fucking, and boxes tumble to the ground as he pounds into me. It’s hot as hell in the small, dark storage room, and sweat drips down my skin and his. We slide together, clawing and panting and hungering for each other as the cliff rushes up to meet us.
His thick, rock-hard cock drives into me over and over, teasing my clit with every thrust and hitting me in places I’ve never felt before with anyone but him. The heat of it all begins to burn through me hotter and hotter, searing me until I’m losing my fucking mind. My teeth sink into his neck, and Oliver hisses as he just starts to pound me with reckless abandon.
And that does it.
I cling to him, my nails digging into his skin, my knees as tight as I can on his grooved hips, and my scream bellowing into his neck as I just lose it. The orgasm thunders through me, and I shatter for him, sinking my teeth into his shoulder as my eyes squeeze shut. The orgasm just keeps going, tripping from one climax into another as he fucks and fills me over and over. And then suddenly, he growls savagely and slides every inch of his fat cock deep inside of me, and when his hands tighten on me, I feel it.
His cock throbs and pulses deep inside, and I moan as the hot, sticky jets of his cum burst into me. Rope after rope of him splashes deep inside of me, filling me up as my arms and legs and mouth clamp down on him hard.
Slowly, both of us panting, I can feel our muscles relaxing. Oliver groans, pulling back and kissing his way up my neck, over my jawline, and over to my gasping lips.
“What do you do to me, Delphine?” he purrs, growling as his muscles clench and twitch against me.
“What do I do to you?” I whisper.
“Lose control,” he growls. He pulls back, his eyes blazing with heat as they sear into mine. “You make me lose all control.”
He kisses me softly, but then it grows harder, and hotter, and more insistent, until I’m moaning into his lips. Slowly, he pulls back, and I blush as I slide off the countertop and reach down for the panties that are dangling off one of my feet. I pull them up, and gasp softly as I pull them tight and feel his hot cum already soaking into them.
Oliver dresses too, until we’re both clothed, if not bedraggled looking.
“Who’s going first?”
He grins. “You. I’ll come back around another way to avoid suspicion.”
I frown, looking down. “I hate this.”
“Exactly what every man wants to hear after.”
I giggle, sliding into his arms and leaning up to kiss him.
“No, not that…” I frown and shake my head. “Definitely not that. I mean I hate this whole sneaking around thing, like we’re having an affair.”
“We’re not, though.”
“No, but we still have to sneak around,” I pout.
“Because of Barnes.”
I nod.
“Well that’s easy, I’ll just kill him.”
My eyes snap up to his, and he laughs. “I’m joking, beautiful.”
I rake my teeth over my lip before I sink into him again. “Can’t we just stay like this, right here?”
He smiles and leans down to kiss the top of my head, and I sigh.
“Alright, I’ll go first. I’ll say I was having stomach trouble.”
I pull back and look up into his eyes, and I gasp as he leans down to kiss me slow and deep, until my toes are tingling. He pulls away, and I swallow, my heart racing.
“Where the hell did you come from, Oliver Gauge?”
“Shoreditch, London. You?”
I giggle, rolling my eyes. “You were the class clown in school, weren’t you?”
He chuckles. “Guilty.”
I swallow, losing myself in his eyes. “Alright, I’m going.”
I start to move past him for the door, but his hand shoots out to grip my wrist.
“When am I seeing you again?”
I blush, my heart racing.
“Anytime you can steal me away.”
“Good. Done.”
I turn to look at him, and he moves in to kiss me once more, this time leaving me panting and breathless when he moves away. He reaches past me and opens the door to the storage room, and with a final look into his eyes, I step out.
I head back down the hall, my pulse racing as I will my blushing face away and my heart rate back to something resembling normal. I step back into the main garage just as Ryker, the bearded shop owner, is wiping something clean under the hood