze continues to wander down to her dark purple shorts, fishnet stockings, and black boots that are absolutely adorable.
“Oh. Hi.” My gaze drifts up, still unsure how I should perceive her. I fidget with my bag. “Are you getting your car fixed?”
