decide which would be worse—having Hawk or Wally catch him buried inside Vicki. He’d prefer to have neither, so he barely allowed himself to breathe as he waited.
To Ryan’s over-heightened senses, the room seemed to reek of sex. He couldn’t believe Hawk wouldn’t smell it even from the other side of the room. He slowly, silently, lowered his weight onto Vicki, hoping that if Hawk peeked around the shelving to check on him, it would look like he was sleeping on his stomach beneath the blanket.
Yeah, right. Fat chance of Hawk believing he was just sleeping on top of Vicki, but there wasn’t much else Ryan could do without making a ton of noise and drawing more attention to them.
The small shift in weight had an unexpected result. Ryan felt the contraction of Vicki’s muscles grip his cock. Her breathing quickened. Under the blanket, she grabbed both cheeks of his ass and held him against her hard.
Vicki was starting to come. He could only hope she wasn’t loud when she did, because judging by the intense pulsing gripping his cock, it was going to be a big one.
He pressed his shoulder against her mouth and she bit down hard as her insides went wild around him. Ryan bit his own lip to keep from reacting aloud. Squeezing his eyes shut, Ryan felt every rippling contraction inside her, felt the decadently sweet pain of her teeth as they sank into his skin, all while listening to Hawk moving around on the other side of the room.
Finally, Ryan heard the door open and close. He let go of the breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding and allowed his body to do what it wanted to so badly. While Vicki still quivered around him, Ryan thrust hard and fast, plunging deep until he felt the tingle in his balls that heralded the point of no return. With a stifled shout into the pillow, he came harder than he thought possible.
Good thing they were alone, because there was no way he could remain silent during the orgasm that shook him.
It left him weak and wobbly above her. Unable to hold himself up, he collapsed, landing most of his weight on the mattress next to Vicki. They both lay there panting for what seemed like a long time, until Vicki rolled her head toward his on the pillow.
“You’re back.”
He laughed at her statement of the obvious. “Yup. Safe and sound.”
“I’m glad you’re safe. How did it go?”
This was not his normal pillow talk, but considering the time and place, he guessed it wasn’t unexpected. The blush that tinted her cheeks told him she wasn’t feeling as casual about this as the conversation let on.
“It was long, I kind of fell down a mountain and sprained my knee, but we all came home alive so it was a success.”
She frowned. “You fell down a mountain? That’s horrible. You could have been killed.”
“It sounds worse than it was. Really. I only slid about twenty feet. I’m fine.” He made light of it. There were much better things they could be talking about. Like the incredible sex.
He stroked Vicki’s face with the back of his fingers. Her expression softened and then her eyes opened wide. “You must have been exhausted when you got back, and I was in your bed. I’m so sorry.”
They’d just had the best sex he’d had in recent memory, if not ever, and she was apologizing for being in his bed?
He shook his head. “Don’t worry. Really. It’s fine.”
She winced. “But still…I’m sorry.”
An evil grin tugged at Ryan’s mouth. “Well if you’re that sorry, I’m sure I can think of a way you can make it up to me.”
His dick began to rise just from the thought. Surprise and then just plain desire showed clearly on her face. “I was going to ask if you were still tired and wanted me to leave you alone so you could sleep, but I guess the answer to that is pretty obvious.”
He let out a low growl in response and moved on top of her, prepared for another wild, toe-curling ride.
Lifting her T-shirt, he sampled one dusky nipple with his mouth. He
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