Page 44 of Double Apex

Her lower lip is shining, and she sucks it into her mouth for a split second, eyes locked on mine. The gesture is both soerotic and so natural that a stab of need tears through me. I pull her to stand, dovetailing our fingers.

“It means,” I tell her in a harsh whisper, switching places with her as if in a dance, “you belong to me,only.”

I crush her lips in one fierce kiss before rotating her and trapping her against the wall, turned away from me. She gasps, and her palms flatten on the wallpaper—a geometric sage pattern with radiating threads of gold. Where her hands land, it appears electricity is shooting from her fingertips, and it seems fitting.

Yes, this wallpaper will be burned into my brain—I know it when I dip my knees to angle myself at her opening and she arches back, her posture begging me to ram my cock home. As I do, it wrings a cry from us both, and Phaedra’s hands slip up the wall an inch with the force of my entry.

Her hands move again and again, fingers tensing, as I slam into her. I brace one palm on the wall and she clasps my wrist hard. With my other hand I reach around and caress down her belly, settling two fingers on her clit, slowing my thrusts, kneading and stroking her outside while I churn up a storm of tension inside her. Her snug walls squeeze me, and that round ass I’ve been watching for months is pure bliss to smack against with my hips.

We’re beside the large window, and Phaedra swings one leg out and rests her foot on the windowsill, opening herself wider. One of her hands settles over mine as I rub her slippery clit.

I deliver a small bite to the side of her neck. “Do you want to take over?”

“No,” she breathes, her eager body alternately grinding against my fingers and sheathing my cock deeper in herself. “I just want to be with you while you do it.Fuck, it’s so good…”

“Beautiful, beautiful,” I whisper into her shoulder as her legs start to tremble. “Fall apart for me.”

Her hand atop mine adjusts subtly, showing me exactly what she needs in this position. I follow her lead and she lets out a low, breathy moan, rocking against my hand as I drive into her with the short, sharp thrusts she seems to want right now.

“I never got the chance,” she says in a delirious whisper. “I’m taking it now…”

“Whatever it is,” I reply, my lips against her neck, my fingers sliding in a motion Phaedra guides with her own, “you deserve it, sweet girl.”

There’s a flutter inside her, and she clenches around my cock. The hand she has on my wrist against the wall digs into me.

“Anything, draga mea. Name it and it’s yours.”

“A secret!”

She pushes her ass back against me hard as she comes, her hand flying up and covering the breathy whimper that spills from her. As silent shudders pass through her, I cup her breasts, squeezing their warm weight, feeling the pebbled nipples at the center of my palms.

With a few more wild plunges, I shower her inside, groaning into her neck, doing my best to stay as quiet as she was herself.

Together we go still. I sweep her hair aside and give the back of her neck one last little bite, then stroke down her ribs and waist. She follows me with her hips, emitting a note of disappointment, as I withdraw.

I turn her around and cradle her face in both hands, pressing my lips to hers for a long moment, both of us content just to be touching.

When we part, she reaches to push hair off my forehead. “Did you mean it, Legs?”

I’m not sure to which part she’s referring, but I answer honestly, “I never say things I don’t mean.”

“You’ll be my secret? I missed out on all that stuff like sneaking around with boys, making out in cars. I didn’t go to high school—I just had a tutor. My first boyfriend was a glorified business arrangement, in my twenties. There have been no scandalous secrets in my life.”

She trails off and looks at the carpet, then goes to flop face down on the bed.

I join her and sprawl out too, smoothing a hand down her back. “Talk to me, lovely.”

She props on a hand and studies my face.

“It makes me a hypocrite to ask. I’ve spent months criticizing you for being a sleazy ho-bag, and now that you fucked some stellar O’s out of me, I’m like, ‘But could you be my sleazy ho-bag?’ I’m actually starting to, uh, like you as a person.” She rolls her eyes, and I’m not sure which of us she’s mocking. “It seems shitty of me to exploit your nature for kicks.”

“That’s all it could be—‘kicks’? Fun and games?”

She looks away. I suspect we’re both remembering that moment on the boat in Spain, when I told her it wasn’t a game.

“Maybe we could just go for it and keep it discreet,” she suggests quietly, eyes focused on tracing a curve on the bedspread with her fingertip. “But if that makes you feelobjectifiedor whatever, I can handle a no thanks.”

I roll onto my back and put my hands behind my neck. “Are you hoping both that I will say yes and I will say no?”

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