Page 21 of Hoax and Kisses
I jerk my chin at the condom. “Slide it on me.”
With a nod, she ducks her head again and gets to work.
When she’s done, I dip in for a quick kiss. “Keep your arms tight around my neck, okay?”
“Why?” she asks, even as she does what I told her to.
“Because I want both of us to experience as much pleasure as possible.”
Bending, I lift her again. With her back pressed to the wall, I slide my forearms under her knees, tilting her to me.
“Perfect,” I whisper, gazing down at her pussy on full display.
I rub myself against her, coating the condom in her wetness, and she squirms, guiding me to exactly where she wants me.
I give her what she asks for. I notch my length at her entrance, then push inside her, inch by inch, letting her adjust to me, giving myself time to breathe as I sink into her tight heat.
“God, you feel so good,” I say as I pick up the pace.
“Yes, just like that.” She lets go of my neck and clutches my biceps instead, her nails digging into my skin.
The sudden sting sends a bolt of need straight to my balls. Jaw clenched tight, I zero in on where my cock moves in and out of her, relishing the way it disappears with each drive of my hips. Tension starts to coil at the base of my spine, but I inhale sharply and will it to stay put. Not yet. I can’t come already.
I thrust deeper, using my grasp on her ass to slide her over me, tilting myself until her breathing hitches, telling me I’ve hit the right spot.
“Are you close?” she pants hard against my neck.
“Yeah,” I gasp, my vision going hazy. “You?”
“Almost.”
Heat curls low and tight, threatening to snap. I grit my teeth, teetering on the edge. Not yet. Not until she falls apart first. So I bring my thumb to her clit and draw small circles until it swells and her legs shake.
“That’s it, Zoey. You’re taking me so well. So pretty like that.”
Her breath hitches again, and her pussy grips me harder, spasming rhythmically, leaving me no choice but to tumble over the edge with her. My release takes me by storm, fast and powerful, roaring through every nerve in my body until it spills into the condom.
“Shit, that was good.” My forehead falls gently to hers, my chest lifting hard. “You okay?”
Her mouth stretches upward. “Yeah, I’m great.” She flicks back a few strands of hair that cling to my face. “Amazing, actually.”
With a grin, I flex my fingers into her flesh. “Don’t move.”
I crouch, and when her feet touch the ground and I’m sure she’s steady, I release her, then slide the condom off. “Here.” I snag the towel from the floor and hold it out to her.
“Thanks.” She takes it and quickly wraps it around her body. “So, um… do you… do you want a drink or something?”
I check the time. “I hate to be that guy, but I actually need to get going. I’m sorry.”
“No, no. It’s okay. Don’t worry,” she says, dismissing it with a slight wave, her expression unbothered. “I was being polite. I don’t even like you, remember?”
Her lips quirk up an inch and so do mine. “Feeling’s mutual, in case you forgot.”
Truth is, I would have loved to spend the rest of the evening here. Sip a few drinks and maybe go for round two. Get a peek of what’s beneath that bougie exterior. But we agreed to just once, and I’m more than fine with that. Sure, she was a great fuck, but that doesn’t mean I should hang out and get to know her, especially when she’s passing through. I’m not going to have a minute to myself for the next month anyway. It’s better this way.
I slip my shirt back on and button my jeans. “For what it’s worth, your ex is a clueless dipshit. Respectfully.”
Zoey laughs, light and soft. “You don’t have to be respectful. God knows he wasn’t.”
