Chapter 35 Don’t Moan
I placed a gentle hand around Rina’s mouth and moved my hips forward as I thrust into her from behind. “I can’t believe I’m saying this,” I whispered in her ear, “but don’t you dare moan. Unless you want him to hear us, that is.”
She lifted her ass and rocked against me, making me groan.
God, her pussy felt so good wrapped around my aching cock.
I pushed into her harder, and she let out a broken moan – one that made me grin. “I thought I asked you to stay quiet,” I told her.
I heard murmuring from outside her bedroom door, which made me pick up my pace.
Rina widened her legs further for me, and when I all but pumped into her heat, our skin slapped together.
When Mr. Ribeiro had come to check in on me and the crew a few minutes ago, I’d silently asked Taron to keep him busy so that I could slip out of the storeroom and into Rina’s room.
She’d just walked out of the bathroom after freshening up when I’d entered.
Our eyes had met, and she’d all but ran over to me.
I’d only just managed to lock her door before our lips had met, and then, I’d turned her around, shoved my jeans down, lifted her t-shirt dress up, and hastily put a condom on before sliding into her.
Not being able to have her for five days had left me mad with want, so my haste in wanting to be inside her again was natural enough.
She whimpered softly, pulling me out of my thoughts.
“Rina…” I rasped against the back of her neck as I fucked her. I pulled my hand away from her mouth and brought it down to her pussy. “Shh.” I began circling a finger over and around her hardened clit, and earned a gasp from her in return.
I could hear Taron talking to Mr. Ribeiro – most probably stalling on my behalf – but I couldn’t make out the words they were exchanging.
Not that I cared, given how occupied I was.
Rina palmed my ass and pushed me further against her, and I wrapped the fingers of my free hand around her throat before turning her face to mine.
Her eyes were glazed over; her hair was a mess above her head. I could smell the sweat on her flushed skin, mixed with something sweet – her moisturizer, maybe. She tasted like mint and insanity as I kissed her, slid my tongue into her mouth, and swallowed another one of her silky moans.
Taron’s voice filtered into the room, so Rina began rocking back against me harder.
I felt my balls tighten at the increased pressure. “Are you close?” I asked her as I continued to rub my fingers over her clit.
She nodded.
I kissed her again, hard enough to make her groan. She clenched around me, arched her back against my chest, and fisted my hair in a vise grip as she came.
Charged by the pain in my scalp, paired with her lips on mine and the thrill of knowing that we could run out of time at any given second, I placed both my hands on Rina’s waist and pushed into her as I orgasmed.
I shook a little at the intensity, then sighed when Rina let go of my hair and smiled lazily at me.
“I always think you’re as hot as the Indian summers,” I panted against her mouth, “but Christ, woman, you’re even hotter after you’ve been thoroughly fucked. Satiation is a good look on you.” I slowly pulled out of her and turned her around so that I could see her better.
Her t-shirt dress slid down her thighs in the process, and she chuckled as she wrapped her arms around my neck.
The outside murmuring came to a stop.
Rina and I stared at each other as we waited to see what happened next. Then, a few heartbeats later, the sound of three consecutive staccato knocks filled the silence, and I let go of a relieved breath.
“It’s Taron,” I told Rina.
She relaxed and stepped back, then pressed a chaste kiss on my lips before signing, That was so good.
I grinned. “Try mind-blowing,” I said, then pointed at the bathroom. “Be back in a few.”
She nodded.
I quickly trashed the condom, cleaned up, and fixed my clothes. When I walked over to Rina again, she smiled and let me kiss her until we were both out of breath.
“Let’s watch a movie together later,” I told her. “Preferably not a Pokémon one, though.”
She laughed and signed, Okay.
With another kiss, I opened her bedroom door and walked out as quickly as I’d entered.
I’d only just stepped into the storeroom, when Taron turned from where he was tiling a section of the wall, and faced me before saying, “You owe me, asshole.”
I raised my hands in front of me. “I know, I know.” I then gave him a brief once-over. “Though, I can’t believe you managed to deal with Mr. Ribeiro for longer than two minutes. He would never willingly spend that much time with me.”
Taron rolled his eyes and threw the trowel he was holding, on the floor, before walking over to me.
“First of all: he likes me. I think. Second of all: even I wouldn’t willingly spend that much time with you, and I’m your brother.
And third of all: you smell of sex, so you better stay the hell away from me. ”
Greg and Paul laughed at that, but one glare from me shut them up.
“So, the next time you try to use another one of the slang words you learn from Sienna, on me, I’ll just remind you of everything you just said to me,” I told my brother.
“I’ll use my slang on Miguel instead.”
I scoffed. “He already thinks you don’t have a brain. You acting like a bearded version of Sienna is only going to solidify his claim.”
Taron narrowed his eyes at me. “Did I, or did I not, just buy you time to have a quickie with your girl?”
I put my tongue to my cheek as I looked at him. “What we did in there is our business, and our business only.”
Taron rolled his eyes. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to ask you to give me a play-by-play. I’d rather get my balls waxed than hear you tell me about your sexcapade.”
“I wasn’t even offering…” When he sneered at me, I chuckled and said, “Look, I’m really grateful for your help, man. Mr. Ribeiro isn’t an easy man to fool, so what you did just now means a lot.”
Taron shrugged. “I mean, I’d argue and say that you could’ve easily waited until he left to go to the shop to do whatever it is that you wanted to do instead of throwing me to the wolf, especially when I’ve only had a single cup of coffee since waking up, but I guess it’s rather too late to complain about any of that now. ”
I lifted a brow. “Is this your way of asking me to buy you coffee as a favor for what you did?” I asked him.
He shoved his hands into his jeans pocket and lifted a shoulder. “So what if it is?”
Technically, I did owe him for the assist, so I couldn’t exactly deny him.
“Fine, I’ll go get you a macchiato.” I pointed a finger at him. “And I’ll also get you a chocolate chip muffin and an extra greasy croissant, because I’m feeling quite generous today.”
Taron wiped a non-existent tear from his cheek and touched the center of his chest. “Always the thoughtful one.”
I shook my head around a smile, then flipped him off when he laughed, before pulling my van’s keys out of my hoodie’s pocket and jogging down the stairs.