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“Do you want to take me into the bedroom?” I offer.
He shakes his head.
“No. I want you here. And if someone decides now is a good time to get a glass of water, let them get a show.” He grabs hiscock and strokes it a few times before reaching into his jeans and pulling out a foil packet.
“So you were planning on fucking me tonight?” I tease.
He grumbles a needy laugh.
“Laney, I’ve been carrying a condom around since I came in my sweatpants and had to take a long shower.” He tears the packet open with his teeth and then works the condom over his cock.
My back hits the hold glass and I let out a short cry. Cutter holds his finger to his lips as he closes the distance between us.
“Shh, don’t be too loud or we’ll have company,” he says, turning me around so my tits press against the chilly window pane next.
I gasp then bring my knuckles to my mouth to mute myself. Cutter’s palm centers on my spine and he paints his fingers down my body until they wrap around the thin string crossing my lower back. He gently tugs my panties toward him then coaxes my shoulders to lower with his other hand. I drop my palms to the glass and rest my head against it as I bend over and arch my back to give him access.
“Goddamn, Laney. Your ass is a work of art.” He smacks it, leaving a light sting before he bends down to kiss the spot he claimed, and my center swells.
“Is that okay?” he asks. I nod and pant “uh huh.”
He steps out of his jeans, but keeps his palm on my lower back. I feel his length rub against my ass and I shift my hips on reflex, guiding him where I need him most.
“Shh, patience, baby,” he mutters before jerking my thong to the side and running the tip of his cock through my wet folds. My knees weaken so I press more of my weight on the glass, my hands streaking against it. There’s no way Ivy is looking at these hand prints tomorrow and not instantly knowing what happened.
“Say what you want, Laney. Tell me,” he commands, slowly teasing me with his cock as he covers himself in my wetness.
“Oh God, fuck me, Cutter. Fuck me now,” I moan, no longer able to wait.
“Okay,” he says, pushing into me with a long, slow stroke. I move my hand back to my mouth and cry out against it, my body stretching to fit him while also thanking me for giving it the relief it wanted.
Cutter pulls back, leaving me completely, and without even thinking, I utter, “no.”
He chuckles and bends down to put his mouth on my neck.
“Miss me already, huh?” He nips at my ear then stands and pushes back into me. He rocks his hips and his cock slides in and out slowly at first until I grow comfortable with his fit and begin to push back with each stroke.
“Fuck, Laney. You’re so wet. So tight. Fuck,” he groans, his hips moving faster. His thighs slap against my ass cheeks as he pummels me from behind, and he gathers my hair into his fist, holding me still.
Wanting to feel him in a new way, I stand up with his chest to my back and he continues to drive into me while I reach around and loop my arms around his neck.
“Fucking neighbors are going to be sorry there’s a fence,” he chuckles, his hands sliding around my body to grab my tits as he continues to fuck me senseless.
My body is overwhelmed with sensations, my nerves firing from my clit to my nipples, my bottom lip growing numb from the pressure of my teeth biting down so hard. I whimper as another orgasm starts to build. Cutter must sense I’m close because he drops a hand down to my pussy and his finger circles my wet clit, driving each wave closer and closer to the brink until I crash.
“Oh, Cutter. Yes! I’m coming!” My cries are loud, but I don’t care. Cutter pumps into me from behind while he works me with his hand in the front. Clutching me against him, he rocks his hips hard and fast until his breathing halts. He flattens his palm against my center as he drives his cock up into me a few more times, and it swells with his orgasm. He slides against my insides while the pulsing subsides until finally pulling out and stumbling a few steps back.
“Fuck me, Laney,” he huffs.
“I believe I did,” I pant, taunting a smile to his lips. He pulls the condom from his cock and ties it up then hooks a finger in the air to call me to him.
I step in close and he snakes his hand up my neck and into my incredibly messy hair. He kisses me hard and holds my bottom lip between his for several seconds before his mouth stretches into a smile that breaks our touch.
“We’re going to run out of furniture to spoil in this house,” he says through soft laughter.
“I’m pretty sure we need to clean the window,” I add.
“Uh uh,” he contends, shaking his head. “Leave it. That’s what Matt gets for making me clean up after his fucking party.”
