LOVE ‘EM(32)

“Jackson!” she cries out.

I go still. “You okay?”

Her breath puffs between her lips, and she nods. “Please. Don’t stop. Don’t stop.”

My hips drive into her, and my thumb pushes. Both go deeper with each thrust. Her pussy and asshole contract and release with each pump. Harder. Until I bang against her. Her ass cushions the blows, making this the smoothest ride I’ve ever had.

She meets me, stroke for stroke. Faster. Each time I plunge forward, she pumps against me. My engorged cock fills her to the brim, and my thumb sinks into that super tight ass almost as far as it can.

Deeper. Ronnie mews and grunts, driving me on, until her body suddenly spasms and she cries out again. Her hands clutch at the blankets, and her hips curl under.

Her climax brings on my own. My cock stiffens and I sink further into both snug places. Her body tightens around me and milks my dick of every drop of cum, while her asshole thanks my thumb with loving little hugs as it pulses with pleasure.

I push my erection deeper one more time as I withdraw my thumb. Then I pull out.

She collapses onto the bed. Her ribs expand and contract with hard breaths. I lean down and kiss the sweet spot at the top of her ass crack.

She giggles. “Did you just kiss my ass?”

I go back for another kiss, and then I lick the seam just a little. “I sure as fuck did. That ass gave me a whole lot of pleasure. It deserves a kiss.”

She flops to her back, her full tits bouncing beautifully. “You fuck like a champion. I’ve never come that hard. That thing you did with your thumb? I don’t know if I should be ashamed that I liked it so much or be glad that you did it.”

I lie next to her, tracing the apple of her cheek. “Never be ashamed of what we do together. As long as we’re both enjoying it, there’s nothing wrong with it.”

Running my hand over her breast, I say, “I have to get ready to go to work, but I want to see you tomorrow. Tell me we can do this again. A lot of agains.”

She slides her hand to her crotch, rubbing her petals and looking toward the window. “I think I’d like that—”

It sounds like she’s unsure, so I ask, “But?”

One shoulder pulls up. “I think I need to focus on Dave. I have a bet to win, or my career is going to circle the drain. And even as much fun as fucking you is, it’s not going to pay my bills or help me succeed.”

I kiss the chocolate tip of her tit, and then I trail kisses to her navel and down to the smooth shaven skin around her pussy. I let my tongue slide across her clit and then tickle the edges of her lips. “Dave doesn’t have to know about me. No one needs to know about me. I can be your secret lover.”

“Secret lover?”

“Sure. Why not? It’ll be fun.” I pull her legs apart, dipping my head to run my tongue around her bud one more time.

She shivers and giggles. “You are so good at that. Quite possibly the best ever.”

Hot damn. Nothing better than compliments on how I eat pussy and fuck. She likes how I do both.

The tip of my tongue bats at her bean until her hips jerk. “You know… you said you don’t really even like me, so I don’t count.”

“I did say that, didn’t I?”

I suck her clit until she grunts and sighs. “If I don’t count… then it’s like I’m not even here.”

“Here?”

“Yeah, here. I don’t even need to be secret, because I don’t exist.” I blow on her pussy and lick her nub with the flat of my tongue.

I roll away from her and stand.

“That is something to consider.” She props up on her elbows.

I head into the bathroom to clean up. “You really should think about it.”

Stepping to the shitter closet, I reach to pull off the condom. My somewhat hard cock bounces over my ball sack, bare.

Bare?

My stomach hardens.

Fuck me.

Where the hell is it?

I close my eyes. A sigh escapes.

Bullshit.

It probably slipped off after I pulled out. Just—oh, man! I do not want to have to go back in there and tell Ronnie we have to find it.

Maybe I can check the bed when she leaves.

Unless…fuck.

She’s on the pill. Surely?

I turn to head back into the bedroom, trying to decide what to do.

Ronnie stands in the double doorway, between two fingers, held far away from her, hangs a used rubber. “We had a—mishap.”

I swallow hard.

I grin and cross to her. “Yeah. I noticed that. I was wondering if it slipped off while I was lying next to you.”

She bites the inside of her cheek. “Yeah. No, it didn’t. I found it—elsewhere.”

Elsewhere isn’t good.

“Where should I put this?” She raises her brows as though I’m a fucking idiot.