The Perfect Fit: A stand-alone why choose romance(17)

Fuck. Me. This woman is a fucking spitfire. My cock will most likely explode if I don’t get some relief soon, but I shouldn’t do this. She hasn’t agreed yet. What if I scare her off?

Or what if she comes so fucking hard that she can’t help but run back for more? That’s the only option that will work for me because I haven’t been able to stop thinking about her for longer than a second. Haven’t been able to stop imagining how perfectly she will fit into our penthouse. Into our lives. I have no idea why I’m so certain of that. I barely know her.

But I want to know—I want to know and feel and taste and claim every single part of her. I give her one last chance to back out. “You sure?”

“Yes,” she says on a moan.

“Jesus Christ, Lily.” With no further consideration for how I might fuck this up for everyone, I tug open the button on her jeans, pull down her zipper, and slide my hand inside her lace panties. I quickly find her clit, swollen and slick with her arousal, and rub the pad of my finger over it. She whimpers, rocking her hips and grinding against me. I sink my hand deeper into her underwear, gliding two fingers through her wet folds.

She throws her arms around my neck and bites down on her lip to stifle the groans that come from deep inside her. When I reach her entrance, I swirl my finger around her tight hole, and her juices coat my fingertips. I’m not going to be able to hold off from driving into her much longer, and definitely not while she’s staring into my eyes, silently pleading with me to continue. I slip one finger inside her silky wet heat and her back bows.

“Fuck, West,” she gasps as she bears down on me.

I press my mouth against her neck and inhale the scent of her skin mixed with the smell of her arousal slicking my finger. “Jesus, you’re not just wet, princess, you’re fucking soaked.”

“Oh, fuck,” she whimpers, riding my hand as I drive deeper inside her.

“You’re so fucking tight too. I can’t wait to fuck you, Lily. Can’t wait to feel you squeezing my cock.”

“Yeah?” she says with a breathy moan.

“Fuck yeah, princess. You’re going to feel so damn good when I sink balls-deep into you.”

“Y-you have a dirty mouth.”

“Oh, you have no fucking idea.”

Her fingertips drift down my chest and into my waistband, but I catch her wrist with my free hand and place her hand back on my shoulder.

“But what about you?”

Jesus, fuck. What about me? We purposely didn’t stock up on condoms before tonight because we knew we were asking a lot. We wanted her to take adequate time to make a decision, and having protection would practically guarantee we pressured her into deciding in our favor immediately. The three of us have been tempted to take her since the moment we laid eyes on her. “Tonight is all about you, princess. And if you get him out, I’ll have to fuck you, and I don’t have any condoms here. So just let me take care of you, okay?”

She smiles at me. The kind of smile that could bring a man to his knees. And I put that look on her fucking face. Me. I slip a second finger inside her, and she cries out my name.

I nip at her neck. “We’re gonna have an audience pretty soon if you keep doing that.”

She rakes her nails down my back and smirks. “Don’t they like to watch?”

“Yeah, but they prefer to participate. The last thing you want to do, sweetheart, is have the three of us all riled up and desperate to fuck you when we don’t have any protection.”

She presses her lips together, and her pussy walls clamp around me, milking my fingers with hungry squeezes. I bite back a laugh, thrilled that the thought of all three of us at the same time elicits that kind of reaction.

“You gonna be a good girl and come for me?”

Her arousal runs down my palm. “Oh, fuck. Yes!”

I work my fingers harder, rubbing the knuckle of my thumb over her clit as I drive faster and deeper. Her body tenses. Her eyelids flutter and her eyes roll back. “That’s my girl. Give me everything you got.”

Her hands fist in my shirt as she lets go for me, her back arching off the wall. She rides the waves of her orgasm, whimpering my name while she comes. When I’ve rubbed the last tremors from her body, I slip my fingers out of her and place them in my mouth, keeping my eyes locked on hers while I suck them clean. Her delicious cum floods my senses. Her scent. Her taste. Her silky sweetness coats my tongue. “You taste fucking incredible, princess.”

“Thank you,” she whispers, averting her gaze.

I grab her jaw and tilt her head so she’s forced to look at me. She doesn’t get to act shy now, not after she’s the one who prompted all this. My heart thumps like a bass drum. My cock is harder than a steel girder and is currently leaking in my boxers. I’m desperate to get away from her so I can jack off with her scent still in my nose and her taste in my mouth. “So, compatible then?”

Her lips spread in a slow, sexy smile. “Very.”

I lean in and give her a gentle kiss on the lips. I need to tear myself away from her while I still can. “Goodnight, Lily.”

“Night, West.”

When I get to my room, Xander is sitting on my bed in just his boxers. Just like it does every time I see it, the tattoo on his chest—Poseidon and his trident—reminds me how lucky I am to have him and Zeke in my life. He grins at me, a mischievous look in his eyes. “You made her come, didn’t you?”