rubs the tip of his cock against my wetness. When he pushes the head inside, he pauses, inspecting my face, as if he wants to be sure I’m okay before going any further.
I’m more than okay, so I wrap my legs around his waist as he presses forward the rest of the way. His breath catches and he squeezes his eyes shut. A few seconds pass until he takes his first full thrust, and then everything we’ve been trying to keep at bay breaks loose. He works himself in and out cautiously at first, but every thrust is deeper and harder than the last, until we’re both moaning.
“I want you to come again,” he pants. “Touch yourself. I want to watch you while I bury myself inside.”
The tips of my fingers work over my clit as he sets his pace, studying the way our bodies come together with a heated look on his face, a lock of his hair falling forward from how hard he’s working. My orgasm builds slowly, until he gives in and starts to pump his hips punishingly. When it breaks, it goes on, for both of us, for longer than either of us expects it to. It’s only when he’s slumped over me that I realize I’m wrapped around him like an octopus. Slowly I unwind my limbs as Alec pushes himself up with a groan.
That’s the moment when we see each other, officially postcoital and wrecked by what just happened. We see every sweaty, messy-haired, flushed-skin, well-screwed bit of each other. And it’s obvious that we’re both thinking the same thing.
We are in so much trouble.
14
Alec
Waking up to find Sage scuttling around her bedroom like she’s slinking out on a regrettable hookup is not the morning after I was hoping for. Especially when she fell asleep in my arms last night, cuddled up with her head on my chest and the rest of her wrapped around me like a woman who had been happily fucked into satisfaction—and that was after round three. Other than a little bit of sleep, we did not cheat ourselves out of anything last night.
But now she’s skulking around like she’s wishing that last night hadn’t happened. What makes this even weirder is that this is her house. If she’s regretting this, I’m the one who’s supposed to leave, not her. She’s clearly not schooled in the way of one-night stands. Or at least not enough to know how to give me the whole this was fun but I have to get to work, so why don’t you put your pants on and leave speech.
Although I don’t particularly want her to be good at that speech. That would mean I’d have to think about her doing what we did last night with other guys. No judgment, I just don’t want to acknowledge that either of us has a naked history with other people. I’d at least like to get through breakfast before I have to deal with realities like that.
All I wanted was to wake up with her next to me, not exactly a huge request given how last night went. If anything, that way we could put this morning erection of mine to good use. Then I wanted to make her some crepes, watch her eat them, and spend a few more hours pretending that last night didn’t make this situation a lot more complicated.
Of course, my dick doesn’t think there’s anything complicated about this at all. Not when I have a front-row view of Sage clad in nothing but a tiny pair of yoga shorts, her back to me as she bends over to rifle through a dresser drawer. I shove the sheets down to my waist and scoot up on the pillows a little bit, then prop one arm behind my head. Sage yanks a workout top out of the drawer and spins around, her eyes darting to me, all too skittishly for my taste.
She freezes when she realizes that not only am I awake, I’m pissed. It’s a little difficult to stay that way, however, when her bare breasts are on display and my cock is pleading for her to come over here and say good morning to us properly. Sage’s eyes flick down over my body, and when her gaze reaches my waist, she realizes that her naked tits probably have something to do with the sheets being tented like I’m setting up camp for an army. She immediately jerks the top up and uses it