Goat & Barrister parking lot, that Penelope was sensitive. That it wouldn’t take much to get her off. And each time since I’ve made it my mission to see how many orgasms I can give her.
“Okay, my work is halfway done. Get on the bed,” I tell her, the notion that I get to thrust into her looming ever so presently at the front of my brain.
Penelope does as she’s told without talking, and it must be one of the only times she’s too physically exhausted to speak. She lies on her back, legs splaying wide, inviting me to worship at the altar between them.
The small trimming of hair above her pussy is glistening with her juices and the scent of her on my hand has my cock twitching with need.
“Lord, you’re ridiculously arrogant.” She sighs, but her eyes are nowhere near my face.
No, I see her gaze lingering on my dick, the one I’m pumping slowly in my hand. With one last cocky smirk, I crawl up the bed, position myself between her thighs, and drive home.
We’re frantic, anguished … we can’t get deep enough or close enough or …
There just simply isn’t enough.
Sex with her … there needs to be another word for it. My whole world transforms, I’m just one throbbing organ that can’t be ignored until she brings me relief.
It’s not gentle or studying, this is fucking. It’s passionate, frenzied, scratching and burning, and harsh. There is finesse, but there is also sloppiness due to the animalistic nature of it.
Penelope clamps down on my cock as I drive into her from above, and I know she’s coming when she tries to wriggle free of me. I pin her down, thrusting harder and faster, wanting to meet that exquisite tightness as it sucks the life out of me.
When I finally catch my release, the chase stealing all the breath from my lungs; I pour myself inside her, relishing the otherworldly sensations that wrack my body.
Penelope might be using me. But, I realize as the fog from my climax dissipates, I’m going to keep on letting her.
Because I’ve never before felt the way I do when I’m with her.
8
Penelope
Shit, I fell asleep in his room.
I realize this when I wake, groggy from the one-too-many glasses of champagne I’d drunk last night. A solid arm, lightly dusted with dark hair, is wrapped around my waist, pulling me into a body that’s … fully nude. His hard cock is nestled right between my bare ass, and I blink, taking in my surroundings.
Both of us naked. Snuggled under the sheets. Warm sunlight pouring in through the crack in the curtains.
It has been exactly three and a half years since I’ve woken up to someone else in my bed. Well, I guess that wasn’t exactly true … I woke up to toddlers and little boys kicking me in the tailbone and face all the time. But a flesh and blood man? No, I hadn’t experienced cuddling since before Travis deployed for his fateful tour.
It’s … nice. Even if the body belongs to one irritating, self-obsessed Forrest Nash, I let myself lie in another’s embrace just a few seconds longer. My stomach does a backflip remembering the escapades from the night before, and I am sore and stretched down below. To say Forrest was the biggest I’d ever had would be an understatement. And the fact that he’d serviced me, twice, well, that was the necessary cherry on top.
Just as I’m about to let my brain venture into the emotions territory, where my heart is convincing itself that I have a little crush on a Nash twin, there is a husky chuckle from behind my right ear.
“The way I can hear you thinking, instead of springing from this bed, I’m about to ask if you want seconds.” That conceited voice taunts me.
Shoving off him, I screw my face up in disgust. “You’re an ass.”
“And you’ve got a great one. Get it back in bed so I can show you just how much I enjoy it.”
Even though I flip up my middle finger in his direction, my core still tightens and tingles. Traitor, I say silently to my vagina.
I nearly trip over the nightstand trying to scramble for my clothes, and I realize I’ll have to sneak up the squeaky wooden stairs to my room in a walk of shame outfit. Should I ask for his button down? What would look worse if I was caught; my wrinkled bridesmaid dress or a man’s overlarge