We’re each other’s dirty little secret. And it will probably always be that way.
The shower is raining down on us, our bodies slamming against one another, strangled noises ripping from our throats. She’s whimpering, gasping, and I want to kiss her so fucking badly. Our mouths are so close.
I haven’t kissed anyone in a long time. Not willingly. If someone pays Bernie extra, she forces me to kiss them. She even paid me a grand to feel my lips on hers .
Stacey will never let me kiss her. I know that. But that doesn’t mean I won’t fucking try.
I thrust deeper. Her eyes are still trained on mine as they begin to glaze over, pupils fully blown. She’s so close to tipping over the edge again.
She’s stunning.
I curl my hand between her legs, watching her as I circle her clit. She drops her gaze to my mouth before screwing her eyes shut.
My teeth snatch at her bottom lip, and she’s erupting. I don’t tip her over the edge when her orgasm hits – I fucking launch her as she detonates around me, cunt clenching my cock, strangling me hard enough I think I might be stuck. I keep going, fucking her tightness harder, rubbing her clit as she unravels.
Stacey yanks her bottom lip from between my teeth, and I taste her blood in my mouth, feel the warmth of it on my lips. I lick it as I watch her fall apart while I keep thrusting into her.
“Fucking love being inside your tight pussy. It was made for me,” I say, pressing my forehead to her and holding her to me. “You were made for me.”
Her eyes roll to the back of her head as her nails sink into my scalp and wrist.
She shakes in my hold. “Kade.” Her voice is strangled through a moan. “K—”
I can see the crack of thunder within her body and feel it around my dick when her entire body seizes, her legs like jelly. Her eyes widen on a scream, my name spilling from her mouth as she hits the pinnacle.
She goes limp in my arms, breathless .
It’s possible I just gave her the hardest orgasm of her life.
I grin as Stacey looks at me, her chest and cheeks red.
“Shut up,” she says with a quiet laugh, catching her breath. She wipes her mouth. “You bit me and cut my lip.”
“You pulled away,” I say with a shrug. “Self-inflicted.”
She winces as I pull out of her and turn her to me, cupping her face in my hands. Her eyes are glazed from her euphoria. “We aren’t done yet.”
I lift her into my arms, gripping her ass and carrying her to the room. Stacey captures my earlobe between her teeth, and I hiss at the sting of pain, but it only makes me harder.
I drop her on the bed and settle between her legs, sucking along her jaw then lowering to her throat. She shoves her hand into my wet hair, tugging hard and making me groan with fuckable rage.
We’re soaking the bed as we explore each other as if we haven’t a million times.
I take her tightening nipple into my mouth, and suck and bite and kiss while she whimpers. I watch her as I trail gentle kisses down the scar between her breasts, the raised skin she’s hidden until now, and vow I’m going to find out what happened.
If I ask, she’ll lie. She always lies.
My mouth travels up her throat, along her jaw, and I chance my luck.
But Stacey dodges my mouth when I try to kiss her, and it fucks me off enough that I lean up and press my hand into the pillow beside her head.
“I want to kiss you,” I tell her, taking her throat and cutting off her air. “Let me fucking kiss you. ”
Her lips part, and I release her enough to speak. “It’s too intimate.”
A gasp rips from her throat as I force my cock into her pussy, sheathing me in her warmth. “And this isn’t?”
She flutters around me, still sensitive from her orgasm.
“You… You fuck all the time. I’m no different from the rest.”
That isn’t even slightly true.
I fist her hair, tugging her head back, and start slamming into her, hiking her leg to my hip to go deeper. “Is this too intimate?” I grit my teeth as she tries to shake her head, groaning loud as my cock threatens to spill inside her already. “Will I go harder? Faster?”
“F-Faster.”
I do. I fuck her with every ounce of speed I have.
I pull out, flip her over, pushing her down so she’s flat, and hammer into her again. Her sensitive area grinds into the mattress with each thrust, and every nerve within me sparks, my balls tight.
My body completely covers her. I’m taking what she’s giving, and none of this is forced. We want each other. We want this. We want the fucking orgasms causing havoc in our bodies.
“One more, Freckles. Come on.” I link our fingers in one hand and take her throat with the other. “Give me one more.”
I grit my teeth as she pulses around me one more time, screaming my name and gripping the sheets between our entwined fingers. Her cunt clenches around my cock, her throat working under my grip, and as my vision blurs, heat floods the base of my spine, muscles bunching at my thighs.
I see black before I’m falling over the edge with her, spilling every drop inside her.
I collapse, crushing her as we pant through the euphoria, slowly dragging my length through her depths until I can’t handle it anymore and pull out.
But I don’t move – I stay on top of her, pressing my lips to her shoulder and trying to fill my lungs.
I shift off her, my hand on her back. “You okay?”
Stacey manages a nod and quietly says, “Yeah. Are you?”
I frown. No one has ever asked me that after sex – am I okay? Fuck yes, I am.
“Yeah.”
There are so many words I want to blurt out, but I’ll regret them as soon as I do. We can never be together, not with our past and secrets and my life. I can’t have a girlfriend then go fuck and be fucked by both men and women while drugs are pumped into my body.
Against my thoughts, I lean forward to kiss her, but she turns her face away from me.
“I need to go get your clothes from dry cleaning,” she says, sitting up and hiding her tits from me. “I’ll call an Uber when I get back.”
I frown as she quickly collects clothes from her suitcase and hurries into the bathroom to clean up and get dressed.
I sink into the mattress and rub my hands down my face. Reality is slowly creeping in, and I want to kick it the fuck back to where it was. As soon as I charge my phone, the bubble we’re in pops.
Not a fan of that idea.
Stacey comes out, hoodie and leggings covering her now. “You should get something to eat. I think they do room service.”
I glance at her as she sits on the sofa and studies her phone, acting like I didn’t just make her explode numerous times, though her legs are still trembling slightly. “Why did you book your flight for two days’ time?”
Her eyes find mine over her screen. “It was the next one.”
“To Glasgow?” I shake my head. “They’re on every day.”
“Maybe I wasn’t in the mood to fly?”
I grin. “Or maybe you wanted to spend more time with me.”
She scoffs. “Don’t flatter yourself, Kade. I’m going to another hotel, and you can do what you want.”
“Nope. When I get my clothes, you’re coming to the mall with me. We’ll eat while we’re out.” I tilt my head. “I’ll let you drive whatever car I rent.”