Page 80 of The Pass Protection
“It feels so good,” I pant.
The hand that is not gripping my hip trails up my spine before he wraps my long strands around his fist. With a slight tug, he begins rocking faster.
“You take me so well, Bret,” he grunts. “I’m not going to last long. Not without a condom. Touch yourself, Rebel.”
Removing my hand from the ledge, I trust Crew to hold me up by his grip on my hair and hip. Spreading my palm across my boob, I palm and squeeze the flesh, using my thumb and palm to pinch my nipple. A strand of pleasure shoots straight to my clit.
I bring my hand between my legs. Slowly, I rub the pads of my fingers and work my sensitive bundle of nerves, begging for a release.
“That’s it, Rebel. Make yourself come.” His hand tightens around my hip to the point where I think bruises will form as a delicious pain fuels my impending orgasm. Crew’s thrusts take on an erratic pace as he pistons his cock deep inside me. Each time he thrusts deeper inside me, he hits that sweet spot deep inside me, taking both of us closer and closer to the edge.
Leaning forward, I press up on my tiptoes as I grind back against him. My fingers rub harder as Crew pulls my hair and pinches my nipple. The pleasure building in my core is unbearable. With each thrust, the orgasm coils in my belly before igniting my entire being.
Shock waves pulse throughout as I quake with release. In the next moment, Crew’s hips rock faster before he pulls out of me. I watch over my shoulder as he jacks himself off as warm ropes of cum land on my back.
Our chests heave as we stare at each other, trying to catch our breath.
“You’re perfect.” Crew cups water in his hands and rinses his release down the drain.
Knuckles rapping against the door have both of us wide-eyed, and panic shows on our faces. Tyler’s voice calls through the door. “Yo, Riggs, we’re going to The Eagles Nest for wings. JP is working tonight. Are you in?”
“Ye-yeah, man,” he stutters his response. I’m surprised the sound of heartbeats can’t be heard.
“Have you seen Bret? I saw her Jeep in the parking lot.”
Shit, shit, shit.
An awkward silence falls over the room as we stare at each other, both of us trying to figure out how to avoid this mess. Looking up at Crew, I place my first two fingers down and move them back and forth.
“Fingering?” I smack his chest.
Bending one finger at the knuckle, I move it in front of the other and then repeat with the second finger.
“Walking?” I nod.
“Riggs? You hear me?” The knob jiggles and my heart drops to my stomach. He cannot come in here. Did we lock the door?
“I think she went for a walk!” Crew yells the words in a panicked rush.
“Cool, I’m going to go change my clothes. Can you fill her in if she gets back before I’m done?”
“Yeah, man.”
We wait with bated breath to make sure the coast is clear. The shower water has long since cooled off. Crew twists the handle to theoff position before sliding open the curtain. He reaches for our towels, and I wrap the fluffy cotton around my body.
We both step out onto the rug and Crew creeps over to the door. I reach down, gather all my dirty laundry, and toss it in the closet laundry basket. Twisting the knob, Crew peeks his head out.
“Coast is clear.”
I rush past him, kissing his cheek quickly, and run into my room. Quietly closing the door, I rest my back against the wood and take a deep breath. That was way too close.
But damn was it worth it.
As I’m walking into the apartment late Wednesday afternoon, I’m met with total silence. The guys are all on campus for classes before their weekly required study session. I’m home early since my last class of the day was canceled due to the professor being sick.
Tossing my keys onto the entryway table, I walk into the kitchen. Needing an energy kick, I reach inside the fridge for a Coke. My phone vibrating in my pocket startles me. Sliding it out, I find a text from Chloe waiting for me.
Chloe: Hey, girl! I hope you had a great day! Would you want to hang out tonight?
