“Oh, I see. So it’s like a coworker sort of relationship? There’s hate, but you tolerate one another?”
My fingertips dip below the waistband of her shorts and I give her ass a firm squeeze. “How mad do you think she’ll be if we make her wait a couple minutes?”
“Doubt she’ll even notice.”
Lifting my head, I spin her around and walk her backward, both hands now beneath her shorts cupping her ass cheeks. “Has anyone ever told you how nice your ass is?”
She rolls her lips then lifts a smile. “Not recently.”
“Well, it’s fucking spectacular.” We fall onto the bed, my body hovering over hers. Our mouths crash together and we tear into each other like wild animals. My hands move rapidly as I pull her long-sleeved tee shirt over her head and I’m not surprised to see she’s braless. It’s something I noticed a long time ago. Scar hates wearing bras when she’s home. Doesn’t matter who is here. She does not give a fuck.
With my hips raised and one arm holding me up, I unclasp my belt and tug my pants down, taking my boxers with them. Once they're hanging from my ankles, I kick them free. “God, I’ve missed you.” I kiss her again, feeling the heat of her touch coursing through my body, going straight to my throbbing cock.
“I’ve missed you, too.” Her soft words come out in a heady exhale, and I drag in her breath.
Lifting my head, I peer down at her. Everything about what’s lying beneath me tugs at my heartstrings and makes me want to savor this moment for an eternity. Last time I was rough with Scar. It comes naturally to me. I don’t know how to be anything but abrasive, but with her, I’m willing to try.
Nice and slow, my fingers drag down her stomach, raising goosebumps along the way. Scar wets her lips and arches her back when I pinch her clit, rolling it between my thumb and forefinger.
I kiss her mouth, then her lips. Moving down to her chest, I cover every inch with my mouth. My fingers move inside her and she’s ready for me. Wet, warm, and tight. Her walls envelop the two fingers I’m giving her, and when I add another, curling them at her G-spot, she bucks her hips.
Pebbled nipples greet my mouth, and I graze one against my teeth before moving to the next.
“Harder.” Scar whimpers and I’m glad she’s a girl who knows exactly what she wants. I dig deeper, so deep that my knuckles rim her pussy and her ass lifts off the bed. I could feed her my whole hand, but I’m not sure she’s there yet. Besides, this time, I want to learn her body. Memorize her expression when she gets to the height of her orgasm.Pay attention to every twitch and jolt as she comes down.
My body slides back up, my fingers delving deeper inside her, twisting and turning in a way that has her crying out. She tightens her core, squeezing my hand, and her beautiful mouth forms an O. I watch her intently. Flared nostrils, lustful eyes, and ragged breaths. “Come on my hand, baby.”
And she does. Squirting her arousal all over my fingers, leaking onto my palm. Once her ass settles back on the bed, I pull them out and pop my soaked fingers in my mouth. “So sweet.” I drag the same three fingers across her bottom lip, and she darts her tongue out, tasting herself before I feed her more from my tongue.
I slip down, lining my cock with her entrance, then move up, sliding in. Her arousal coats my cock, and it’s fucking heaven inside her. My movements start out slow and when Scar’s eyes widen, I ask, “You okay?”
She nods in response, but I have no doubt there’s a sting of pain. I’ve always known my dick was bigger than average, and it’s not an egotistical guy thing—it really is a fucking beast. Most of the time, I fuck girls through the pain, but with Scar, it’s different. I never want to inflict pain on her, even if it brings me pleasure.
My movements are slow and shallow. I slide in and out, watching her the entire time. When we were together in the tunnels, I could only dream about what her face looked like as I was fucking her. Now, I can see it, and it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever laid eyes on. Her drawn mouth as our bodies connect. Her blue eyes on mine. Each breath that flares her nostrils a tad. And her tits pressed against my bare chest.
Her warm hand lands on my cheek, the other pinching my shoulder, and she guides my mouth to hers. “Fuck me hard, Jagger.”
I shake my head against hers. “I wanna take it slow this time. Make it last.”
The next thing I know, she’s pushing me back. “What are you doing?”
“Lie on your back,” she demands, and her authoritative tone is sexy as hell.
My cock slips out of her, and I lie down with my back to the bed. I prop one arm under the pillow, lifting my head a few inches so I can watch her work.
She climbs on top of me, straddling my lap, and when she sits down, my cock goes in like it knows exactly where home is. Every last inch is buried inside her, my head bobbing in her stomach.
Sitting up, she arches her back, sliding back and forth, grating against my cock. “Fuck,” I growl, clamping my teeth down on my bottom lip.
I sink my fingers into the flesh of her waist, guiding her movements, but when she proves she doesn’t need help, I grab a fistful of her tits, squeezing and massaging.
She’s a goddamn goddess. The way she’s riding my cock like it’s her favorite thing in the world.
I move forward. Her arms wrap around my neck, and she bounces up and down. Her tits rising and falling. “I’m gonna—” My words are cut short when I glance over her shoulder and see Crew standing in the doorway. His arms crossed over his chest, ankles locked, as he leans into the frame. Scar senses my apprehension and slows down. “What’s wrong?”
I tip my chin to where he stands, and she follows my gaze.
“Oh shit.” She goes to jump off me, but Crew steps into the room.