XXXIII
Syn
T he lights are still on, but Tori isn’t in the main room. The door to the bathroom is open, and I can smell the scent of the toiletries she’s used, but before I can get to the doorway, she walks out of the dressing room.
There’s only a towel wrapped around her body. Her hair is already dry, and she’s cleared her face of makeup, so the only thing I can see is her confusion.
“Syn?”
Her eyes go wide as I take two strides to close the gap between us. Like a magnet, my lips are pulled to hers, and as they touch, it feels like something passes between us.
Tori must feel it too because instead of pushing me away, she throws her arms around my neck.
Even though there’s barely any space between us, I wrap my arms around her, holding her body against mine. I tease at her lips with my tongue, and she answers by parting them.
She tastes of mint, but I need her to taste of me.
Our mouths mesh together, rough and desperate, quickly falling into a satisfying rhythm. I’ve kissed other women—I’ve kissed Tori before—but this feels… different. I have something to say that I need her to hear without me speaking the words. Because words alone won’t convey what I need her to understand.
As my hands roam over her back and ass, the towel falls away. The only thing separating our skin now is the thin fabric of my pajamas. It does nothing to stop the scorching heat of her skin as she presses her soft body into mine and grinds up against my rapidly hardening dick.
Groaning into her mouth, I turn her, walking her backwards until the back of her legs hit the end of the bed. Refusing to break our kiss, I scoop her up and crawl across the bed before I lower us both onto the sheets.
Tori’s fingers claw at my buttons. Much as I want to help her, my hands are otherwise occupied. While I may have thought she’d benefit from a boob job, there’s more than enough of her to fill my hands.
As she’s not managed to get anywhere with my pajamas, I finally break the kiss and sit back on my heels. My top is pulled from my body and tossed to the side in one sleek movement. I roll to the side, shedding the pants. Before I resume my position, I reach for the nightstand and open the top drawer to pull out a condom.
“Let me,” Tori murmurs.
I roll back over her, my knees on either side of her body, passing her the foil wrapper.
Beneath me, Tori stares at my erect cock as she runs her tongue over her lower lip. She gets the condom out of the wrapper and then takes my cock with her other hand. Pinching the end of the condom, she unrolls it, taking slow, firm, deliberate strokes.
Never has the application of a rubber felt so fucking good.
The only thing that’s going to feel better is burying my cock deep into her pussy.
I shuffle back down the bed, running my hands along her hot skin as I go, until I’m knelt between her bent legs and staring at her pussy. I run the head of my cock up and down her before lining the head up with her entrance.
“Do you want me?”
She looks up at me with hooded eyes and just nods.
Considering how much I want this, I’m surprised at the restraint I’ve shown until now. No more playing nice. I push my cock into her. The way her pussy contracts around my dick as she takes my length feels incredible.
I need more.
Grabbing her hips, I hold her in place as I flip us over. Having her upright sends her sliding further down my dick.
“Fuck, Syn,” she cries out. She places her hands on my chest to steady herself. “Oh, fuck, that feels good.”
“Play with yourself,” I tell her. “I want to watch you come over my cock.”
Tori’s cheeks flush as she stares at me, but she reaches her hand out. That’s not what I was expecting, and I’m pleasantly surprised, as well as turned on.
I part my lips and allow her to push her fingers in my mouth, coating them in my saliva.
When she’s satisfied, she pushes herself upright. As she finds her balance and changes the angle, she moans. The sound is almost as maddening as the way her pussy clenches around my cock, but it’s a sweet torment.
Without taking her eyes off me, she lowers her hand to her pussy and starts to stroke her clit. The other hand goes to one of her tits and starts rolling her nipple between her fingers. The engagement ring is still on her hand.
Eyes closed, lips parted, as she plays with herself, she starts to raise and lower her body.
She’s fucking me, and I have the best seat in the house.
“Syn,” she moans.
“Does that feel good?” I ask her. “Does my dick feel good inside you?”
“Mmmm.”
“Then show me. Show me how much you like it.”
Her speed increases. The way her fingers rub at her clit, and how she allows her body to fall down heavily, like she’s trying to impale herself on my cock. And as she goes down, she rotates her hips.
Over and over, she moans my name.
I have never been so turned on. I’m so close.
“That’s a good girl,” I tell her through gritted teeth. “Make me come.”
Unable to take it anymore, I grab her hips. As she slides down, I lift my ass, driving my cock deeper into her. It only takes a few thrusts for her moans to turn into cries.
And then, I get my release. Just when I can’t imagine it getting any better, Tori arches her back, and her pussy contracts tightly. Like she’s milking my cock for every last drop, drawing out my orgasm.
Finally, she slumps forward. Her skin feels scorching hot against mine, but instead of making her move, I wrap my arms around her and hold her in place.
Eventually, our breathing slows, and the few parts of my exposed skin start to cool. I should really clean myself up, but instead, I reach for the covers and pull them over us, not wanting to remove my still semi-hard cock from her.
“Syn,” she mutters, trying to roll off me.
“Stay with me,” I tell her. “Just for a little while longer.
Tori lets out a long sigh. “For a little while.”
I reach for her left hand bringing it out from under the covers. “Mine.”
“Did you fuck Vixen without us?”
The last thing I intended to do was fall asleep, so I’m as surprised as I am irritated at Gemini’s loud voice bringing me out of my sleep. Groaning, I rub my eyes and then turn my head to face him. He’s glaring at my crotch.
I glance down and discover my morning wood is on full display. What’s worse is that the last thing I remember was still being inside Tori. The condom I’d been wearing had come off my cock but was now stuck to my thigh.
“Fuck.” I sit up and peel the used condom off of me. Pinching it between my fingers, I turn and swing my feet over the edge of the bed. “Unless you want this in your face, move out of the fucking way, Gemini. And stop staring at my dick.”
“Looking like that? No wonder Vixen went and hid in the spare room.” Gemini snorts, but he takes a few steps back to give me space.
I walk over to the trash can and deposit the condom in it. “She wasn’t complaining last night.” I can’t hide the irritation from my voice. I might not have planned to fall asleep, but I would have thought it was obvious that I wanted her to stay the night with me.
At least it will give me the opportunity to clean up before she sees me like this.
“Why are you still in here?” I ask Gemini. “Why are you in here at all?”
“Royal went to find your father. He said Preston has been dealt with, and we can go.”
“Where’s Royal now?”
Gemini shrugs. “When we saw Tori wasn’t in here, he went to the guest room. Maybe he’s waking her up with an orgasm. Wait a minute… Did I get played…?”
Whatever Gemini’s ranting about, I tune out as I start to head for the bathroom. But something catches my attention from the corner of my eye.
I stop, frown, and take a step backwards. Certain I’m now hallucinating, I walk over to the dresser.
Lying on top of it is the engagement ring I gave Tori. Beside it is a piece of paper. On it, in Tori’s handwriting, is a single word…
Dinosaur.