“I never had you down as a quitter, Allen.” I tuck the hair hanging over her face behind her ears, cupping her face in my hand. I take a second to look at her. Flushed cheeks and a lazy smile as she turns her head to kiss the palm of my hand. “You are so goddamn beautiful, y’know?”
“You’re already fucking me, Hawkins. You don’t have to blow my ego too.”
There she is.
My post-coming docile, affectionate girl is gone, her typical bratty attitude restored. I slap my hand against her ass cheek, rolling her onto her back again. Pulling out of her, I chuckle at her whimper of disappointment and her squeak of surprise when I flip her onto her stomach. “I can’t go again.” She moans. “I can’t.”
I tug her hips until her ass is in the air and this view is what I’m going to dream about every night. “You wanna stop?” She looks at me over her shoulder and shakes her head. “Good, hold onto the bed.”
Her hands reach out and grip the bars of my bed frame, head resting against a pillow trying to watch me as I position myself behind her.
I genuinely don’t think I’ve ever been this hard.
I rub my cock up and down, taking extra time to circle her oversensitive clit, making her body shudder. When she’s impatiently whimpering, I finally line myself up and sink into her again.
She meets every thrust forward by pushing back onto me, her ass bouncing off me and letting me go even harder. My hands fit perfectly in the curve of her waist, and the noises she’s making aren’t going to let me last long like this. “I told you I was going to fuck this pussy like it’s mine, Anastasia, ’cause it is fucking mine.”
“Nathan…” She’s moaning but still manages to sass me. “In your dreams.”
“Let go of the bed.” Satisfaction bubbles under my skin when she immediately listens to me, doing what she’s told for once. Pulling her back to my front—I want her closer, need her closer—I run my tongue along her shoulder to her neck, tasting the salty sheen on her skin.
One of my hands snakes up her body to her tits, and the other cups between her legs, feeling my dick move in and out as she bounces on it in a fervent rhythm. Her entire body is trembling, chest heaving, pussy throbbing around me. “It’s too much. It’s too good, I can’t.”
“Don’t be a quitter, Anastasia.” My fingers slowly tease her clit, deliberate and controlled, and she’s almost there. Her mouth tilts toward me, hips bucking and grinding, eyes rolling back. I crash my mouth into hers as she screams, squeezing me so fucking tight I can’t hold back, spilling into the condom.
It’s like fire spreading across my entire body, consuming and engulfing me, suffocating me in the flames. I’m twitching and spasming inside her well after we’ve stopped moving, the pleasure flooding through me.
“Was that better than hate sex?” I grumble, forehead falling to her shoulder.
She starts laughing, her body wiggling in my arms. “Oh. My. God. Shut up, Nathan.”
* * *
The downsideof having a house full of people, other than having a house full of people, is trying to sneak around.
After finally convincing myself to slip out of her, I dispose of the condom and pull on some sweatpants. She looks over from the bed, nose scrunching when she realizes I’m a man on a mission.
“You’ve melted all my bones,” Anastasia says. She’s naked on my bed, her stomach flexing as she takes controlled breaths. She looks incredible. Unbelievably, after all that, my dick twitches, but if I suggest going again right now, she’ll murder me. She watches me cross the room toward the bedroom door. “Where are you going?”
I kiss her forehead and pull a blanket over her, ignoring her frown. “I’m about to open this door. Do you want to risk whoever might be standing outside of it seeing you butt-ass naked?” She shrugs. “I’m going to steal shit from Henry. I’ll be back in a minute.”
Henry is the MVP tonight and I think I’ll be going to Target tomorrow to buy a box of girl shit. I punch in all the zeros and stroll through, getting the shock of my life when Henry is in his boxers making out with a half-naked girl on his bed.
“Oh shit!” I shout, covering my eyes. “I’m sorry, buddy, fuck, I need to get that box of stuff from your bathroom. I’m sorry…”
“Daisy,” the mystery girl says.
I keep my hand over my eyes and head toward the bathroom, closing the door behind me, immediately finding what I need. I’ve stolen shower gel, shampoo, conditioner, a hair tie, and a brush. I take one last look, deciding to grab some socks too. I balance them on one arm and use my other to shield my eyes as I venture back out into what should be classed as no-man’s-land.
“She’s gone. You can move your hand,” Henry says flatly.
“I’m sorry, kiddo. I didn’t think you’d be up here. Who’s the girl?”
“Someone I know. She’s Briar’s younger sister.” He sighs and I feel so guilty. “Next time you’ve got a girl, Cap. Don’t leave her alone, or I’m taking her.”
Great. “You probably could, bud. I won’t come back, I promise. Go find your girl.”
Anastasia is where I left her when I let myself back into my room. “Just cockblocked Henry by accident. No more talking to him, Allen. He said if I leave you alone, he’s taking you.”