kiss is long and deep and hard. It’s hot and fevered, and it shows no signs of ending. Pleasure jolts through my body, rattling through my bones as she fucks my cock.
She’s an animal, carnal and wild, rising up and down, taking me over and over, deeper and deeper, and owning this moment, owning this pleasure.
We pull apart as I slam her down hard on my shaft, then give her more of her dirty wishes, painting a scene of what’ll happen next time. “This weekend, we’re both going to fuck you, Sage.”
She nods, fast, fevered. “I know.”
“I bet you wanted him in here tonight, didn’t you?” I thrust up into her.
“I did. I wanted to taste him.”
“I bet you’d love to suck his cock while I ate your pussy.” And the sound that comes from her mouth is . . . pure filth. It’s the hottest groan I’ve ever heard, so I keep going, doling out more dirty details. Filling her mind with what I have planned for her. “Did you want him to feed you his cock while I was eating your pussy?”
The look on her face is bliss. “I think I’d love that,” she says as she wraps her hands around my neck and thrusts down harder on my shaft.
I bring my hand to her mouth, running my finger over her bottom lip. “Bet you’d love that. Bet you’d love having this gorgeous mouth filled with his cock while I ate you.”
She grows wetter, clenching against me. “I would take him so deep in my throat, just like I’d do to you, Cole,” she whispers, and I growl in her ear at that thought.
At how willing she is to take us both. To take anything we have to give her.
I bring my hands to her ass, gripping the flesh. “I bet you’d love it if he fucked your pussy while I slid inside this gorgeous ass of yours,” I say as my fingers dance close to her back entrance.
The woman arches against me, like a beautiful wave is running through her entire body. She’s writhing, and then, her face falls into the crook of my neck, her lips whisper across my skin. “Do that to me sometime. I’m begging you.”
Pleasure coils in me, and I can tell she’s near the edge. “We’ll give you everything, Sage.”
That’s what I want to do with this woman. I want to make her feel spectacular. I want to give her more ecstasy than she’s ever known.
I jerk her head back, kissing her mouth hard and deep as she fucks my cock to the edge of desire.
We take each other over the cliff, spiraling into white-hot bliss as we both succumb to release.
A little later, after we come down from the orgasms, I clean her up with some tissues, pull her onto my lap, push my hands through her hair, and kiss her. This time it’s soft and slow, and I want her with a new kind of desperation. “Why don’t we just drive for a bit?” I ask.
“I like that idea.”
Me too, because I don’t want this night with her to end.
21
Cole
The inevitable question comes quickly.
“Why?” she asks, curling against me in the cool, air-conditioned stretch limo.
There it is. The why.
But this skirts too close to that organ in my chest. The one that likes being in a time-out. That is accustomed to hibernation. To this long winter’s nap it’s been taking.
“Why what?” I answer, evading as I run my fingers through her soft hair, a futile attempt at distraction.
“Don’t play dumb. It doesn’t become you,” she chides, then turns her face to me, pulling away from my hand in her hair, her eyes locking with mine.
She’s as direct as she’s ever been. She’s not a woman who suffers fools. Nor is she a woman who settles for anything less than what she wants.
Knowledge.
But I know how to navigate around topics I’m not ready to tackle.
“Is that what you think I’m doing?”
“You know that’s what you’re doing, Cole.” She takes a beat, keeping those blue irises pinned on me. “Why do you want to fuck me with your friend? Because I can tell it’s not only a kink. It’s a need. It drives you on, beyond the sexual.”
No one has ever asked me that.
Not even Georgia.
No one has ever demanded to know.
To peer inside and find the answers.
Maybe no one else has needed them the way she needs them.
I lean back against the seat, drag a hand roughly through my hair, and