Page 61 of Cross Check Daddies
I pull back just enough to catch her eyes.
“Unlock your balcony!” I say, voice already rough.
She blinks. “You wanna go outside?”
“Yeah. I don’t want your son waking up and seeing us.”
She smiles, lips swollen, flushed from kissing. “I’ve never actually been out there.”
I lift her off my lap and take her hand. She leads me through the sliding glass door, barefoot on the tile. The air outside is cooler than I expected, but not enough to chase us back in. Her breath fogs slightly in the air, her arms wrapping around herself as she steps closer to the railing.
I come up behind her, wrap my arms around her waist, and press a kiss behind her ear. She leans into me, body pliant and warm, head tilting to give me access. I slide one hand beneath her shirt, fingers grazing the bare skin above her navel. She shudders when I cup her breast, thumb brushing her nipple in a lazy circle.
She spins in my arms, eyes locked on mine as she pushes her shorts down her thighs, then mine. We’re bare, lit by city lights and half-hidden by shadows, the whole damn city right below us.
I pull a condom from my wallet and roll it on, but I already know this is going to burn through every ounce of self-control I’ve got left.
Her hand wraps around my cock as I slide my fingers between her thighs. She’s wet, aching for it, moaning into my mouth as I press inside her with two fingers, curling just right, just enough.
Her grip tightens around me, stroking slowly, making my breath catch. We’re both shaking when I press her back against the balcony wall, lift her leg, and slide into her in one long, tight thrust.
She gasps, hands clawing at my shoulders, nails digging in like she needs something to hold onto before she unravels completely.
It’s hard and messy and desperate. I grip her hip with one hand and cradle the back of her neck with the other as I fuck her, her moans swallowed by my mouth, the slap of skin muffled against the rush of wind. Her name breaks from me, raw and low.
She clings to me like I’m the only thing keeping her tethered. It’s fast because we’re past the slow part. We’ve done the talking. The waiting. This is what’s left. Sweat. Teeth. The kind of kiss that bruises.
She tightens around me and cries out, legs locking around my waist as she comes. I’m right behind her, thrusting deeper, hips jerking as I finish, groaning into the curve of her neck. She’s still gasping when I pull out and reach to slip the condom off.
It’s split.
“Fuck.”
She freezes. I hold it up. Her eyes go wide. “Seriously?”
“Yeah,” I mutter. “I’m sorry. I didn’t even feel it?—”
“It’s okay,” she says, dazed. “We’ll deal with it.”
I lift her into my arms and carry her inside. She doesn’t protest, just curls into me like it’s second nature, like she’s done this a hundred times before. Her voice is soft when she speaks.
“Bedroom’s down the hall. Second door on the left.”
I find it easily. The lights are off, but moonlight spills through the blinds, cutting soft lines across the bed. I help her clean up in the bathroom first, my hands gentle even when neither of usspeaks. She brushes her teeth, eyes still heavy, hair tangled. I tuck her in, pulling the blanket up, smoothing her hair back.
She watches me like she’s waiting for something. Maybe for me to leave.
I sit beside her and kiss her forehead, then her lips. “Think about what you said earlier,” I murmur. “If you want me to talk to Cam, say the word.”
“No,” she says quickly, hand on my chest. “I’ll handle it.”
I kiss her again, deeper this time, not because I’m trying to push her but because I don’t want to leave her like this. Wanting. Wrecked. Unsure.
“I should go,” I say against her lips.
“Not yet,” she whispers, voice strained.
I slip under the covers and pull her into me. Her back presses to my chest, and I slide my arm around her waist. We breathe together, her fingers brushing mine until her body stills and her breath evens out.
