I nod frantically and seconds later he’s tugging down my panties, letting them drop to the floor and I’m pulling down his sweats, impatient to have him naked and inside me.
Crap, he’s going commando, his thick cock swinging out, flushed and hard and wet. He steadies himself with a hand on the wall by my head as I stroke him, closing my fingers around the thick girth, loving how the silky skin slides over the hardness inside.
“Christ, you’re killing me,” he grinds out. “I always want you, always, every fucking hour of every fucking day and night. If you only knew…”
And I love how he’s babbling, nearly incoherent with desire, how much he says when he’s turned on, with his barriers torn down.
All the truths are here, between us, laid bare.
Pearly white fluid is spilling from the small slit on the tip of his cock, and I rub my thumb over it. He groans, thrusting into my hand, the powerful muscles in his thighs shifting. His cock swells more, until it barely fits in my hand, veined and huge and so sexy.
My mouth waters. I’m dying to taste him, lick his length, wrap my lips around the head, see if I can make him cry out and lose control.
But he puts his hand over mine and stops me. He pushes me back against the wall and scowls. “Fuck, condom.”
“Wait, I got one.” Gigi said she put one in my purse, didn’t she? I point at the purse, and he lifts it for me. I manage to tear my gaze away from his chiseled chest and hard cock for a moment to rummage until I locate the golden foil.
Trojan Magnum Bareskin.
Looks like my sis went the extra mile for me, the little brat. And jeez, she had big hopes for Adam’s cock. However, looking now at Matt’s, thank God she did. This is one big boy.
Matt grabs the foil from my hand, tears it open and pulls it on efficiently. Oh yes, it’s a perfect fit.
Why do I feel so hot, just watching him put latex over his very hard, very big cock?
Jesus. I put my hands on my burning cheeks. Yeah, so frigging hot.
Then he grabs my hips, lifts me up, pulling my legs around his hips, spreading me wide—and his cock pushes into me.
I moan, biting my lower lip at the invasion. It burns, and it’s so intense I want to yell and move and get away from it—but then he thrusts deep, and my eyes almost roll up in my head from the pleasure.
“God, Matt.” I tighten my legs around his hips, and he grunts something unintelligible against my boobs, his hips rocking and his cock sliding in and out of me. “Holy shit.”
He takes a step forward until my back is up against the wall once more. His strong hands lift me up a few inches, then pull me back down on his cock, and we both moan. So good. So full, so incredible, I can’t… My core clenches around his thickness and I shudder.
I’m about to come again. This is embarrassing, but my body is already tightening, fireworks going off inside my pussy, inside my head. I writhe on his cock, and he pushes deeper, fucking me harder as I come, his mouth crashing on mine, swallowing my scream.
Oh God, I’m dying. Have to be. This is too much pleasure. Too much.
I’m so full of him, every shift of his cock makes me convulse again. My whole body is sparkling, bursting, flying apart. Distantly I hear myself groaning, feel his stubble as he breaks the kiss and curses.
Then he starts coming, too, and I can only cling to him as he finally lets go.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Matt
Feeling her come on my dick is shredding my control. I keep thrusting, fighting it, but it’s no fucking use.
I push her hard against the wall, getting leverage to pound into her the way I need, lifting her legs higher, burying my cock in her hot pussy balls-deep.
Fuck, she’s clenching and gripping my cock so fucking hard, throwing her head back and moaning my name, that the last thread of my willpower snaps. I press my mouth to her bared neck and come apart. I fucking shatter, burying myself in her deep and shuddering so hard I can’t breathe as my release hits.
And it hits like a runaway truck with a nuclear payload. The pressure in my balls bursts, my dick spasms and pleasure slams into me, leveling me. Totaling me.
I’m a sweaty, shuddering mess, clinging to Tay. I’m fucking clinging to her and I don’t fucking care, my hips still rocking without rhythm, drawing out the last drops of pleasure.
Drawing in her scent, memorizing her sweet weight in my arms, the softness of her skin, the timber of her moans, the silk of her hair tickling my face.
Her curves molding to my body, her legs locked around me, her arms around my neck, her limbs loose and her skin flushed hot in post-orgasmic bliss.
I could get used to this.
I’d give fucking anything for a chance to get used to this.
“Matt… you can put me down,” she whispers, fingertips toying with the ends of my hair at the back of my neck.
Not yet. I tighten my hold on her. “Can’t remember how I lived without you,” I whisper against the sweet skin of her neck. “Don’t… don’t let me lose myself again.”
“You know…” she whispers back, tugging on my hair, a light sting I feel all the way to my dick. “I fell in love with you from the first look, right before you slammed the door in my face. And…”
When I open my mouth to apologize, she tugs harder on my hair, pulling my head back, shutting me up. “And I have no intention of leaving your side at the first hardship. Now…” I hear laughter in her voice and it makes me smile. “Put me down, you big lug, because I can hear the kids at the top of the stairs, and they’re still a bit young for the birds and the bees speech.”
I snort.
This goddamn girl… Making me laugh, making me wanna sling her over my shoulder and carry her to my room, and damn the world and its shit. Take her, sink into her again. And again. And again, until we’re both undone and fall asleep in each other’s arms.
God, I’m hardening again. I’m like a teenager when she’s around. But yeah, I wanna take it slow. Go down on her. Fuck her into the mattress. Make her scream my name.
Have time with her. I want so much time with her, and all I can think of is, thank fuck she’s mine.
When we come out of the kitchen, the kids aren’t in the living room, or on the stairs. Looks like there was no reason for panic after all. Except I’ll be late for work if I don’t get my ass into the shower and into my clothes in the next five minutes.
If only I can let go of Octavia… I have my arm around her waist and she’s leaning her head on my shoulder, her dress in disarray, her hair a cute mess. We smell of sex, and my dick’s still hanging out. Shit, I need to get rid of the condom.
“Okay?” I kiss the top of her head, drawing in the flowery scent of her shampoo and something else, sweeter, that’s all Octavia.
She nods against my bare skin, presses her lips to my shoulder, and I swallow a moan because yeah, I am getting hard again, and there’s no time to do anything about it.
A cold shower, I decide. Very cold.