“Fuck,” she pants. “Oh, fucking fuck, you fucking prick, you absolute fuckingbastard, you do this on purpose. You drive me fucking crazy on purpose. You’re a monster, you know that?”
“Goddamn right I do. I tease your body and push your limits because there’s nothing I love more in the world than seeing you come.”
“Shit,” she says, back arching, her beautiful breasts shaking with every heaving breath. “All I wanted to do was punch you in the mouth.”
“And now you’re going to come under my fingers. Isn’t that better?”
“Ah, ah, ahhhhh, that’s debatable,fuck,” she says as her grip tightens and her body heaves. I feel her pussy clench down as the orgasm rips through her and her face is heavenly, like a fucking angel singing with a thousand voices, and she tries her best to be quiet but my lovely little Adrienne is never quiet when she comes. I bury the sound with my mouth and kiss her, and instead she moans between my lips, and fuck, I love her taste, fuck, I love her pussy, and god damn, I love her perfect little body.
When she’s done, I slide my fingers back out and make her lick them clean.
“You’re a real piece of shit,” she whispers, smiling that dizzy, drunken post-orgasm smile. “You know that?” She sucks my middle finger all the way down and back, lips thick and lovely, eyes locked on mine.
“I’m aware, but what’s that say about you?” I lovingly adjust her sports bra and pull it back down over her breasts, covering her again.
“It says I have bad taste in men.” She licks my other finger and grins. “But I also have a nice tasting pussy.”
A dark pang of desire hits me, hearing those words. I growl and kiss her because otherwise I’m going to hold her down and fuck her right here beneath this tree.
“I’m sorry, am I interrupting something?”
I pull back and look up to find Reina standing at the entrance to the alley. She seems disheveled, bags under her eyes, clothes rumpled, a cigarette between her lips. Adrienne wriggles out from under me, adjusting her sports bra to make sure she’s decent, somehow blushing even deeper than she did when she came a minute minutes ago.
“It’s nothing, we were training, doing some wrestling and judo and—”
Reina rolls her eyes. “And kissing. Do I look like I give a fuck if you two are having sex?” She takes a long drag. “You goddamn Americans and your purity bullshit. It’s fine if you two punch each other bloody, but if you fuck too? Kill as many people as you want, fine, good, blood and guts and gore, lovely, fun. But oh, no, how bad and immoral if two adults fuck. Get over yourselves. I do not care so long as it does not make things worse.”
“Oh,” Adrienne says, and it takes all my willpower not to crack up.
“Come inside. We must talk.” Reina turns and leaves.
Adrienne practically collapses back against the tree. “I have never been more mortified in my life.”
“Why? Because your estranged half-sister just caught us in an intimate moment? Or because you got lectured on American sexual prudishness by a Frenchwoman?”
“Both. The former mostly. God, you’re the worst.” She pushes me back and gets to her feet. “Did Reina seem a little off to you?”
She offers me a hand up and I take it. “More tired than usual. Less put together.”
“You said she left early?”
I consider that for a moment. “I didn’t actually hear her leave. She was just gone when I woke up around five.”
“Hm.” She strokes her face and runs a hand through her hair. “Let’s go see what she has to say then.”
Chapter18
Peter
Inside, Reina’s in the kitchen making coffee. Adrienne goes into the bathroom to wash her face and change into clean clothes while I sit on a stool at the counter and watch. Adrienne’s taste is still on my lips and her satisfied moans ring in my ears, but I try to push them away. I need to concentrate, now more than ever.
“When did you and my sister start fucking?” Reina pours a mug and lights another cigarette.
“Not too long ago. Why were you out all night?”
“Business.” She lets out a smoke plume. “Is this a problem?” She gestures toward the bathroom.
“No.”