“Please what?”
“Please let me come.” The words faded into a moan as Josh increased his speed.
“You can do better than that.” Sweat gleamed on his skin, and taut muscles corded his neck. Holding back tortured him as much as it did me, but I couldn’t take much satisfaction from that when I was on the knife’s edge of insanity.
An electric spike of sensation speared through me when he hit that spot.
“Josh, please,” I sobbed, not caring anymore. “I can’t—I need—please…”
Me saying his name must’ve snapped something inside him, because he finally stopped teasing and started fucking me with full force again.
“You feel so fucking good,” he growled. “You love my cock wrecking that tight little pussy, don’t you?”
“Yes.” I gasped. “Yes, God, please. I’m going to…I’m…Oh God, oh fuck!”
I screamed as white-hot pleasure blazed through me. Every thought and memory incinerated, leaving only mind-numbing pleasure in their wake.
Josh kept fucking me, and another orgasm chased the first one, followed by another. They rolled on and on, wringing me out until I was little more than a boneless heap on the floor.
After my third or fourth orgasm, Josh finally came, and we lay there, our breaths heavy in the sudden quiet, before he pushed himself off me and tossed his condom in the nearby trashcan. I hadn’t even noticed him put one on.
The lust-fueled fog cleared from my brain. I always made sure the guy used protection, even though I was on birth control. Thank God Josh had, but the fact I hadn’t even thought to ask…
Fuck.
I watched him dress in silence, the import of what we did hitting me.
I’d had sex with Josh Chen. My best friend’s brother and one of the people I despised most.
And not just any sex. Angry, toe-curling, brain-melting sex. Sex where I’d begged for more and came so hard I still felt the aftereffects.
Oh my God. My stomach lurched. What have I done?