The thought of Pinch getting at this thick body makes me angry, so I push the thought away. She’s mine now, whether she wants it or not.
Her hips move against my cock again, and it makes me catch my breath. Her lips against my neck have me so close to the edge I can’t hold on much longer. Just as I have this thought, she moves on my cock again, and I give up the fight.
I cum on myself, pulsing out into my boxer briefs and trying my best not to move a centimeter. Nothing would be more embarrassing than her waking up to me cumming on myself. I bite my lip as the orgasm pushes through me and the warm pleasure of release spreads through my body. It’s so strong and deep, but I keep it quiet and don’t disturb Izzy.
When it’s finally over, I take a deep breath and go back to rubbing her back. My cock is still hard as a rock, and I still want to fuck her so bad I can nearly taste it. But this is enough for now.
As I lie there in a pile of pleasure, feeling her curves pressed against every inch of me, I start to drift off to sleep. Just as I’m about to succumb, I hear something that sounds like it’s coming from far away.
“You’re welcome.”
7
Izzy
“We can’t do this here. What if someone catches us?” I make no move to push him away. In fact, I bring my hands to his bare chest, running my fingers through the hair there. Lucias’s hand comes to my hair, gripping a handful and tilting my head to give him better access to my neck. I grind myself against him. I’m on top of him on one of the exam tables at the clinic, rubbing against him like I can’t get close enough.
“I’d never let that happen.” He kisses and licks my neck, giving little bites that make every part of me tingle. It feels sweet and rough at the same time, like him. Everything about him always seems to look hard, but whenever he opens his mouth, he’s always sweet. He doesn’t make sense in my head. I can’t figure him out. He looks like he could beat the hell out of a few guys and not even break a sweat, but when his eyes come to mine that’s not what I see. Sometimes they even remind me of a little puppy wanting to play, begging for attention. But Lucias’s playing wouldn’t be innocent.
The hands in my hair release, and I miss them instantly.
“Touch me,” I moan, grinding against him harder. The friction hits right against my clit. I wanted his hands on me. I’ve wanted this for so long and pushed it away. I’m going to enjoy this moment.
“I can’t.” His voice sounds strangled, almost pained, making excitement course though me. I’m making this man so needy for me, but I don’t get why he won’t touch me. He hasn’t even kissed me. It’s just another thing about Lucias that doesn’t add up.
“I’ve wanted you so long. You won’t even kiss me?” I hate how needy I sound. I like it better when he’s chasing me. It makes me feel special. Wanted.
He groans, the sound vibrating through his chest, and I swear I feel it all the way down to my core.
“Fuck, she’s going to kill me. Four years in the desert I made it, but this curvy little thing is going to be my death.” I feel the breath of his words against my neck. I turn my head, wanting his mouth, still rubbing against him.
His head turns and I get his neck. I wanted his mouth, but I’ll take this. I go at his neck like he did mine. Kissing and sucking.
“Take what you want. Use me. Get what you need, baby.”
I rock my hips, rubbing my clit up and down his erection. My nipples are harder than I’ve ever felt before. Every part of me seems to be aching.
“I ache Lucias. I need—” His hand comes down on my ass, the smack making my body go off. The orgasm rips though me as my whole body jerks with the pleasure.
“Fucking shit, shit, shit! She likes it rough,” I hear him grumble.
The sting on my ass morphs into a delicious throbbing, and that’s when my eyes fly open. I was dreaming. Or was I? I’m staring at a man’s neck. A neck that has a hickey clear as day on it.
Oh. My. God.
The night before comes flooding back. I was dreaming. Kinda. I’m not in my clinic. I was just lying on top of Lucias, riding myself to orgasm.
Slowly I pull back, like maybe if I go slowly enough he might disappear and I won’t have to die of embarrassment. But then my eyes meet his. I can’t read his look, so I choose to look away.
My eyes travel up his face to his hands, which are gripping his own hair in a tight hold that looks almost painful.
“You smacked me,” I accuse. It’s the first thing I could think of. I need to point away from the fact I did what he’d encouraged: used him for my own pleasure.
“I tried not to take advantage, but it’s hard when you got your fucking dream girl crawling all over you, asking you to touch her.” He grits the words out like he’s pissed off.
I sit all the way up, straddling his body. His own body looks tight, like every muscle is straining to remain still.