not.”
A little noise escaped, and he took it for a choked-off question so he explained. “One of the roommates is a horn dog. I’m going after condoms.” He released her, turned her, and gave a smart smack to her ass. “Now do as I say.”
He knew the house now, had mapped it out with steps and touches. Ten strides to his door. Turn left. Fifteen steps and bingo. The door to Dalton’s room. He knocked, just in case, but got no answer. He pushed into the room, felt his way over to the attached bath and dug in the lavatory drawers until he found a box filled with the requisite foil packs. He took the whole box.
Retracing his steps, he paused at the door, listening. Breathing. Hers. Measured as if she was trying to get control. Yeah, like he’d let that happen. He slipped through the door and slammed it shut. The woman on his bed squealed, but cut it off. He reminded himself to give her permission to scream when he made her come. With sure strides he was back at the bed, crawling up between her spread legs.
Running his palms up her thighs, he dipped a thumb into her pussy. Still hot, wet, and swollen. Good. He inserted two fingers, using his thumb to rub her clit. More liquid coated his hand as her body bowed up.
“What do you want?”
Her words whispered in the dark. “I want you inside me.”
“I will be.” He used his free hand to flick open the front closure of her bra then closed his fingers over first one breast then the other. “I can make you come this way. You’re primed and ready. Is that what you want? Or do you want my dick buried deep inside you?”
His hand was like magic over her skin. Under it her breast felt impossibly full, unbearably sensitive. And her heart beat like a fist pounding on a door, wanting to get out. Lost in the sensations, Cory almost couldn’t answer. She should feel…used somehow. She’d never been dominated like this, wasn’t sure she even liked it, but her sexual experience was far from extensive enough to define any proclivities she might actually have.
Her inner muscles clenched around the smooth slide of his fingers and pressure built inside her, pressure she wanted—no needed to release before she lost her mind.
“I’m waiting.”
Waiting? Waiting for what? Oh, yes. He’d asked her something. A question. “You,” she whispered through dry lips. “I want you.”
“Then you’ll have me. Put the condom on my dick.”
She did as she was told, though she had to use her teeth to rip the package open, and her trembling fingers fumbled as they first touched him. She managed to fit the condom over his glans and roll it down the thick length of his penis to circle the base. Cory couldn’t help herself. She touched his sac, and grew bolder at his hissed intake of breath. She cupped his scrotum in her hand, amazed at the soft skin surrounding the hard testicles enclosed inside.
“Fuck, babe,” he growled. “Hands on the headboard. Now!”
Duke felt the bed move, figured she was doing as told. He found her legs, made sure they were spread wide. He dipped fingers into her again. She was so fucking wet. For him. He couldn’t stand it any longer. He fitted the head of his dick against her and pushed in. She gasped, but he leaned over her and swallowed the sound with a kiss.
She felt so damn good surrounding him. He pumped his hips, sliding in and out of her, elbows and forearms braced on either side of her shoulders.
The hair on his chest abraded her skin, and her nipples liked the feeling. A lot. Cory gripped the bars of the headboard until her knuckles ached. Close. She was so close to something spectacular. Arching her back and curling her hips to match his strokes, she forced air into her lungs. She felt like she might pass out and that would so not be a good thing. She wanted to experience every moment of this, imprint it on her memory, her heart, her very soul.
Duke stopped mid-stroke as her scent slammed him with a sense of déjà vu. His fingers
A little noise escaped, and he took it for a choked-off question so he explained. “One of the roommates is a horn dog. I’m going after condoms.” He released her, turned her, and gave a smart smack to her ass. “Now do as I say.”
He knew the house now, had mapped it out with steps and touches. Ten strides to his door. Turn left. Fifteen steps and bingo. The door to Dalton’s room. He knocked, just in case, but got no answer. He pushed into the room, felt his way over to the attached bath and dug in the lavatory drawers until he found a box filled with the requisite foil packs. He took the whole box.
Retracing his steps, he paused at the door, listening. Breathing. Hers. Measured as if she was trying to get control. Yeah, like he’d let that happen. He slipped through the door and slammed it shut. The woman on his bed squealed, but cut it off. He reminded himself to give her permission to scream when he made her come. With sure strides he was back at the bed, crawling up between her spread legs.
Running his palms up her thighs, he dipped a thumb into her pussy. Still hot, wet, and swollen. Good. He inserted two fingers, using his thumb to rub her clit. More liquid coated his hand as her body bowed up.
“What do you want?”
Her words whispered in the dark. “I want you inside me.”
“I will be.” He used his free hand to flick open the front closure of her bra then closed his fingers over first one breast then the other. “I can make you come this way. You’re primed and ready. Is that what you want? Or do you want my dick buried deep inside you?”
His hand was like magic over her skin. Under it her breast felt impossibly full, unbearably sensitive. And her heart beat like a fist pounding on a door, wanting to get out. Lost in the sensations, Cory almost couldn’t answer. She should feel…used somehow. She’d never been dominated like this, wasn’t sure she even liked it, but her sexual experience was far from extensive enough to define any proclivities she might actually have.
Her inner muscles clenched around the smooth slide of his fingers and pressure built inside her, pressure she wanted—no needed to release before she lost her mind.
“I’m waiting.”
Waiting? Waiting for what? Oh, yes. He’d asked her something. A question. “You,” she whispered through dry lips. “I want you.”
“Then you’ll have me. Put the condom on my dick.”
She did as she was told, though she had to use her teeth to rip the package open, and her trembling fingers fumbled as they first touched him. She managed to fit the condom over his glans and roll it down the thick length of his penis to circle the base. Cory couldn’t help herself. She touched his sac, and grew bolder at his hissed intake of breath. She cupped his scrotum in her hand, amazed at the soft skin surrounding the hard testicles enclosed inside.
“Fuck, babe,” he growled. “Hands on the headboard. Now!”
Duke felt the bed move, figured she was doing as told. He found her legs, made sure they were spread wide. He dipped fingers into her again. She was so fucking wet. For him. He couldn’t stand it any longer. He fitted the head of his dick against her and pushed in. She gasped, but he leaned over her and swallowed the sound with a kiss.
She felt so damn good surrounding him. He pumped his hips, sliding in and out of her, elbows and forearms braced on either side of her shoulders.
The hair on his chest abraded her skin, and her nipples liked the feeling. A lot. Cory gripped the bars of the headboard until her knuckles ached. Close. She was so close to something spectacular. Arching her back and curling her hips to match his strokes, she forced air into her lungs. She felt like she might pass out and that would so not be a good thing. She wanted to experience every moment of this, imprint it on her memory, her heart, her very soul.
Duke stopped mid-stroke as her scent slammed him with a sense of déjà vu. His fingers
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