Page 76 of Pick Six
He steps forward and his cock brushes against my core. I sigh at the contact, closing my eyes for a moment to appreciate how good he feels against me. How lucky I am to have him right now. His hand coasts up the side of my hip, dipping down and grabbing my ass, digging his fingers in while he tests me, teasing me with the tip in the process.
“I need you, so fucking bad right now,” he murmurs, his eyes following the path his fingers take.
“I needyou,” I answer him, and he glances up for a moment like he’s surprised that I said it. A tentative smile forming on his lips.
“Good, 'cause you’re gonna take me fast and hard.”
A second later he’s sliding inside me, slowly at first, letting me adjust to the size of him before sliding out and back in again. He’s careful but his fingers dig into me, and he adjusts his stance, taking my hips and pulling me into place.
“Fuck me. You’re so fucking wet. Feels fucking perfect. You good?” He checks me in the mirror, his eyes meeting mine.
I nod, and another soft moan escapes me as he slides a touch deeper.
“Good girl. Now you’re gonna take my cock like you should have, and I want to hear you.”
He doesn’t waste time after that, thrusting into me fast and deep. His breathing turns rough and hard, and I have to use my hands against the mirror to brace myself, leaving handprints in the wake of it. Each thrust forward has me grinding against the edge of the cold counter, and I have to focus on my breathing to not come too quickly. I give him what he asks for though, every moan and whimper that I’d normally try to hold back.
I watch him in the mirror, sweaty and ragged as he fucks me hard, chasing his own release along with mine. He’s a fantasy come to life like this, fucking me like he’s desperate, and I’m the only one who can give him what he wants.
He catches me watching him and he grins.
“I knew you’d like watching me fuck you like this,” he says between heavy breaths. He changes his angle then, just a fraction of an inch and it lines us up perfectly. I can feel my orgasm building almost immediately, his cock so deep inside that I don’t know if I’ll ever forget how he feels.
“You feel so fucking good. So fucking deep,” I admit and it spurs him on, faster and harder, taking me so close that I can feel the edge of it. So close I can taste it.
Then I hear the door downstairs slam and my heart slams against my chest with it. My eyes go wide, and I meet Alex’s in the mirror. But he doesn’t look worried or scared. Maybe he doesn’t understand or didn’t hear it.
“Fuck!” I whisper loudly. “That could only be Drew. He was coming by to get stuff. I forgot what time.”
“Yeah,” he gives me a self-satisfied grin and continues to fuck me, not missing a beat.
“If he—” I gasp when he digs his fingers in and thrusts a little deeper than before.
“If he what? Sees me fucking you? I hope he does. He can take fucking notes on all the ways I fuck you better.”
“Alex…” The parts of his ego that I find so arrogant other times are insanely hot in this moment.
“If you’re worried about it, then you better come for me. Because that’s the only way you’re getting out of this room.” He gives me a look that levels me and my body responds in kind, everything pooling low and warm, the edging sensation of pleasure returning.
I lay against the counter, my head down against my arms and try to focus. Trying hard not to think that my ex-husband could be trudging up the steps any second to find his best friend buried deep inside me, fucking me to the edge of what’s threatening to be one of the best orgasms of my life.
“Saint.” His voice is a low warning, and I lift my eyes to his in the mirror.
“I want your eyes on me.”
“Okay,” I whimper the word because just as I go to speak, he changes his position again and it gives me just the little bit extra I need. “Fuck, Alex. That’s so good.”
“Yeah? You gonna come for me now?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Come for me. Come hard on my cock. Let him hear you”
Him hearing me is terrifying, but I can’t stop the moan that comes out of me. I cover my mouth with my hand as quickly as I realize it and my eyes snap up to the door and then to his.
But his eyes are shuttered, and I can feel him inside me, fucking me through his own release. He bends over me as he slows down, kissing down the line of my spine before he threads his fingers through my hair and uses gentle force to pull me back against him.
“You’re the most beautiful fucking thing I’ve seen in my life. You know that? And the way you sound when you come on my cock like that? Fuck. You’re gonna steal my fucking soul, Saint.” He kisses the side of my jaw and runs his hand down the center of my body, studying me in the mirror.
