“Oh, fuck, Cap,” he moaned. “You look incredible with my cock in your mouth. Do you know what you do to me?”
I sucked him faster. I loved his taste and the way he growled with pleasure as I stroked him faster, licking him, letting my spit roll down his shaft. When he couldn’t take it anymore, he pulled me back, got to his feet, and dragged me the bed.
“What are you going to do with me now?” I whispered, chewing my lip.
He smirked, turned me around, and shoved me forward. I gasped as I got on all fours. He spanked my ass hard and gripped my hips, rubbing his thick cock along my wet slit.
“I want you to beg now,” he said, grabbing my hair hard.
I gasped in surprise. “Mal,” I moaned.
“Plead for it, dirty girl.” He spanked my ass harder. I wiggled my hips, wanting him inside of me so badly it hurt. My core pulsed with intensity.
“Please, Mal, please. Fuck me. Please fuck me. Fill me to the brim. Make me scream. I need to feel you.”
He growled and slipped himself inside. I gasped, head thrown back, as his grip on my hair tensed. He filled me in one, long, slick thrust, pressing up against my depths, and an animalistic moan escaped my lips, burned my throat, and made my limbs shiver.
“Fucking hell, Cap, you’re like heaven.” He stroked in and out slowly. “I love your tight ass. Your gorgeous tits. And the way you say my name.”
“Mal,” I moaned.
We fell into a rhythm. He fucked me rough, slapped my ass, and I pushed back against him. I rode his cock and gasped, again and again, as he reached around to rub my clit, sending me into spasms of pleasure. I fell forward and he fucked me, raw and deep, and we came together in a massive explosion of pleasure, our bodies wrapped up and sweaty, and we ended tangled in the sheets. His muscular, strong arms held me tight, and I curled against him, panting, and kissed his throat.
“Every time you’re not here, I miss this,” I said.
“I miss it too. I didn’t know I could feel this way. I always thought I was too broken.”
“But you’re not.” I kissed his lips. “You’re here with me now.”
He nodded. “I shouldn’t get too comfortable.”
“No, you shouldn’t.”
But neither of us moved.
So far, we hadn’t slept in the same bed. It was always the same. He came to my room, gave me the most incredible pleasure of my life, and snuck back after holding me and telling me how much he cared. It was magic—but I craved his arms around my hips as soon as he disappeared again.
We were so afraid of getting caught. It was foolish and absurd, but I wasn’t ready to be open, not yet. He didn’t seem to care, but I couldn’t bring myself to cross that line. It was like as soon as we told Carmine what we’d been doing, then everything would change for good, and the old days would be entirely gone forever.
I snuggled up closer. I felt his breath warm against my neck. I blinked a few times and felt myself drifting. Normally, I would’ve fought it, but I was exhausted from him fucking me, and too comfy to care.
I drifted off. And the next thing I knew, it was morning.
Sunlight streamed in through the window.
And Mal was still there.
I stared at him. He looked beautiful in my bed. His arms still around me.
My heart hammered and I shook him. “Mal. Mal!”
He sucked in a breath and blinked rapidly. He frowned at me then frowned at the window. “Ah, shit,” he said.
“You gotta go before he figures it out.”
He grunted but didn’t move. “Maybe this is for the best.”
“Mal! Go!”
He sighed and climbed out of bed. The man was a specimen, and I watched him dress with a wild hunger.
“We can’t do this forever, you know. I’m starting to feel used.”
“Oh, stop it.”
He grinned. “Maybe I like it when you use me.”
“Don’t get me all riled up.”
“I like you riled up.” He walked over and kissed me. Crushed his mouth to mine.
I pushed him off. I couldn’t fall into this. Not right now. Even though he was half hard and looked incredible, and the idea of morning sex was more than a little appealing at the moment.
“Get moving.”
He sighed and walked out.
I waited until I heard him go downstairs. I waited a little bit longer before I got up and showered. I took my time, get dressed, and headed into the kitchen.
Carmine was there drinking coffee at the able. He barely looked up. “Morning,” he grunted.
Mal stood at the stove making eggs. “Hungry?” he asked.
I nodded and smiled. I wanted to kiss him but I settled for a lingering stare instead. “Starving.”
“Good. Sit down.”