Page 23 of Grand Slam

Fuck me, she stands in the middle of my living room, stark naked and I’m weak in the knees, barely holding on.

I step closer, she does the same.

Then Emerson is on her knees, pushing my hands out of the way as she takes over. A desperation coursing through us both like we are starved. With every single slide of her tongue and lips over me, I feel myself losing my grip.

“Damn,” I growl, combing my fingers through her hair as they tangle in the curls. She bobs and I keep my hands there following the motions. But the second she looks up at me through her long lashes, my cock still in her mouth I’m sunk.

Bending down, I hook her under her arms, pulling her up and spinning her around.

“Kelton,” she pants my name.

Stepping in behind her, I grip my cock and search for her. Finding she is as turned on as me I thrust forward and fill her.

“Yes.” Her word echoes over the apartment and I pick up speed. So deep, her wetness coats my thighs, and I fuck her hard. With her hands pressed to the glass I am thankful there is a reflective privacy coating on the windows. I can’t imagine those images being printed in tabloids.

The sounds of our bodies slapping together, our moans intermixing, drives us on. Then she stiffens.

“What?” I ask as I turn and hate that she does the same. Feeling the loss of her warmth surrounding me, I reach out and squeeze her hip.

“We forgot a condom.” We were both so lost that we’d missed that step.

“I’m clean, I promise.”

“It’s not that.” She worries her lip. “I didn’t get my shot last month. I’m not active.” She shrugs. God fucking love her she acts like that is a bad thing.

“Babe, I love that fact.” She smiles and I laugh.

“We have to be careful,” she says, ignoring my happiness of my newfound knowledge.

“Okay,” I say, taking her hand in mine and leading her to the bedroom.

“Where are we going?” she asks.

“Condom.” I spin her around and nudge her back to the bed. I quickly grab one, and in record time I have it on and I’m nudging her legs apart. “Now where were we?” I don’t wait for her response as I thrust forward filling her once again.

“Fuck,” I growl, and her back arches, thrusting her tits up into my face. Sucking her nipple she whispers my name and we take full advantage of having this little time alone.

There was no reason to be quiet, for either of us. I felt like a pent-up adolescent teen that couldn’t get enough. Maybe it was the nagging voice in the back of my mind reminding me that we were on borrowed time.

Or maybe it was because no one has ever made me feel the way Emerson has; a deeper connection than just two people chasing a release.

Emerson has always had a special place in my heart. Years ago when she was growing up around us, when she gave me something she’d never given another man and now, when she was here reminding me of what home truly feels like.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

Emerson

Keltonand I are on the couch, snuggled up underneath a blanket with a movie playing when the doorman clears Jerry and Alizabeth to come up. I try to slip away but Kelton grips my hip beneath the blanket and holds me to his side.

“We aren’t hiding it from her,” he states, looking back at the television. “Or anyone for that matter.”

I smile and settle in just as the door opens and the sounds of their laughter filter in.

“I think it’s cute,” Liz says with a laugh. “She was so into you.”

“She was sixty,” he deadpans, looking at her like she is crazy which only makes her laugh harder.

“It means she’s got more experience,” Liz adds and Jerry stares at here with a blank expression. “All I’m saying is she very well could be the woman that rocks your world.”

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