“Stop it,” she said. “That isn’t what I see.”
“What d’you fucking see, then, eh? Cos I don’t fucking see it.”
She wouldn’t stay away, pressing up against me like I weren’t a fucking monster, like I couldn’t choke the breath from her for a cheap fucking thrill. “I see you. Not your past, not your problems, not your pissing credit status. Just you.”
“Why are you so fucking nice?” I relented, resting my chin on her head, breathing in her sweet fucking scent.
“Born perfect, I guess.” I could tell she was grinning, felt her lips against my chest. “Come to bed.”
“Told you, can’t sleep.”
“Who said anything about sleeping?”
***
This time it was her in charge. There was something desperate about her, primal. She pushed my head back into the pillows, straddling me like a rodeo horse, yanking her satin slip off and grinding against my crotch like a bitch on heat. I gritted my teeth, cock fucking hungry for her. She took my hands and pinned them over my head, her weight on her arms as she leaned forward to kiss me.
She found me ready. I slammed my tongue in her mouth, claiming it as mine.
I tried not to think about the men who’d already been in this place. The rich men, the smart men, the men with prospects. Even more, I tried not to think about the men who’d be here after me. The man who’d make her his, for real.
Tonight, at least, Sophie Harding was fucking mine.
“Fuck me,” she hissed. “Take me. Hurt me. Use me.”
“No,” I growled. “You fuck me.”
She rubbed her perfect little tits in my face, and I sucked on her so hard, coaxing her nipples until she groaned. I could feel her excitement, the clamminess of her sweet cunt against my cock. I twitched under her, wanting nothing more than to bury deep in her juicy snatch.
“Fuck,” she rasped. “That feels so good.”
She let go of my hands, leaning over to rummage in the bedside drawer. Again my heart fucking dropped. A stash of rubbers, ready for whoever was sharing her bed. Tonight it was me. Maybe tomorrow it wouldn’t be.
She tore open a packet and rolled it on, dainty fingers so fucking nice. Then she rode me, groaning like a whore as she leaned back, hands on my knees as she circled her hips, round and round and fucking round, her tits bared to the ceiling, the dainty curve of her waist so inviting.
I grabbed hold of her, gripping her tight and forcing her in wider circles. She moaned as I encouraged her efforts on my cock.
She felt perfect around me, tightening in all the right places. I closed my eyes in concentration, trying to delay the inevitable, but she felt too fucking good to resist for much longer.
“More...” she hissed. “Please...”
I didn’t need asking twice. I bucked against her, slamming my cock all the way inside, and she jerked and she jiggled and she moaned my name, diddling her little pussy while my hands mashed her tits.
“Fuck me, Cal. Fuck me!”
I rammed in and out like a fucking piston and her eyes rolled up into whites.
“I’m coming,” she breathed. “God, Callum, I’m fucking coming...”
I wasn’t far behind, grunting and groaning and pumping my spunk right into her as she shuddered. My heart was pounding, breath frantic, chest clammy with sweat as she collapsed onto me. I smoothed her hair, landed kisses on her face as my cock slipped from her sopping cunt.
“That was so good,” she whispered. “Really fucking good.”
“Didn’t hurt you, though, thought you needed that shit.”
She slid to the side, head on my chest as she snuggled up against me. “So did I,” she said. “I guess we’ve both learned new something new tonight.”
This time around sleep found me quick, and it felt fucking sweet.
***
Sophie
I was used to being woken up by an alarm clock, not a wet nose. Certainly not a wet nose in my face on a Sunday morning. I opened my eyes straight into Casey’s dark brown stare. She whined her approval, licking at my face before I could stop her. I giggled, trying to fight my way out from under my furry assailant.
Callum bolted upright, eyes startled as he adjusted to his surroundings. It took him a moment to get his bearings, but once he did he grabbed for Casey, shunting her off onto the floor.
“Jesus, Soph, sorry. Don’t know how she got in.”
I pointed to the open bedroom door. “I guess she learned how to work the handle.”
“Too smart for your own pissing good,” he said to her, ruffling the fur on her neck.
He slipped out of bed, taking just a second to pull his jeans on. I admired his skin and the tightness of his ass in the morning light, the muted sun through the windows casting him in a beautiful glow.