I’m an excellent multi-tasker.
When I push in a second finger, I feel her walls quiver, approaching orgasm. She pants wildly, moaning, scratching at my hair and shoulders. I pick up the pace of my hips and fingers, and suck and nibble her nipples even harder.
“Wait, wait, oh God,” she whines.
“What?” I answer against her puckered nipple. I slow down, but I don’t stop. I couldn’t stop even if I tried.
“Something’s wrong with me. I feel weird. Oh…no…it’s too strong…oh.”
I resume my rhythm and smile slyly against her heated skin. “Nothing’s wrong. You’re coming, baby. You’re coming for me.”
I press the tip of my dick directly on her clit and hold it, and her snug p*ssy
pulses out of control. With a strangled cry, Ally’s body goes rigid, before a flood of her wetness completely drenches my fingers and collects in my palm. I ride out the waves of her orgasm, easing the friction on her clit and letting my mouth trail up to hers to kiss her deeply, swallowing her little mewls of pleasure.
She pulls her lips from mine, her face flush and eyes sleepy. “I saw colors. So many colors popping, glittering my sky.” Ally smiles, and light touches every cold, empty space within me. “Fireworks.”
I slip my fingers from her still-shivering sex and put them in my mouth, savoring her taste before the water can wash it away. “I’m not done with you yet.”
With her still in my arms, I turn off the water and slide open the shower door. She squeals and laughs when the cold air hits us, burying her wet face into the crook of my neck. I laugh right along with her as I awkwardly make my way into the bedroom, dick still rock hard, and her tight frame wrapped around me like a spider monkey. We flop onto the bed, dripping wet, and I pull the covers over us as I nestle between her thighs.
“Justice, I just want to say I’m-”
I place a finger over her lips before she can finish. “Shhhh. Don’t. It’s me who should apologize. But not now. I don’t want to think about anything else but this. Nothing else but your body and what I plan to do to it for the rest of the night.”
She kisses my finger and grasps my hand to slide the tip of the digit between her lips, nipping at it playfully. “Do your worst, Drake.”
I kiss her deeply, consuming every bit of her mouth. She wraps her arms and legs around me, and my dick slips between her folds, my swollen head nudging her wet slit. I rock my hips back and forth, reigniting that delicious friction from the shower, and Ally moans against my tongue.
“Oh God, put it in. Put it in, please,” she whines.
“Put what in, sweetheart?” I smirk, looking down at her hungry expression.
“It.”
“It?” I shake my head and press in a little further, my tip right at her entrance. “What’s It, Ally? If you want it, you have to say it.”
She squeezes her eyes tight, and a beautiful flush paints her cheeks. “Your cock. I want your cock in me. Please.”
Gritting my teeth, I drive into her—probably harder and faster than I should have—but shit, I’m as anxious as she is. Ally’s eyes pop open with shock and her lips round into an O. A strangled cry gets stuck in the back of her throat.
“This?” I pant, the feeling of her tight body enveloping mine almost too much take. “Is this what you were referring to?”
She nods her head frantically, trying to swallow a whine. “Yes. Yes. Now shut up…and f*ck
me.”
The words ring in my head like a sweet melody, as if Ally’s just opened Pandora’s box and unleashed every lustful desire within me. I pull out to the tip and push back into her, feeling the tightness quiver and stretch for me.
God, she feels good. Too good. So good that every nerve ending within me is flashing bright red, signaling me to stop. I pull out quickly, before the feel of her dissolves every ounce of common sense I have left.
“What?” she rasps, an almost pained look on her face.
“f*ck
,” I grit in frustration. I reach over to the nightstand and retrieve a condom from the top drawer. Ally’s eyes grow large at the sight of the little shiny package.
“Oh,” she whispers, trying to look at anything but me, as I tear it open.
“Yeah.” I slip out the latex and position it over the head of my dick, still glistening with her sweetness.
“Wait.” Ally’s hand is over mine, pulling the condom away. “Wait. You don’t have to… you don’t have to use it. I trust you. And I hope…I hope you trust me too.”
I sit back on my heels so I can assess her face clearly. “I do. I trust you, but…” f*ck
. How do I say that it’s Evan that I don’t trust? That I shouldn’t do this because of his sketchy-ass habits?
“We always use condoms,” she says, reading my mind. “Always. I don’t trust him. But…Justice, I trust you.”