Page 99 of Pick Six
“I miss you too.”
“Having to sit there and watch him touch you, act like you’re his again… It’s fucking torture.”
“I know,” I whisper as his fingers thread through my hair. “But we shouldn’t be doing this. If he catches us…”
“I don’t give a fuck. I want you.” His hand slides up my thigh under my skirt, his fingers wrapping around the elastic. “Let me.”
“Alex…” I protest but I’m weak. The idea of having him again, especially here like this already has me on edge. “I want you so much. But… We shouldn’t. It’s not smart.”
“Fuck it. I need you. I hope he does catch us,” he mutters against my skin before he pulls my panties off, setting them on the dresser then his hand wraps around the side of my jaw again. “I hope he sees the way you look at me when I’m inside you.”
My fingers go to his jeans, undoing the button and zipper and he smirks as I reach up to kiss him again. I take him out, and he’s already hard for me. I slide my hand over him and he jerks forward, a small grunt coming out with the motion.
“I knew you’d see it my way.” He grins as he pulls a condom from his pocket.
I raise an eyebrow, but he just grins harder.
“We have to be fast. Really fast.” I give him a meaningful look. “I don’t want a scene at Ben’s house on his birthday.”
He pulls his phone out and sits it on the dresser, “If Tobias texts, we’ll stop, and I’ll go down the back hall. You can just pretend like you were doing something in here.”
“I was doing something in here before I was interrupted,” I grumble, pretending to sound more irritated than I am. But his fingers slide between my legs and all my attention is dragged back to everywhere he touches me.
“Fuck. You’re already so wet. Which do you like more—the idea of getting caught up here or me fucking you with him downstairs, Saint?” He gives me a mischievous little grin.
“I just like the idea of you.”
His eyes go soft when I say it and he kisses me as his arms wrap around me. He starts to pick me up and press me against the wall.
“We’ll be too loud like this.”
“The bed?” He nods to it and raises an eyebrow in question.
“No. That’ll mess up my hair and wrinkle my clothes. Just bend me over the chair here and fuck me from behind.”
“Christ, Saint. You say shit like that, and I might need you to stay with him a little longer so we can keep fucking like this.”
I grin at him as we step over to the chair and he slides his hands up my skirt, teasing my clit with his fingertips as he presses kisses down my throat and back up again before his lips are at my ear.
“Now bend over like a good girl and take my cock.”
He pulls my skirt up and slides into me a second later, groaning when he’s all the way in.
“Fuck, Saint. I miss this too fucking much.”
He starts to move and I brace my hands against the chair as he grips my hip with one hand.
“I wish he could see you like this though. So fucking perfect for me.”
“Faster,” I remind him because worrying about Drew has my stomach flipping at the same time I feel every nerve ending in my body flickering to life.
He does as I ask, picking up his pace, taking me hard and fast. That combined with the looming threat has me coming quicker than I ever have. I bite back a moan, gripping the chair and burying my face in the upholstery to stop any sound from escaping.
“You take me so well like this,” he praises, rubbing a hand over my ass as I inhale deeply.
He fucks me through his release, finishing inside me, and then he pulls me up, turning me around and pinning me between him and the chair as his eyes search my face. We’re both still breathing heavily, and his chest moves with the effort.
“I can’t take much more of being away from you. I miss you too much,” I confess.
