“We can stop,” Massimo said, giving me an out that I damn sure didn’t need.
“No, we can’t,” I said, my hand reaching for his cock again, stroking him a few times until his jaw was ticking it was so tight and his chest was heaving with his ragged breath.
“Thank fuck,” he hissed, reaching into his pocket for his wallet, and fishing out a condom, then quickly protecting us.
My arms went up, wrapping around his neck even as my leg hooked around his hip.
Massimo’s lips sealed to mine as his cock slammed inside me, his mouth swallowing my moan at the invasion, feeling him stretch me, make me his.
“Fuck,” Massimo growled, pulling back to look down at me when he was buried deep.
The impact of his gaze on me had my walls tightening hard around him, making him let out a low groan that only managed to make the desire within me grow.
My hips rocked impatiently against his, silently begging for what we both needed so badly.
Massimo lost anything resembling self-control then, reaching down to hike my leg up higher on his hip as he started to fuck me up against the wall.
Hard.
Fast.
Unrelenting.
“Fuck, you feel good,” he growled, lips by my ear, making a delicious shiver move through my stomach.
My arms wrapped around the back of his neck, holding on as he drove me up.
“Are you going to come for me?” he hissed as my walls got tighter and tighter around him.
“Y…yes,” I whimpered, barely able to pull in a breath as I got pushed to that edge.
“Let me feel you squeeze my cock,” he growled, fucking me harder and faster. “There. Just like that,” he hissed as the orgasm slammed through my system, leaving me crying out his name as he fucked me through it before slamming deep and finding his own release.
“Fuck,” Massimo hissed as his forehead pressed to mine after, both of us trying to pull ourselves back together.
“See? We didn’t need a bed,” I said, feeling oddly awkward.
What can I say?
It had been a long time.
I felt like I forgot how to navigate the whole after sex thing.
“Oh, baby, we need a bed,” he objected, moving backward enough to look down at me. “And about forty-eight hours in it to explore.”
“Forty-eight hours. I’m pretty sure we’d both be dangerously dehydrated,” I said, smirking at him.
“That’s a risk I’m willing to take,” he said, pressing his lips to mine quickly before turning away and walking toward the dumpster to, I imagined, deal with the condom and get himself together.
I took the chance to yank my panties and pants back into place, then tuck my boobs back into my bra.
By the time I was done, Massimo was turning around and walking back toward me.
“Sunday night.”
“Sunday night?” I repeated, feeling like I missed something.
“Sunday night,” he said again.