Skylar
My hand shakes as I cautiously turn the latch on the bathroom door and slip inside.
The frantic thumping of my heart kicks up several notches when I see a disheveled-looking Memphis standing in front of the mirror…his big hand splayed over the large bulge in his jeans.
“Occupied,” he bites out, pinning me with a glare that would send most people running for cover.
“It’s a good thing they invented this neat thing called a lock then, huh?”
A muscle in his jaw tics. “What the fuck do you want?”
Locking the door behind me, I lean against it. “You.”
My blood heats as those dark eyes roam over every inch of my body, taking in my tiny silk sleep shorts and tank top.
My puckered nipples and flushed skin.
“You should leave.”
That would be the smart—and moral—thing to do.
But I’m tired of being the good girl.
“You’re right. I should.” Growing bold, I wedge myself between him and the sink. “But I don’t think either of us want that.”
He doesn’t respond, but I don’t miss the flash of hunger in his expression before his indignation returns…as though he’s fighting an internal war.
One he’s going to lose.
Leaning in, I press my palm to his chest. His heart is beating even faster than mine. “Did you fuck her?”
His nostrils flare as he zeros in on my hand, yet he doesn’t pull away. “That’s none of your damn business.”
We’re going to have to agree to disagree about that.
I walk my fingers down his sculpted stomach. “Did she touch you?”
His abs clench as I continue traveling south. “Yes.”
Both his hostile tone and response are designed to put me in my place. Reduce me to nothing.
Which means I’ve not only gotten under his skin…
I’ve penetrated his armor.
Refusing to relinquish what little control I’ve gained, I drag my nail down the length of his zipper. His cock swells, straining against the metal. “With her hands?”
“Her mouth.”
Jealousy stabs behind my breastbone…until I remind myself that not only is he still hard, it seemed like he was getting ready to take matters into his own hands when I walked in.
“I wonder what happened then…” Rising on my tiptoes, I brush my lips along the shell of his ear and cup his erection. “Since she obviously didn’t finish the job.”
But I will.
His lids grow heavy when I sink to my knees. “Sky—”
“Tell me you don’t want me.”
Lust mingled with animosity spreads across his face, but the words never leave his mouth.
Forging ahead, I pop open the button on his jeans and tug down his zipper. His impressive cock springs out, slapping against his abdomen.
Shooting him a sassy smile, I wrap my hand around his base. “Were you this hard for her?”
The muscles of his throat flex and he stares at my mouth like a man starved.
He’s so close to caving I can taste it.
Provoking him further, I press my lips to the wide, shiny head, giving it a gentle kiss. “Did she do this to you?”
Dark brows draw together, and he exhales sharply.
Come on, Memphis. Admit it.
I circle his crown with the tip of my tongue, tasting the salty liquid. “Did she make you feel this good?”
When he doesn’t answer, I tongue the slit of his crown, lapping up more of the milky precum.
A low grunt leaves him, and he braces a hand against the wall, his armor weakening.
And then I hear it.
“No.”
Rewarding him for his honesty, I close my mouth and give him a languid suck.
“Fuck,” he groans, grabbing the sink behind me.
Peering up, I squeeze his balls and lick the throbbing vein spanning his shaft, intentionally taunting him again.
His chiseled features twist and a frustrated growl leaves him before he replaces my hand with his and goes still.
When I try to resume, he pulls away.
“What the hell?”
The tendons in his hand flex as he gives himself a slow jerk and rubs his glistening head along my lips, painting them with his precum. “Quit teasing and suck it.”
His gravelly tone and the vulgar command make me slick between my thighs.
Unable to hold back, I open my mouth and suck him with everything I have.
Raw hunger slashes his gorgeous face. “Sky.”
Only this time it doesn’t sound like a threat.
It sounds like a plea.
One I’m more than happy to oblige.
My eyes water as I gag on his dick, taking as much of him as I can.
Winding my ponytail around his fist, he drives his hips into my face. “Christ.” His grip on my hair tightens. “That’s it. Show me how much you missed the taste of my cock.”
A low, desperate sound rumbles in his chest as I suck him deeper and deeper, triggering tears to stream down my cheeks and saliva to dribble down my chin.
And that’s when the last bit of his armor shatters.
Without warning, he hoists me off the floor. I gasp when he sets me on the sink and positions himself between my thighs.
“Memph—”
He bites and sucks the column of my throat, making me shiver.
“You wanted my dick so bad…” Pushing my shorts and panties to the side, he drags his head through my pussy, coating himself with my slickness.
Just when I think I’m going to pass out from anticipation and desire, he moves his hips, filling me in a single harsh thrust that makes me cry out. “Now take it.”
The moan that emanates from me is so loud and desperate it’s embarrassing.
A calloused hand slams over my mouth, silencing me. “You don’t want him to hear how much you love my cock, do you?”
My belly clenches and white-hot arousal punches through me with a force that makes me dizzy.
He withdraws before driving back inside. Hard.
“Maybe he should.” His low grunts and the sound of our skin slapping together fills the small space. “This way he can hear what it sounds like when you enjoy it.”
Oh god. His threat should spark some panic, but it turns me on even more.
Memphis, too…because the fingers of his free hand dig into my hip and he ruts into me like an animal in the wild.
My ass hits the faucet with every savage thrust. I rock my hips, matching each one until he’s buried so deep it’s both pleasure and pain.
Eyes blazing, he picks up his pace. “You still get so fucking wet for me.”
Yes, I do.
I whimper, digging my nails into his shoulders. I knew it would feel amazing, but I didn’t realize it would feel world tipped on its axis amazing.
Like coming up for that first breath of air when you’ve been suffocating.
Tightening his hand around my hip, he buries his face in my neck, inhaling me. “You’re dripping down my balls, Sky.” Sharp teeth nip my skin. “Dirty girl.”
His dirty girl.
“Your little cunt—”
A knock on the door cuts him off.
“Go away,” Memphis barks.
“I have to take a piss,” Phoenix whines.
Memphis fucks me harder, causing my pleasure to build and build. A tremble runs through me, and I bite his hand, letting him know I’m close. It’s been so long since I’ve had an orgasm that wasn’t self-induced.
If he stops, I might die…but not before I kill Phoenix.
“Not. My. Fucking. Problem,” Memphis snarls between thrusts, the muscles in his body straining as he grips my ass.
His dark stare locks with mine and those irresistible lips curve. “Eyes on me.”
I couldn’t take them off him if I tried.
His next few strokes hit me right where I need it, generating an orgasm so severe I claw his back like a feral cat, my moans muffled by his palm.
“That’s it,” he rasps as I clench and squeeze. “Cream my cock like a good girl.”
Holy hell. His filthy mouth only makes my climax that much more intense.
A moment later he joins me.
I can’t help but stare in awe as pleasure moves across his gorgeous face and his body flexes, those sensual lips parting on a ragged groan as he comes.
We catch our breaths for a few moments before dismantling.
Grinning, I adjust my panties and shorts. “Does this mean we’re friends?”
The kind with benefits.
My heart drops when his expression shuts down, that familiar impassive mask slipping back into place.
“No.”
Without another word, he moves past me and walks out.