Chapter 12 — The Dress Comes Off #3
Penny watched me fuck her with the same fierce concentration she'd brought to every room she'd ever controlled.
Except now the room was gone. No audience.
No party. No college friends. No jealous guy with bad ideas.
Only her eyes on the place where my body entered hers, her lower lip caught between her teeth, her hand sliding down to press over her own stomach like she could feel how deep I was.
"I can feel you there," she whispered.
"Yeah?"
"So deep." Her voice shook. "Every time."
I slowed enough to make her feel it. All the way out, until the head of my cock caught at her entrance and her hips lifted in protest. All the way back in, thick and slow, her pussy taking me inch by inch while her nails scraped my shoulders.
"Again," she said.
I gave it to her again.
And again.
By the fourth time, the polished words were gone. She was making sounds now, soft broken moans that rose in pitch every time I bottomed out. I hooked one of her legs higher against my side, opening her more, and the new angle made her whole body jerk.
"Yes," she gasped. "Harder."
"Already giving orders?"
"Always."
I gave her harder.
The bed answered. So did she. Wet sounds, skin against skin, her nails on my back, my mouth at her throat. She tilted her hips and I hit a spot that made her eyes go wide.
"There," she said. "There. Luke, right there."
I kept that angle until her words broke apart.
Her hands slid down my back to my ass, pulling me deeper. Penny didn't lie there and receive. She took. Matched. Demanded. The polished girl from the party was gone, or maybe this was the truest version of her, the one who had been waiting under every perfect dress and dry little comment.
I caught both her wrists and pinned them above her head.
Her eyes flashed.
"Oh," she breathed.
"Too much?"
"Don't you dare."
So I held her there and fucked her like that, wrists trapped in one hand, her body stretched beneath mine, breasts bouncing with every thrust, thighs open, pussy soaked around my cock.
She fought the hold because she liked fighting it.
Not to get away. To feel me keep her there.
To feel the contrast between all that public poise and the private fact of my hand around her wrists while I drove into her hard enough to make the headboard complain.
"This what you wanted?" I asked.
"Yes."
"All night?"
"Longer."
"How much longer?"
Her mouth opened. Closed. Then she laughed once, breathless and filthy.
"Since you told me I looked nice in that white sundress at the Fourth of July cookout three years ago and then spent twenty minutes not looking at my ass."
I nearly lost the rhythm.
"You remember that?"
"I remember everything you tried not to do."
Then she rolled her hips under me and stole the air out of my lungs.
"I love you," she said, sudden and ragged.
My rhythm faltered.
She caught my face. "I know you know. I need to say it while you're inside me."
Something in my chest caved.
"I love you too. God, Pen, I love you so fucking much."
Then I kissed her and fucked her like the words had opened another door.
Penny came first with my mouth on hers and my hand between us, thumb circling her clit while I drove into her. Her pussy clamped down so hard I saw white at the edge of my vision. She arched, shaking, a broken cry muffled against my lips, slick heat spilling around my cock.
I held still for one brutal second.
"Don't stop," she pleaded. "Please don't stop."
So I didn't.
I rolled us, taking her with me, and she ended up on top, thighs bracketing my hips, hands braced on my chest. My cock stayed buried inside her through the shift. Her eyes went wide, then dark.
"Oh," she breathed.
"Ride me."
Penny smiled like I had given her exactly the part she had been waiting for.
She moved slowly at first, hands on my chest, lifting until only the head stayed inside her, then sinking back down with a wet, tight slide that made both of us groan.
Her breasts swayed with the movement. Her hair fell over one shoulder.
Lamplight caught the sweat on her skin. She looked down at me like she wanted to burn the sight into memory.
This was where she changed.
Not into someone else. Into more of herself.
The first few strokes were careful because she was learning me from above, learning how much pressure made my jaw lock, how fast she could move before my hands tightened on her hips, how deep she could take me before the pleasure crossed her face in a bright helpless flash.
Then she found it. Found the rhythm. Found the angle that rubbed her clit against me while my cock drove up into her.
Penny's smile went wicked.
"There you are," she said.
"Me?"
"The look." She rolled her hips and watched my eyes almost close. "The one where you stop being reasonable."
"I was never reasonable."
"Liar."
She rode me harder, and the lie became impossible to defend.
"You like watching me?" she asked.
