Chapter 7

Sprawled across Laura’s bed with my hands on her hips, as that shapely glistening body rose and fell above me, I was utterly at peace. In that dimness, an intense calm, the like of which I hadn’t felt in forever, swaddled me.

With shiny chestnut hair free of the ponytail and bouncing over her shoulders, she was grinning down at me as those shiny crimson nails raked along my chest. On her neck, the hickey I’d left in the restaurant’s bathroom was prominent even in the dark. I swallowed a laugh. We should have sent her ex a picture of that, at least.

“Mmm, that’s it. Such a naughty slut.” I chuckled. “Ride me.”

Yeah, I knew how to play into her secret desires. Instead of speaking, she clenched her pussy tight enough to slow her descent and pull a hiss from my shaking lips. After a hitching whimper, a soft giggle escaped her. So yes, we were made for each other. Weird, huh?

On the trip home from meeting James, our driver, an older woman from Michigan, had been much more talkative. Which was a good thing, or we’d have ended up fucking again in the back seat. Because, instead of satisfying Laura in the men’s room, I’d only lit a fuse.

And with the aroma of her syrupy juices and my oozing cum swirling into my nostrils, I’d lowered the car windows. Not that it did much good. I’m pretty sure the driver knew what was going to happen—again—very soon. As if Laura’s sliding my hand into her top wasn’t clue enough. But I only teased those sharp nipples, keeping her whimpering and pulling on the thin choker tight to her neck all the way across Virginia.

Once back in Georgetown, how we’d made it to her bed, I’ve no idea. It was a blur of flying clothes and flailing limbs as we’d stumbled, kissing and groping across the dark apartment.

And so there she was, my naughty Laura, riding me. Not at all like a wild bronco. In fact, just the opposite. But with eyes flashing at every firm press of my fingers into her languidly pumping hips, we both knew I was letting her play.

“Mmm, you like my pussy, Deke?” She slid a fingernail along my lower lip. Another quiet giggle slipped from her shaking lips. “My sexy stud of a boyfriend.”

“Yeah, I do.” She huffed as I moved my hands upward to cup her jiggling tits. No sooner had my fingertips found their heated sharp spikes amid the tiny pale triangles than a moan tore from her. “I like all of my naughty, slutty girlfriend.”

Although she started another moan, it became a curt gasp when I returned to her hips and pulled her pelvis tight to me with a loud slurp. As she swayed in my grip, her eyelashes kept pulsing wider with every throb of my trapped flesh inside her. A rapid drumbeat, her pulse was also hammering my rod.

And right then, time slowed to a halt. No matter our disparate, chaotic pasts. Mated in that dark bedroom, away from the craziness of the outside world, we’d fused into a single being. Plus, the slow drag of that glittery pink tongue over her lips as her fingertip traced my mouth told me she felt the same.

“Th-Thank you, Deke,” she whispered while prodding at my tongue with her nail. “For tonight. With James.” Another quiet laugh slipped from her. “You really ... Am I yours? You sure you can deal with me?”

“No.” When I thrust upwards with a smile, she groaned and rode my lifting hips. “But I’m willing to try.”

Of all the responses I’d expected, I was not ready when she dropped to me, shoving her moaning lips to my mouth. As our tongues played, her sharp, heated nipples scorched my chest. Inside, her slippery walls were clutching me as tight as the arms sliding around my back.

Yeah, I was lost. Her protector—sure. If she was a narcissist, then she was my horny, groaning little psycho. As those beautiful brown eyes flashed and her silken hips once more stroked, I surrendered my soul.

Soon her shuddering cries filled our rolling mouths as her sleek, warm pelvis bounced ever faster. Each time a massive wave spasmed through her, she’d thrust her shaking tongue deep. God, those white-rimmed pools stared so far into me.

At long last, she could no longer lift and crumpled into my arms. In a smear of foamy drool, her mouth fell away to send rapid, pulsing blasts of hot air across my neck. Each powerful aftershock ratcheted her spasming tunnel tighter to my still stiff rod.

“F-Fuck, Deke. How are you still ... Mmm, oh, God”—her lips shook on my skin as a tremor rippled through her sweat-slick body—”so hard. So fuckin’ huge. My pussy is so stretched. It’s all tingly, baby. Mmm, fuck.”

“Okay.”

Before she could react, I rolled us over until she was on her back. Even as her legs scrambled to wrap around my waist, I thrust deep. With her head shoved backward into the pillows, she cried out to the ceiling.

“Jesus Christ, Deke!” She gulped and slapped her hands on my arms. “Oh, yes, baby. Mmm, use me.”

“Okay,” I repeated with a chuckle.

By the time I’d filled her spasming tightness once more, the painting above the bed had surrendered to gravity amid my rapid, forceful pounding. That chunky frame landed on the ground with a muffled thump. As I grunted, shoving my bucking cockhead against the end of her clenching tunnel, she was crammed, neck bent against the shaking headboard.

But, God, how her exhausted eyes flared with each powerful jet. After my rod stopped, it was my turn to crumple exhausted into her arms. Even though our lips found each other, far too tired, our tongues only poked.

Not long after her eyelashes fluttered shut, blackness also took me away. Yeah, that night I slept the sleep of the dead.

It was almost noon when we unpeeled while groaning from bed. As much as I’d wanted to join her in the shower, after a quick exchange of glances, I let that sleek frame drift from my arms. Why? Because, despite the intense vibrations rippling through her body, her eyelids were drooping. Still wrecked, she was done. At least for a while.

Instead, I wandered into her kitchen and made coffee. Serenaded by muffled singing from the bathroom, I found myself smiling as I stepped to a set of large glass doors. While sipping the strong Java, I gazed out at her balcony. Larger than mine, it had bamboo privacy fencing tied along the railing. A pair of wooden loungers flanked a small round table.

Once more, the vision of her in the microscopic swimsuit that had left the tiny pale triangles on her sleek, shiny frame sent my cock pulsing upwards. Glittery sweat dribbling down her sunbaked ribs. Glossy lips parted just so. Perhaps fingers roaming, leaving trails in the sweat on her skin under the scorching sun. Shiny nails glistening.