Clearing her throat, she smiles brightly. “I’m fine. I was just saying that I need to get dressed.”
“Amberley is on her way with some clothes,” Perry announces. I drop my cup on the side with a crash. “What?” Perry says, smirk in place.
“I had no intention of having more than one guest this weekend,” I deadpan him.
“Tough shit, you’re getting four,” he retorts, then smiles at the girls when they laugh. “We can grab lunch,” he suggests.
“I’m not sure that’s appropriate,” Lauren manages to say before I do.
“If anyone asks, you’re Kat’s friend, and we happened to end up in the same spot. Seriously, it's not a big deal.” Perry’s flippant attitude pisses me off, and when Amberley arrives a few minutes later, I almost lose my cool because she gawps at my home like she just found the recipe for immortality.
I eye Perry, and he looks a bit sheepish for having invited her round.
“Here, I packed some makeup too.” The bag is placed on the side, and Lauren grabs it and jumps down from the chair, leaving space for her friend to take a seat.
“Excuse me.” Lauren walks away quickly and takes the stairs.
I watch her legs disappear before I turn to look at all three sets of eyes, smiling awkwardly. “I don’t like any of you.” I knock back the remainder of my coffee as Perry smirks knowingly at me.
“Oh, come on, Cain. It’s fun. I’ve not spent time with you in ages, and lunch sounds good,” Kat chimes. It’s certainly nice to have Kat eager to spend time with me and not want to poke my eyes out.
“Excuse me,” I mutter and stalk away. I take the stairs two at a time and find Lauren sifting through the bag—her belongings splayed out on my bed.
“It's weird. Work is going to be weird,” she blurts. I cross the room and yank her to me, smashing my lips to hers. “Cain,” she pants.
“I’m so fucking hard for you.” Walking her back, I bump into the drawers and pull her shorts down, my mouth frantic on hers.
“What if someone comes up?” she whimpers, pulling at my clothes.
“They won’t. Trust me.” With our lower-body clothing items gone, I tug her to the edge of the unit and line myself up.
“What if—”
I sink deeply, her pussy quilting my cock and hugging me tightly. Our jaws go lax, our eyes glittering with pent-up arousal. “Lean back.” I groan and watch as she leans to accommodate my request, her small hands gripping either side of the wooden furniture.
“Oh god,” she whispers. My gaze drops to her pussy, spread wide, her flesh plump around the thick edges of my cock.
“Lauren, if you could see—you take my cock so fucking good.” Her eyes watch me with quiet excitement. I flash her a dirty grin and push her legs to hook around my waist.
“Try to be quiet.” I grunt, pressing my mouth to hers as I grind into her pussy.
She garbles, gasping and moaning sweetly, but I eat up her sounds as her cunt eats up my cock. She’s tight and swollen, and I can’t get enough of her. I drive my hips forward, my erection sinking into her creamy warmth. Choking out an expletive, I grab at her jaw lightly and devour her mouth.
“Fast and hard.” She pants against my lips. I slam upwards, and the drawers groan in protest. “Shush!” she giggles.
I rut into her, and the drawers creak again. Fuck.
“Hands on the wall,” I hiss, slipping out and pulling her down. I turn her and tilt her ass.
“Cain, quick.” She bends, and I sink back in and grip her hips. “Oh god, oh god.” I pound deeply and groan at how easily she lets me fuck into her. How she is pushing back to take the brute force.
“Are you going to come for me, pretty girl?”
“I’ve been on the edge of an orgasm all morning,” she mutters dryly.
Laughing, I grip her hip in one hand and her shoulder in another and fuck her roughly. Her moans are low. Our flesh slaps, and she whimpers plea after plea for me to make her come. Her thighs tighten. Her hand flays to grip me close, and then her pussy is suckling my cock as her legs give way and a long, sweet cry escapes her parched lips.
“Fuck, Lauren.” My balls draw up, and the base of my spine tingles as I slam into her twice and grunt through my own release. She’s fucking perfect.