Page 59 of Blindsided
I pin her with an unamused look. “I’ve been wanting to have sex with my best mate for the better part of a year, and I guess I needed someone to talk to about it, all right?”
Freya blinks up at me in shock. “You talked to her about me?”
“Of course I did,” I growl, feeling annoyed that all this had to come up. “Who else would I talk to about it? Roan? He’s so wrapped up in his own love life he can’t tell where his unit ends and hers begins.”
Freya looks down, clearly bewildered by what I’ve just said, but after a split second, she looks up at me again. “Well, good. So we’re exclusive for this arrangement then. Fine. Now that that’s all sorted,” she states, her chest rising and falling with deep, laboured breaths, “can we have sex now?”
“Finally, we agree on something,” I growl, and she launches into my arms just as I take a step towards her.
I lift her up, and her legs wrap around my waist as I squeeze her lush arse in my hands. My thick cock angles upwards like it has muscle memory and knows exactly where it wants to burrow in all night long.
My cock is fine, by the way.
Aye, she poked me properly, to be sure.
But considering I got a chubber while she was yelling at me in the shop, I figured there was no long-lasting damage. I’ve just been milking it for attention until now.
I bring her over to the bed and shed my boxers and her knickers in one swift tug. I move to get on top of her, but she quickly grabs me around the waist and rolls us so she’s on top.
“I want to try this way,” she says, biting her lip nervously.
“Aye, let’s do it,” I reply with a smile.
She positions herself over top of me, and I grab her thighs to stop her. “Condom.”
She shakes her head. “I want to feel you.”
I hit her with a look. “What are you talking about?”
She nods. “I started the pill a few days ago.”
“You did?” I exclaim, sitting up on my elbows and staring back at her in shock.
She nods. “But it’s not one hundred percent effective yet, so just pull out before you come, okay?”
“Aye, sure. No problem,” I state, placing my tip right on her slit. “Christ, I’ve wanted to feel you like this all bloody week.”
“Me too,” Freya cries, nodding and looking down as she slowly, deliberately, damn near painfully lowers herself onto my shaft.
“Good fucking God, you feel incredible,” I growl, clutching her thighs and biting my lip because I need to get control of myself if I want to make this good for her.
“So do you, you fucking liar,” she groans and swivels her hips on top of me. “Your dick was fine, and you made a huge scene just to torment me.”
I can’t even attempt to fight back my grin. I’ve never smiled in bed with a woman. I quite like it if I’m being honest. “My cock may have been fine, but the emotional trauma—”
“Shut up,” Freya says, giggling so hard I can’t help but shake beneath her with my own laughter in return.
My pleased smile falls as she begins to really ride me. She’s good at this. She’s flexible and taking me in deeper than when I’m on top. Her eyes close, and her head falls back as she grinds down on me with her sweet, perfect pussy.
A pussy that is all mine.
Never been touched by another.
Fuck me, I’m a pig.
I sit up and wrap my arms around her waist, clutching her to me as I bury my face in her red lace-covered breasts. I bite through the fabric and clamp on her nipple aggressively, taking what’s mine. She lets out a yelp of a cry that’s sexy, but not as sexy as her bare tits. I quickly grab the bottom of this ridiculous nurse’s outfit that she actually thought she could wear in public and rip it off of her. It tears in the movement, and a satisfied smile spreads across my face.
“No more naughty nurse, I guess,” I murmur against her skin, sucking hard wee spots all over her breasts as they bounce with every thrust she makes. “You’re just Freya, and you’re mine. All fucking mine.”
