“Jesus,” he murmurs, and picks up the pace. He slams into me, blunt, fast strokes that rattle my brain. His fingers bite into my hips, and will undoubtedly leave a bruise come tomorrow. He groans and grunts, and I love all the sex sounds he makes. Our eyes meet, lock, and we’re both breathing so hard, I’m sure we’re going to deplete the room of oxygen.
“I’ve never been fucked like this before,” I manage to get out.
He pulls almost all the way out, then drives back in again. I move against the pillow, my breasts bouncing. “That’s a goddamn shame,” he says and slides one hand up my body to cup my breasts. He rubs the rough pad of his thumb over my nipple, and frissons of electricity travel straight to my core.
I revel in his touch, the way he fucks, until nothing exists but this moment and this man. I cry out his name, and in return he calls mine and I’m a little surprised how much I like hearing it on his tongue as he pounds into me. He stretches my sex, and I squeeze around him. My body so close to another release. His other hand leaves my hip and he presses his finger to my clit. Sparks zap my sex, and I want to hold on longer, want to fuck him like this until tomorrow morning, but the triple assault takes me over the edge, and I let go, coming all over his beautiful cock. As intense pleasure overcomes me, I pinch my eyes shut to ride out the delicious waves.
“I feel you,” he says, and I open my eyes to see his hips curl forward as he put every inch of himself inside me. It’s the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen.
“Luke, I say, and reach for his arm, close my hand around it. His muscles bunch beneath my touch, and I squeeze around his cock. He pulls almost all the way out, slams back in again and tosses his head back.
“Motherfucker,” he groans as he releases high inside me. I moan as each hard pulse expands my walls, and I wrap my legs around him to keep him high inside me. He holds my hips again, his touch softer, far more gentle than earlier. His eyes open, zero in on me. For a brief second, I wonder if there is going to be any awkwardness between us, but then his mouth curls up, and I smile at him.
“So that’s how I should be fucked, huh?”
“Every single time.” He puts one hand on my sex, lightly circles my sensitive clit. “You deserve to be worshipped.”
He quickly removes the pillow and falls over me, crushing me beneath his weight. “Tomorrow I might bend you over that coffee table,” he says against my ear as he peppers my face with kisses.
“Would this be before or after the porn star blowjob?”
He laughs, rolls over and discards the condom. A moment later he’s beside me again, and pulls me on top of him. I rest my head on his chest and listen to his strong heartbeat. Without conscious thought, I circle his nipple with my finger.
His breathing changes, levels off, and I lift my head to see him. He opens one eyes.
“Katee.”
“Yeah.”
He opens his mouth like he wants to say something, then frowns.
“What?” I ask.
“Sleep,” he says.
I lay back on him, and my body is still so high, I’m not sure I can sleep. Sex with him was amazing. Goddammit, a girl could get used to this. Too bad he’s just helping me out in the bedroom while we’re on a fake honeymoon.
Too bad?
Wait, what am I thinking? This is my best friend. No way, no how can I start falling for him, especially when he has a woman waiting for him at home. She might have broken his heart, but she’s the one he loves, right? I’m the one he’s just doing a favor for.
Oh, man, I never should have had sex with him. It’s already starting to mess up my brain. If only it hadn’t been so good. Good? More like mind-blowing amazing. Okay, tomorrow morning when he wakes up, I’ll tell him this was a bad idea. That I already learned a lot, and we shouldn’t spend any more time between the sheets. Yeah, I’ll tell him all those things.
Or not.
9
Luke
I wake up and turn my head to find Katee sleeping soundly beside me. My mind races back to last night, and holy hell, what a fucking night it was. I’m surprised I lasted as long as I did, considering she’s been the star of my bedroom fantasies for a hell of a lot of years.
With the sheets kicked to the foot of the bed, I reach down and cover her naked body, but not before gifting myself with a good long look. My God, she’s the most beautiful woman in the world. And I just had sex with her.
I’m not sure how she’ll feel about it this morning, but last night she was totally into it—into me. It’s hard to believe no guy has ever satisfied her. Jesus, she came to life under my touch and had no trouble showing me what she liked. I grin at that. I kind of like that I’m the only guy who’s ever done that for her. I quietly climb from the bed, leaving her to sleep as I go in search of coffee. All the supplies I had stocked at the chalet had been moved here. I find the grounds, and fill the coffee maker. As it brews, I make a quick trip to the bathroom. By the time I finish, I step back into the massive presidential suite, and Katee is nowhere to be found.
What the fuck?
I feel a measure of panic. Jesus, have I scared her off? Was having sex with my best friend the worst decision of my life? I grab a fistful of hair and tug, and that’s when I feel a cold breeze wash over me. I turn and find Katee outside in nothing but a big white robe. I grab mine from the closet, shove on the slippers provided, and step outside with her.