"I love watching you."
"Good." She rolled her hips. "Because I want you to remember exactly what I look like when I'm taking your cock."
There were sentences men weren't built to survive.
Penny rode me harder. The slap of her ass against my thighs got louder, the wet sound obscene, the bed rocking under us. I grabbed her hips and helped her move, then slid one hand up to her breast and the other down to where we were joined.
My thumb found her clit again.
Her rhythm staggered.
"Luke."
"Again."
"I can't."
"You can."
She did.
The second orgasm hit her like a wave that had been building behind the first. Her head fell back, throat exposed, hands clawing at my chest. Her pussy locked around me, pulsing, milking, dragging me right to the edge.
I didn't let her fall away from it.
I kept my thumb on her clit and fucked up into her while she shook, riding the aftershocks until the pleasure turned messy and desperate. Her thighs trembled around my hips. Slick ran down my shaft to my balls. She tried to slow down, overwhelmed, but my hands found her ass and kept her moving.
"Too much," she gasped.
"Good too much or bad too much?"
Her nails dug into my chest.
"Good. So fucking good."
I sat up before either of us could lose the thread.
I sat up and pulled her against me, still inside her, her knees on either side of my hips. She wrapped her arms around my neck. We were face to face then, breath to breath, her body grinding down on mine while I thrust up into her.
This wasn't the party. Not the photos. Not the boyfriend claim in front of people who didn't understand what they were seeing.
This was Penny in my lap, naked and shaking, taking me as deep as she could get me while my house held the women who loved us downstairs.
I held her by the back of the neck and kissed her while I fucked her from underneath.
Not pretty now. Not staged. Her forehead bumped mine, our teeth clicked once, and she laughed into my mouth because even ruined, Penny Rourke could still find the comedy in being demolished.
Then my next thrust hit deep enough to wipe the laugh clean off her face.
"There," she whimpered. "God, Luke. Right there. Don't stop."
"I'm not stopping."
"Harder."
I gave her harder, both hands under her ass now, lifting her and pulling her down at the same time.
Her breasts dragged against my chest. Her pussy made a wet, obscene sound every time she swallowed me to the root.
I could feel the next orgasm building in her before she could say it, the flutter starting deep around my cock, the way her thighs tightened, the way her breath got shorter and sharper.
"You're close again."
"I can't be."
"You are."
"Then make me."
That sentence went straight through every restraint I had left.
"I want you to come inside me," she whispered.
"Penny."
"I want it. I want to feel it. I want to know it's you when I wake up."
My control snapped.
I lifted her, turned her under me, and drove into her with everything I had left. She cried out, legs locking around my waist, nails raking down my back. I fucked her hard and deep and messy, chasing the edge while she clung to me like she had no interest in ever letting go.
The pressure built low and violent. My balls drew tight. Penny felt it because her eyes opened and fixed on mine.
"Come," she said. "Give it to me."
I buried myself to the root and came so hard my whole body seized.
The first pulse hit like a punch. Then another. Then another. Hot cum flooded into her while she came again around me, smaller but sharp, her pussy squeezing every spurt out of me. She moaned my name into my mouth and held me there, legs locked, arms tight, taking all of it.
I kept moving through the last of it because I couldn't stop. Slow, grinding thrusts that pushed my cum deeper and made Penny shudder each time.
When I finally collapsed beside her, I took her with me, rolling us to our sides without pulling out. Our bodies stuck together with sweat and mess. Cum leaked where we were still joined, slicking her thigh and mine.
Penny laughed into my shoulder.
It was shaky. Wrecked. Happy.
"That," she said, "wasn't polite."
I tried to answer and got air.
She kissed my jaw. "Good."
***
The sheets were ruined.
So were we, in the best possible sense.
Penny lay half on top of me, one thigh thrown over my leg, cheek pressed to my chest. My cock had slipped out of her, but not by much, and the mess between us made both of us too aware of exactly what had happened.
Sweat cooling on skin. Cum on her thighs.
A streak of it on my stomach where she had shifted.
The scarlet dress lay on the floor near the bed, bright and abandoned, less like clothing now and more like evidence.
Penny traced a lazy circle on my ribs.
"I should have worn that dress months ago."
"I'd have died months ago."
"But what a lovely funeral."
I laughed, and she smiled against my chest.