Touching her hip, I give her a gentle nudge. “Roll over.”
Without a word she does as I say, rolling over so she’s lying on her stomach, her pretty ass on display. I grab her hips and tug, pulling her into position so she’s on her hands and knees. She looks at me over her shoulder, a tiny smile curling her lips as she wags her butt at me.
I break out into a sweat just looking at her.
“We’ve never done it like this before,” she says.
“I know.” I crawl onto the bed on my knees and position myself behind her. “Spread your legs a little bit.”
She repositions herself, her legs spread, and I can see she’s wet. And I’m hard as a damn rock. There’s no foreplay tonight. I don’t have it in me.
All I want to do is fuck.
I hold on to her left hip and grab my cock with my other hand, rubbing the tip back and forth, teasing her pussy. She bucks against me, a low moan sounding in her throat, and I easily slide in, pushing until I’m balls-deep.
My name falls from her lips as she lowers herself to her elbows, grabbing hold of one of my pillows to clutch it in her arms. I don’t bother taking it slow, and I’m definitely not gentle.
Instead, I immediately start thrusting, my hips hitting her ass with every stroke, her hot, tight pussy clutching me deep. She moves with me, taking what I give her, her face buried in the pillow, muffling her loud moans.
I’m quiet, concentrating on the friction, the in-and-out rhythm, how she clenches around my cock like her body is trying to keep us forever connected.
And still I pound into her, not even close to coming yet.
She cries out, her hips jerking, her pussy milking my dick, and I grit my teeth, powering through her first orgasm. It would’ve been so easy to let go, to let my own orgasm wash over me, but I’m not ready. Not yet. There’s something so satisfactory about taking what’s yours without any restraint. That’s what I’m doing. I’m taking Jensen because she’s mine.
She belongs to me.
“Rhett,” she pants, and I open my eyes, watching as my dick slides in and out of her body. Christ, that’ll send me over the edge for sure. Her body shines with sweat, my fingers slipping around her hips as I try to get a grip on her. I’m sweating too. My chest is tight, my heart is racing, my breathing’s ragged, and I shake my head, running a hand through my hair to push it off my forehead.
And still she keeps moving, sliding up and down on my cock, driving me out of my mind.
I reach for her, my hands on her waist, pulling her up so she’s on her knees bowed up against me, my cock still inside her. She presses her back to my front, her breathing just as loud as mine, her entire body shaking, and I put my hand to her cheek, turning her head so I can take her mouth.
“You’re going to kill me,” she whispers against my mouth, and I growl, nipping at her lower lip.
“What do you mean?”
“I’ve already come two times.” She shivers when I stroke her neck, her chest, and I wonder how I missed the second orgasm. “How much longer are you going to last?”
“Until you come a third time,” I whisper, releasing my hold on her head. She faces away from me, throwing her head back so she’s leaning on my shoulder. I can see the rise and fall of her breasts, those rosy pink nipples tempting me. Slowly I start to move once more, though it’s harder to establish a rhythm in this position.
But I like the closeness we’re sharing. I wrap my arms around her and she bends forward a little, sending me deeper, making both of us groan. I increase my speed, hammering into her, until she’s crying out my name and I’m coming so hard I swear I could black out.
I’m exhausted, ready to fall into the deepest sleep once we’re done, and I’m pulling the blankets over our still-covered-with-sweat bodies. She doesn’t bother saying she’s going to leave, and I’m glad.
I want her to stay.
Right before I drift off, she tucks her body close to mine, and I’m spooning her. My mind wanders as I breathe in the sweet scent of her shampoo, enjoying the way she lightly scratches my arm with her sharp nails.
I fall asleep quickly and dream of being at my dad’s house, wandering the halls and calling Jensen’s name, unable to find her. The house is three times as big in my dream, with an endless hall and so many doors, and for some reason, I have to open every single one.
I finally try the last door, swinging it open to find a giant bed dominating the room. Jensen is there, lying in the center of the mattress, naked and beautiful, her eyes closed in ecstasy, her full lips parted as she moans. She’s getting fucked, but I can’t see who he is. His hair is dark.
Like mine.
His shoulders are broad, his butt pumping up and down, and all I can do is watch.
She’s getting fucked all right.