Paul
He knew what it was.
She did too.
Leftover adrenaline coursed through him, but it was the lust filling her eyes that had his cock at full attention. Harper wasn’t his type with the tattoos, a crazy ex, and a biker daddy, but there was something about the way she smiled. It made his balls tingle.
The sexual tension radiated between them and thickened the already humid air.
Fuck it.
He reached forward and entangled his fingers in her hair. Jerking her toward him, his lips hovered over hers.
Her breath hitched, but she didn’t fight him.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” Paul whispered.
This was the last bit of restraint he had. He clung to it for dear life, waiting for her response. If she told him to stop, he would. It was her call.
Harper
Holy fucking shit.
“What are you going to do about it?” She couldn’t help but challenge him.
This went from zero to one hundred sixty-five quick. When he grabbed her, she swooned and her heart raced. His lips crashed down against hers, fueling the fire between her thighs.
She funneled every bit of frustration, rage, and betrayal she felt toward Dwight into groping Paul. If she was going to do this, she should do it right. She sought the button of his jeans.
His kisses drifted from her lips to her neck, where he nipped and sucked. He didn’t bother with the fly of her jean shorts. Instead, he forced them down.
“Turn,” he ordered.
She did as he commanded. Sex with Paul was a horrendous choice for a multitude of reasons. None of which were worth exploring. She was all in with this bad decision.
He gripped her hips and yanked them against him. The aggressive gesture sent chills straight through to her pussy. To stop herself from falling, she reached forward and grabbed the pole holding up a shelving unit.
The length of his thick shaft slid along the slickness of her sex. He wasn’t even inside her yet and she moaned.
“Do you have a condom?” she asked.
“Yeah,” he rasped.
His thick fingers delved into the moisture of her folds until he found her sensitive clit as he twisted his pelvis away from her ass.
He dipped two fingers into her channel as a wrapper tore. She gasped, her knees shook, and she clung to that pole for dear life. He pumped his digits in and out. She pushed back against him. They gained a rhythm. Panting, she climbed to higher and higher states of arousal.
As she was on the precipice of release, he withdrew.
“What the fuck?” She glared over her shoulder.
Wearing the most devious of grins, he stuck his glistening fingers into his mouth.
“Yum,” he murmured.
Fuckin’ A.
He slapped her hips and she groaned. The delicious sting tingled her skin as he tugged her back. When his cock plunged into her, fireworks exploded throughout her body. Without an ounce of tenderness or restraint, he buried his dick balls deep and pummeled her pussy furiously.
He fucked her in the purest sense of the word. The most delicious experience of her life.
Quick and dirty. Soon, he swelled and exploded.
She let out a heavy breath. Even though she hadn’t gotten off, it’d been satisfying in a different way. This was exactly what she needed. Her vibrator would finish the job when she got home.
Slapping her bare ass, he lifted her. Startled, she couldn’t help but squeak as he turned and plopped her down on a box of laundry detergent. Apparently, he wasn’t done.
While she panted, he yanked her shorts farther down her legs until they slipped over her ankles and landed on the floor.
He wrenched her thighs apart and knelt between them before he buried his face in her sex. He lapped at her sore lower lips and dipped his fingers into her.
“Oh my God,” she gasped.
She ran her fingers through his hair and gripped the short spikes as he swirled his tongue around her clit.
One. Two. Three. Good Lord, she felt full.
He pistoned three fingers in and out of her and curled them upward with each thrust. Harper clawed at the boxes. She could taste colors.
Never had anyone sought her orgasm as aggressively as Paul. Running his teeth over her clit made her see stars. When he wiggled his fingers inside her, her legs quaked.
Biting her lips together, she kept her scream inside. They were at work. She couldn’t be a howling hyena, no matter how well Paul licked her.
Harper’s release ripped through her. Her body shook like a magnitude 9 earthquake. It shattered her existence.