and had no clue what I was doing the last time we were together. That was no longer the case. And my body wanted another round.
“Get on the bed,” he said.
“My turn.” I stroked him up and down.
“I want inside you.” He eased me backward onto the bed. His cock jutted out between us, and I licked my lips. “Next time, you can suck me off all you want. Right now, I want to own your body.”
I slowly crawled backward, baring myself before him, aching and ready. “I don’t know if you know,” I muttered with a feral smile on my face, “but we are breaking the standard view of sex.”
He stilled halfway to the side table and turned back to look at me. “Is that so?”
“Uh-huh.” I opened my legs wider. “Philosophically speaking, we’re going against the ethically appropriate way to behave.”
“You have never been sexier.” He snatched up a condom and rolled it on with practiced ease.
“You don’t think this is…wrong?” I teased.
He crawled onto the bed toward me. “With you? Never.”
“Are you sure?”
“The amount of pleasure we’re about to have can’t possibly be wrong.”
“You know, we could almost call this research for you.”
His eyes bored deep into mine. A deep, animalistic desire ran through that look as he tangled his hand back into my hair. His other pressed my hip down into the mattress. His cock was poised at my opening. He was in complete control, and I just wanted more, more, more.
“I think we’re going to need to do a lot of research,” he growled before pushing deep inside me.
I cried out as he filled me to the brim. Then he pulled out and slammed back in. Over and over again.
“A lot of research,” he repeated. “Maybe all night.”
“Oh god,” I cried as he exposed my throat, kissing his way down my shoulder, never relenting on his pace.
“What do you think, Natalie? Up for an all-nighter?”
“Harder,” I gasped.
He chuckled against the shell of my ear. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
Then he obliged me. Our bodies melded together. Him owning me and taking every single ounce of pleasure I offered him. I could hardly breathe. My heart galloped. My legs shook uncontrollably. And still, it wasn’t enough.
Then he tugged both of my legs up onto his shoulders and drilled deep down into me, hitting a spot I hadn’t even known existed. I screamed at the top of my lungs as my orgasm hit me so hard I felt like I might black out.
Penn came with me, as unrelenting as the sex had been. Then, we both collapsed, covered in a sheen of sweat and throbbing almost painfully. It was the most pleasurable pain I’d ever experienced. And I wanted it again.
He gently kissed my shoulder once. “I think you should talk dirty philosophy to me every time.”
“Every. Time,” I agreed.
“And you…you like hair pulling.”
My lower half pulsed in agreement, and he chuckled.
“I can’t wait to learn every single thing that turns you on.”
“Mmm,” I purred happily.
“This silver hair turns me on.” He trailed his fingers through the long silvery-white strands that were my signature look.
“Oh yeah? Not too different for Mr. Upper East Side?”
“It’s you. It’s perfect.”
I stilled under those words, but he was already getting up and heading to the bathroom to clean up. Hardly casual sex words. But he’d done this before. He was the man who was writing a book on how sex in noncommitted relationships could be part of ethical living. I was probably just overthinking it.
Anyway, I liked that he liked my hair. I liked every single thing about what had happened. I just needed to figure out how to keep this all casual.
Because, when he walked back into the room, fully nude with a smile only for me, I knew it would be too damn easy to fall for him.
Natalie
20
The sun streaming in through the window woke me the next morning. I blinked open my eyes, and the previous night rushed back to me. Penn. His bedroom. Sex. Lots of sex. So much sex that my body hurt when I shifted. And not just between my legs.
But the strange part was…the heater seemingly attached to my leg.
I lifted the covers and found Totle passed out between me and Penn. His unusually long legs were stretched out until he had shifted us about as far apart as we could be and still both be on the bed. It didn’t even make sense that a ten-pound dog could take up so much