8. Erik #3
I push her underwear down her thighs and she kicks them away.
I slide two fingers inside her pussy and curl them forward, stroking the front wall until her grip tightens on my shoulder and her head tips back.
She's snug around my fingers, warm and getting wetter with every stroke.
When I press my thumb against her clit at the same time, she makes a noise against my neck that I want to hear again at every possible volume.
"You're soaked." I keep my fingers moving inside her while I watch her face.
"Your fault." She opens her eyes long enough to glare at me, which loses some of its edge when I curl my fingers again and her mouth falls open.
I guide her onto the bed with my free hand. She follows without breaking contact, settling against the pillows while I pull my trousers and briefs off. She looks down my body and wraps her hand around my cock before I can join her.
Her grip is firm and confident. She strokes me root to tip, smearing the moisture already gathering at the head, and my hips push into her fist before I can stop the reaction. She does it again, slower, with her thumb circling beneath the crown.
I catch her wrist gently. "If you keep doing that, this ends sooner than either of us wants."
"That sounds like your problem." Rowan squeezes once, and my cock throbs against her palm.
"It becomes yours very quickly."
Her answer is to spread her thighs and pull me between them.
I settle over her and feel the heat of her pussy against the underside of my shaft before I've even aligned us.
She rolls her hips once, dragging her wet slit along my length, and the friction nearly undoes every second of restraint I've built tonight.
I reach between us, position myself at her entrance, and push inside her slowly.
She takes every inch of me with her legs wrapping around my waist, drawing me deeper until I'm fully seated and her pussy grips my cock from base to tip.
The warmth of her surrounds me completely, and I hold still for a moment because moving immediately would end this embarrassingly fast.
Rowan watches me the entire time. Tonight there is no fury to hide behind, and when she wants a different angle, she tells me instead of making me guess.
"Deeper." She tilts her hips, and the shift lets me slide another fraction inside her.
I pull back slowly and thrust forward, setting a rhythm that builds instead of rushes.
She meets every stroke, lifting her hips to take me at the angle she wants while her fingers dig into my back.
Her pussy clenches around me each time I bottom out, and the wet sound of our bodies meeting fills the room between her breathing and mine.
I reach between us and stroke her clit while I move inside her. She gasps, and her legs tighten around me.
"Right there." Her voice drops. "Keep doing that."
I keep the same rhythm, circling her clit with steady pressure while I fuck her with deep, measured strokes. Her breathing turns ragged. She pulls me down for a kiss that tastes like urgency, and I swallow the moan she makes when I increase the pressure on her clit.
"I'm close." She breaks the kiss to breathe.
I thrust harder without losing the rhythm, keeping my fingers working between us.
Her back arches off the mattress, and she comes with my name against my mouth.
Her pussy clamps around my cock in rhythmic pulses, squeezing me so tightly that the control I've been holding since we entered the room fractures completely.
Two more strokes and I bury myself inside her. The orgasm takes me hard enough that I lose my breath against her neck, spilling deep while her pussy continues to pulse around me.
I move onto my side so nothing presses near her arm. Rowan turns with me until her knee rests against my leg, then traces one finger across my shoulder.
"You're quieter tonight."
"I'm always quiet."
"Usually it looks deliberate." Rowan continues tracing the same short path while she studies me.
I look at her. "What does this look like?"
"Temporary competence." She considers the answer for another second before smiling.
"That's generous."
"I'm having a vulnerable evening."
I laugh, and she moves closer.
A knock hits the bedroom door at two in the morning. Rowan reaches for the sheet while I get out of bed and pull on my trousers.
"If Peter wants to discuss medical billing now, I'm reconsidering the partnership."
"It'll be Makari." I fasten my trousers and head for the door.
"That doesn't improve the odds." Rowan is already reaching for her clothes when I open it.
Makari stands in the hallway with his phone in one hand. Whatever argument he was having with Harper an hour ago is gone from his manner.
"What happened?" I step into the hall.
"Rowan's apartment was entered between nine and midnight." Makari looks past me when she gets out of bed and starts dressing.
She pulls her shirt over her head before coming closer. "Was the lock forced?"
"No." Makari turns the phone toward us. "The lock's intact."
Rowan stops beside me. "What's missing?"
Makari enlarges one of the photographs. Empty shelves fill the screen where Jeremy's boxes used to sit.
"Every file box her father left behind is gone." He looks at Rowan. "Whoever entered used a key."