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I think I prefer overstimulation to this. Whateverthisis. It feels like a bruise on my heart, and my heart has nothing to do with Nic. Maybe he isn’t as bad as I thought, but there’s no reason for soft eyes and a softer kiss to bring this ache to my chest.
I reach for the condom, stepping away from him. “Let’s go.” I need him to use me hard and fast so that when that tenderness is back on the shelf and out of reach, I won’t remember it. Won’t even miss it.
Chapter fourteen
Nic
Thelasthandfulofseconds have been the longest of my life, but I’m pretty sure only thirty seconds have passed. “Are you ready?”
Jessie rips the condom open in response.
I’m not going to argue—she knows her body and what she needs, and right now I need her so damn bad I could cry.
She doesn’t roll the condom over me right away. Instead, she traces her fingers around the head of my cock, down my length, her fingernails dragging feather-light from root back to the tip. When her hand closes around me, I push into her slippery grip.
Jessie rises onto her tippy-toes to nip at my lips as she rolls the condom over me. “I need you hard and fast.”
Perfect. I don’t want to hold back, not my one time with Jessie. I turn her, pressing her hands onto the shower glass, my fingers lacing with hers. “This okay?” Taking her from behind is less personal. Less intimate. Safer. I can’t afford to see anything in her eyes that might make me want more.
“God yes.” She gathers her wet hair over her shoulder, and I let my gaze follow the gentle bumps of her spine down to her perfect ass. Goddammit, she’s beautiful like this, waiting for me. Wanting.
I press my lips between her shoulder blades.
“Do me already,” she whispers.
“Getting to that,” I reply, nudging her legs farther apart. She groans my name in frustration as I slide the tip of my cock through her folds, her slickness evident through the condom, until I’m shaking with need. I ease my tip into the entrance of her pussy and seat myself in one slow, steady thrust, and she takes me. Perfectly.
It’s a struggle to catch my breath. She feels so damned good and I’m not even moving. Steam and the scent of sex fill the shower and I’m not sure how long I’m going to last.
Jessie rocks back, whining my name. I’m not giving her what she wants, so she’s going to make me. I like that about her. I tighten my grip on her hips and my next thrust has me biting down on my lower lip. She shouldn’t feel this good, or sound this good, or smell this good, or taste this good. This is all I get, and I already know I’m going to want more.
I find a rhythm. Not hard and fast, not yet, but not gentle either. It makes her moan, but won’t end me prematurely.
When I glance up, though…
Oh, god.
It’s Jessie’s reflection in the mirror over the vanity, me behind her. Steam blurs our edges and her tits bounce as she takes each thrust, but it’s the expression on her face. Pleasure painted over every feature.
I reach up, cupping her neck with both hands, my fingers under her jaw, tipping her head up. “Look.”
Her eyes meet mine in the reflection and white-hot lust surges through my veins at her moan. Her hand drops between her legs, fingers circling her clit, but her eyes stay on the hazy reflection of us fucking.
I’m not sure I can outlast her, but I can’t slow down, thrusting into her hard and fast. I’m watching her in the mirror and she’s watching me and sex has never been this good. My release is already building, tightening my balls, tingling along my spine. Jessie comes and thank god. Her orgasm ripples around me, squeezing me tight as my muscles tense and I slam into her and then I’m coming, pulsing to the wild beat of my heart or her pleasure—there’s no difference.
We’re both wrecked, still gasping, when I have to stop. I have nothing left inside. Jessie’s taken everything out of me. I wrap my arms around her and pull her to me, holding both of us up as my head tips back and I struggle to draw enough of the steamy air into my lungs.
Coming down from this high is going to take a while. That euphoric, limp feeling is more intense than anything I’ve experienced in ages. Or ever.
“Wow,” Jessie murmurs. She tenses like she didn’t mean to say that out loud.
I drop my gaze to hers in the mirror, catching the moment the smile falls from her lips.
Oh god.
Panic wallops me in the face. I release her and step back, my cock sliding out of her. This is Jessie. Someone I shouldn’t fantasize about, let alone touch. God, if she tells anyone…if I slip and tell someone…
She watches me as I tie off the condom and drop it on the floor. Even when I close my eyes and step under the showerhead to make sure the whipped cream is gone from my hair, I can feel her stare.
