Page 92 of Silver Linings
He slowly rocks into me an inch, giving me what I want but not nearly enough at the same time. I try to press back, but he holds me in place, controlling the rhythm. I bury my head into my arm as he feeds me another inch. It’s the most delicious torment, one I don’t know how he’s surviving.
“Hendrix…” I try my best to sound stern.
“Hmmm?” Another inch.
“I swear, if you don’t fu–” He slams all the way to the hilt, and the sensation is so acute, my eyes cross.
“Always so impatient.” He doesn’t give me a second to recover as he pulls back and rams into me from behind, making us both groan in pleasure. The feeling of him stretching me wide, dragging in and out, is the most intoxicating feeling. I want to be drunk on it for the rest of my life.
“Is this what you wanted? To be ridden hard in the laundry room when anyone could walk in?” One arm is still under my knee, the other curling up between my breasts, holding me against his chest as his hand settles around my throat.
My eyes roll back in my head as his cock nudges that place inside that drives me out of my mind. “Yes,” I stammer, completely lost to the carnality of what he’s doing.
In and out, he pounds into me, grunting in my ear, taking as much pleasure as he gives. It’s the single most erotic experience of my life.
Distantly, I can hear the elevator bell chime. We both clock it but are too lost in our bliss to care.
“Touch yourself, Silver,” he commands, applying pressure to the hand around my throat, making me clench around him. “If I could have my way, I would fuck you like this for the rest of time, but we’ve only got a few minutes left on that machine, and no one but me is allowed to see you like this.”
I gasp, fireworks popping at the base of my spine and shooting out across my skin like a web. We’re both close, and Hendrix clutches my leg tightly in an effort to hold himself back to make sure I come first. I reach one of my hands down between my legs, groaning loudly as I start to circle my swollen bud, tightening around his shaft.
“Fuck. You have to be quiet, Sunshine.” He growls in my ear.
“Faster.” I twist my head around and take his lips with mine.
He pounds into me with the speed of a man possessed as I rub myself, feeling the orgasm dance up my core, making everything pulsate.
“So. Fucking. Perfect.” He enunciates each word with a punishing thrust, and it sets me off.
I come with a guttural cry, prompting Hendrix to cover my mouth with his hand as my core flutters wildly around him, spurring on his own release. He pumps into me until the last of his orgasm subsides, his strong tattooed arms bracketing my body. My legs are still shaking and then go limp all together. If it wasn’t for Hendrix holding me up, I would be boneless on the floor. He leans forward, resting his chest against my back, settling my raised leg slowly down on and holding me softly to him, chin resting on my shoulder as we catch our breath.
He pulls out of me with a wince, the aftershocks of our orgasms making the movement hyper-sensitive. He helps me pull up my pajama pants and fixes himself before he spins me and rests his head against my forehead.
“How are you real?” He hums, full mouth an inch away from mine.
I tip up to brush my lips against his, a barely-there touch of our mouths, when the buzzer for the washer goes off, startling us apart and making us laugh.
“Wanna watch baking show reruns and order pizza tonight?” I ask.
He’s about to answer when the door to the laundry room opens, and Mrs. Evans swaggers in, looking between us with accusation in her eyes. I can’t tell if we’ve been caught, or if that’s her typicalI despise youstare.
“I unclogged that filter, so you should be okay to use that dryer,” Hendrix says to me in an overexaggerated tone.
I look at him, confused, for a minute before he nudges his head in the other direction, and I catch on. “Great. Thank you.”
He squeezes my hand quickly while Joyce looks away before Hendrix slips out the door.
No sooner is he gone that I get a text from him.
Hot Handyman
Yes to tonight, but if you start lusting after Paul Hollywood again, we’re changing the show.
I smile down at my phone.
Silver
Boooooo.
