Page 13 of Personal Foul
“It’s so fucking good. You are so fucking good…” she mumbles, and her fingers wander up and down my neck as she talks, sliding into my hair, and twisting the ends. “Harder though. Like you hate me.”
I pick up my pace, thrusting into her harder and faster. Digging my fingers into her and using the wall as leverage to take her deeper until soft whimpers start coming out of her that threaten to take me over the edge way too fucking early. Fuck this girl is dangerous.
I turn us, setting her down on the edge of her dresser as a few things crash to the floor, so I can free a hand to run my thumb over her clit, circling it and dragging out a few moans from her in the process.
“Louder, Princess. I want to know if you want more.”
She does as I ask, increasing her volume just as I hear footsteps in the hall. I put my hand over her mouth, silently motioning at the noise, and stilling as we both listen. The floorboards creak as someone walks into the room next door. The little library that Mac keeps up here.
She shakes her head and rocks her hips, moving to the edge of the dresser. I frown at her, as the movement almost makes me groan out loud. She grabs my hand, pulling it from her mouth.
“Don’t stop,” she whispers.
“They’ll hear.” I know she’d care if they found us like this. She’d hate it.
“Don’t stop. I need it.”
I thrust into her again and the dresser rocks with the movement, rattling things she has on top of it and making another one fall to the floor. I give her a wide-eyed look and she laughs. And while I don’t particularly care about being found fucking her—I might even like it a little—I do care about who it is that finds us. Because there’s a big difference between it being Liv or Liam, considering he’s told me to think with my fucking head and not my dick when it comes to her, I can just imagine how it’ll end.
Someone coughs and walks back close to the hall again, the creaks in the boards giving away their location. And suddenly I feel a tug, and Wren is taking us both to the rug on her floor, pulling me down on top of her and smiling up at me.
“If they open the door, they still can’t see us down here. Right away at least. Now fuck me.” She grins.
“Are you sure this isn’t just a ploy to fuck me on every surface in here?” I tease her, staring at the way her eyes light, the flush on her cheeks, and the way her plush little mouth quirks up at the corners when she looks at me.
She gives me a little shrug and half a smile.
“It’s my fantasy we’re playing out, right?” she teases me back, and the sudden change in warmth in her tone fucking hits me hard. Like she’s reached into my chest and lit something on fire.
I slide inside her again, not wasting any time, fucking her hard. Her leg wraps around mine, and she runs her fingers down my side. She looks gorgeous underneath me and for a second I almost feel like I’m dreaming again because it doesn’t feel real. Doesn’t feel possible that she could be soft and sweet, whimpering under me like she needs me.
“Fuck, you’re so good, East. So fucking good,” she praises, and I wish that I could freeze this moment and replay it. Make sure I fucking heard her right. But instead, I lean down and kiss her, taking her mouth with mine and trying to seal the feeling of this moment into my memory. One I can pull out the next time my ego is this sore.
Her fingers drift to my back and on the next deep thrust, she digs her fingernails in and rakes them up.
“Oh fuck, Princess. Do that again,” I groan.
And she listens, digging deeper this time, and I see a little ghost of a smirk cross her lips as she does it. Then she nips my shoulder hard, letting a little bruise bloom in its place. Her smile widens. Like she likes the idea of having marked me for her own and fuck, she just keeps hitting every little fucking kink I have without even trying tonight. I take her faster then, needing more of her.
“I’m so close. Just a little harder. You feel amazing,” she mumbles in-between moans, rocking her hips up to meet me with each thrust, and I slide my hand up her side again, teasing her nipple under my thumb. Her hand runs down my forearm and grips me gently, pulling my hand up to her throat.
“Like before,” she whispers, her eyes soft, looking up at me with something more than lust in them, and it fucking twists me inside again.
I tighten the grip on her throat just a little, just enough that she can feel it. Staring down at the image it makes, sends a searing sensation rolling through me. Because I know she’s trusting me. Letting me take control and knowing I’ll give her what she needs. I stroke the side of her throat with my thumb, and she closes her eyes, biting down on her lip as she starts to come for me.
“That’s it, Princess, come for me. You’re so fucking sexy. So fucking good I can barely stand it…” I mutter as my own release starts to hit. It comes in hard waves, racking my body and making me feel spent and fucking exhausted as I finally pull out of her.
I toss the condom and collapse next to her on the ground. Both of us are quiet and breathing hard. I’m a sweaty fucking mess. I can’t remember the last time I ended up on the fucking floor having sex. As I glance around the room it looks like a fucking tornado hit it. Between the scattered clothes and towels trailing out of the bathroom, the shit we knocked onto the floor, the torn fucking sheets. We’ve managed to practically destroy her room in a matter of minutes.
“What’s funny?” she asks, curiosity in her tone.
“This.” I wave my finger around in a circle and she glances around.
“Oh god.”
“And you thought if they opened the door they wouldn’t know.” Another wave of laughter hits me.
“And I’m too tired to care now.” She sighs and pulls herself up to her knees.
