Yeah, she rocks my world. And I’m going to return the favor.
The walls of her pussy convulse around me, squeezing me in the most erotic hug ever invented. I fight off my orgasm. No way am I coming yet. I want to see those gorgeous eyes rolling back in her head. I want her mouth falling open and her face to take on that totally-lost-in-the-moment glazed expression she gets when she’s so into the fucking that I know nothing is in her head but me.
I push her hair back, tangling my fingers in the thick strands and tugging her head so I can kiss her properly. She attacks my tongue, sucking it into her mouth, letting me fuck her with it while I hammer her with my dick.
We’re both getting sweaty. Our slippery bodies move against each other in a perfect rhythm, one that makes me dizzy with excitement.
“You feel so good. Like a goddamn dream,” I tell her through gritted teeth. The effort not to come is testing my last bit of control.
“Yes. There. Fuck me right there,” she cries, punctuating her orders with claws in my shoulders. I brace myself, elbow near her head, knee digging into the mattress for leverage, and give her everything I’ve got. In measured, powerful strokes, I work her into a mindless state of pleasure until she’s shaking and screaming her satisfaction into the empty rooms of this penthouse.
She’s still trembling when I flip her over and ram into her from behind. My balls slap against her thighs, and the tightness of her pussy from this angle nearly makes my eyes water from the pleasure. She makes these incredibly sexy sounds that include the words “Dean” and “oh God” and “yes” until it’s a strange sort of song, her moans the melody, our bodies banging out the sex beat, our hearts getting mixed up in all of it until I’m the mindless one. All my senses are filled with her—her sounds, her smell, her touch. Her.
Bare ass pumping into her, I don’t care if there’s a telescope out there watching. Let them see how much I love being inside this girl.
*
We spend the whole day in bed. Well, not just in bed. We also fuck in my enormous walk-in shower under the spray of four showerheads and multiple body jets.
And I go down on her in the kitchen while she’s sprawled on the marble counter.
And she blows me in the game room.
And we sixty-nine in the private sauna.
Did I mention this is the best day ever?
By the time nine o’clock rolls around, I’m legit spent. Drained. There isn’t a drop of semen left in my body. Allie Hayes sucked and fucked it all out of me.
“You’re a sex fiend,” I grumble when I feel her hand stroking my thigh. We just finished eating dinner—burgers and fries delivered by room service and consumed in bed—and now we’re lying on my million-thread-count sheets, recovering from the most intense sex marathon I’ve had in a long time. Or ever.
“I can’t help it,” Allie protests. She sits up, and I’m floored by how gorgeous she looks right now. Flushed cheeks, tousled hair, hazy eyes. “The Life of Dean gets me all hot and bothered.”
My phone rings, and I groan in relief. “Oh thank Jesus. Hopefully whoever this is will save me before you break my dick.” Turns out my savior is Beau, and I pick up with my usual, “What’s shaking, Maxwell?”
“We are,” Beau answers cheerfully. “As in, we’re shaking our asses on the dance floor tonight.”
“Um. Are you asking me to go out dancing with you?” I pause. “And shouldn’t you be in Wisconsin with your grandmother right now?”
“Grams bailed on us—went on some seniors’ cruise instead of spending the holiday with her family. How dare she, right? That bitch.” Beau snickers, which I take as an indication that he’s joking. If not, I feel bad for his grandmother. “Joanna and I are in the city with our folks. Let’s meet up.”
“How do you know I’m in the city?” I ask suspiciously. I have a Boston cell number and I hadn’t told him I was coming to Manhattan, so there’s no reason for him to think I’m here.
“I’ve got that friend finder app. Shows you where all your friends are at all times.”
Awesome. I’m being stalked by one of my best buds.
“We’re going to a club in SoHo. You down?”
“Hold on a sec.” I cover the mouthpiece and look at Allie. “Feel like going out? Beau and his sister are in town and they’re hitting up a nightclub.”
Reluctance creases her forehead. “Beau, as in Briar’s quarterback?”
I know exactly what she’s thinking and I’m quick to squash her fears. “He won’t say anything if he sees us together. Seriously. Maxwell knows how to keep his mouth shut.”
After a very long beat of hesitation, she finally nods, a tiny smile lifting her lips. “I haven’t been to a club in ages.”
I lift my hand from the phone. “We’re in.”
“We?”
“I’m bringing a friend.”
“Nice. Meet you there in an hour?”