Chapter Twenty-Three #2
When I was so close to coming I felt the fire licking along my spine, Braden seemed to remember the mission. He climbed his way up, kissing me hard as he hiked my thigh up around his hip and reached down to position himself at my entrance.
“Condom,” he managed, barely restrained.
“Fuck it.”
“Em,” he cursed. And yes, my name was absolutely a curse as he dropped his forehead to mine.
“I have an IUD and I know we were both tested for the season. Besides, I’m not having sex with anyone else. Are you?”
He swallowed at that, shaking his head. “Not in years,” he confessed. “Which works out well for this first item on the list because I’m not going to last long.”
“Me either,” I breathed, and then I kissed him harder, holding onto him tightly and urging him inside me with a press of my sock-covered heel against his ass.
He answered with a groan, his tip sliding inside me, and with one full, hard flex, he answered on his promise.
He bottomed out.
I hissed at the sudden sensation, the burn of stretching mixed with the desperate pleasure I felt at finally having him inside me.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“I’d be better if you made me come.”
He smirked against my lips, leaning up just enough to work himself out of me and back in while we both watched.
“Fuck, that’s so hot,” I breathed. “Take your hoodie off.”
Somehow, he managed to do it without coming out of me, balancing on one arm and then the next to fight out of the fabric. I raked my nails down his abdomen when it was free, savoring the hard muscle that was keyed up as he fucked me harder.
It was sinful, the way my sweater was split, his abs constricting, cock disappearing between my legs. I thought of a million ways I wanted to take him, how I wanted to watch him fuck me in every position that existed.
But right now, all I wanted was to come. I needed it. I was so desperate it was all my brain could fixate on.
I reached down, fingers finding my clit before I started rubbing slow, methodical circles.
“Fuck yes, Em. Touch yourself for me. Come on my cock. I want to feel this sweet pussy clenching me tight.”
I moaned, closing my eyes and surrendering to the feel of him, of my hand, of this night.
But it was my non-dominant hand, and the more I tried, the more frustrated I became. I couldn’t touch myself the right way, couldn’t get the right rhythm.
“Fuck,” I whispered, a mixture of need and frustration.
That was all it took for Braden to slap my hand out of the way, and then it was his fingers there, all four of them, pressing and circling quick as his cock slid in and out, deeper and faster, his body shaking with the effort.
“Yes, yes,” I breathed, my climax building. “Like that. Don’t stop.”
“Fuck, I’m going to come,” he warned. “Get there, Em.”
Just hearing him say he was with me was all I needed.
I came in a burst of moans, my body seizing, fingers curling in the sheets and ripping them from the corner of my bed.
Braden came as soon as he felt me, but he didn’t let up.
He kept that punishing pace like he was more set on making sure I finished riding my own climax than he was worried about his.
Our moans danced together, a sparkling numbness taking me over. I couldn’t stop coming, not with his hand working on me, not with his groans muffled in my neck.
“Fuck, you’re still going,” he said, his fingers working harder as I screamed and writhed. “Such a fucking dirty girl. Such a needy little cunt.”
That spawned me on more, and by the time I finally felt my climax subside, it was all I could do to melt into the bed like a limp noodle.
“Oh, my God,” I breathed, covering my face with my left hand. I peeked through my fingers and found a smirking Braden, still moving inside me, his cock slick and softening. I smiled back at him. “I would be embarrassed if I wasn’t so impressed.”
“That was quite an orgasm.”
“Took you long enough to give it to me.”
He barked out a laugh, winding his hand that had been working my clit around to my ass to give it a playful smack. Gently, he rolled off of me, pulling me into his side all while being mindful of my arm.
“You okay?” he asked, hand hovering over my cast without touching it.
“I’m fine. Pulsing for round two, but otherwise fine.”
He chuckled, kissing my hair. “Let me clean you up.”
I laid there while he rolled out of bed and into my en suite. He smiled as he looked around for a washcloth before holding it under the faucet. When he returned, he wiped that warm cloth between my thighs and I nearly came again just from that.
“Are you second guessing?” I asked, watching his brows furrow together as he palmed between my legs with the cloth.
The corner of his mouth tilted, and I let myself take in the sight of him in that moment — hair mussed from my hands, body slick with sweat, mouth still a bit wet at the edges from tasting me.
“I should be,” he said, voice low. “But if anything, I’m surer than I was before.”
“So… we’re in this?”
“I’m in if you are.”
A smile split my face. “Our little secret.”
I held out my pinky, doing a little dance as Braden rolled his eyes and hooked his little finger around mine.
I felt my heart aching in protest when we hooked, like it knew something I didn’t.
Like it was already reaching for something I hadn’t agreed to give.
I swallowed it down, tucking it somewhere deep and quiet.
This was simple, our little arrangement. Fun and carefree and without expectation.
It had to be.
Or risking our jobs would be the least of our worries.