Flirting with Forever: A Hot Romantic Comedy(47)

I reached for his erection, squeezing him through his jeans.

He grunted. “Later. I don’t have a condom.”

That simply would not do. “I have it covered. You need to fuck me right here.”

His eyebrows lifted. My offer surprised him.

And I realized, he’d given me an orgasm just to watch me come, not expecting one in return. At least not right away.

Who was this man?

“Are you sure?” he asked.

“Positive. I’m on birth control and I know I’m safe. And I think we both know you are, too.”

“No doubt.”

I squeezed him again. “Dex, you better fuck me right now before we get caught.”

He went for his zipper. “Somehow I don’t think this will take long.”

He unfastened his pants, lowered his zipper, and pulled out his thick cock. My heart beat a steady refrain—yes, yes, yes—while he slid his fingers between my legs and rubbed my wetness on the tip.

Picking me up, he pressed me against the wall and I wrapped my legs around him. With a primal growl, he slid his thickness inside me.

I just about died.

His hips thrust once. Twice. Harder. His fingers dug into my flesh and he grunted low, as if he knew he needed to be quiet but couldn’t help himself.

“Fuck,” he said, thrusting again.

My thoughts exactly.

He slid easily through my wetness and much to my surprise, tension built deep inside me. For the love of everything, he was going to make me come twice.

“Yes. Fuck me, Dex.” I whispered into his ear. “Fuck me hard.”

As if he’d only been warming up, he tightened his grip and slammed into me. Again and again. In and out, harder and faster until the rough wall against my back ceased to exist. All I could feel was his magnificent cock ramming into me.

“I’m gonna come,” he growled.

“Do it. Come in me now.”

He sped up, thrusting all that manly thickness with fierce abandon. I watched as his orgasm took him. As he came undone inside me.

My body pulsed with his, my second climax more intense than the first. His cock throbbed as he spilled into me, his entire body quaking. Waves of pleasure washed over me, leaving me utterly breathless.

He stopped and blinked, as if he were coming back to himself. He let me down and glanced around while he tucked himself back into his jeans. “Are you okay?”

I smoothed my dress and ran my hand down the back of my hair. It was a mess. I was a mess. And I loved it. “I’m amazing, although I need a bathroom.”

“Right, yeah. Sorry about that.”

“Are you kidding? That was unbelievable.”

One corner of his mouth lifted. “Yeah, me too.”

“I could tell.”

He buttoned his jeans and let out a long breath. If I looked half as dazed as he did, we were going to be incredibly obvious when we went back in the gym.

At least it was dark.

He started toward the door but paused, turning toward me. He touched my face and placed a soft kiss on my lips.

Somehow, being fucked against the wall wasn’t nearly as intimate as that sweet kiss.

My heartbeat quickened as I met his eyes. He kissed me again, just a brush of our lips, and led me back into the gym.

I saw the sign for the restrooms and veered in that direction, touching the back of my hair to make sure I’d smoothed it out. I could almost still feel him—his thickness pulsing inside me, his mouth on mine. My legs felt wobbly but I didn’t know if it was from the way he’d made me come twice—as if he were already an expert when it came to my body—or that little kiss before we’d come inside.

I took my time in the restroom, both to clean up—let’s be honest, spontaneous sex against a wall was hot as hell but it made a mess—and to get my head together. I was glad he’d finally given in. And I loved the desperation. The fact that he’d dragged me outside, unable to wait. Unable to contain himself. That was what I wanted. Hot, frantic sex.

Because that could be just sex.

That kiss, though. That had thrown me off. I hadn’t expected that kind of tenderness from him, especially right after fucking me up against a wall behind a middle school gym.

I was probably overreacting. He’d been properly respectful of my consent and then fucked me like an animal.

It had been perfect.

I finished cleaning up, checked my hair and makeup in the mirror, and walked back out to the gym to find him. I didn’t worry about whether the other adults suspected something. It wasn’t any of their business and I wasn’t particularly concerned about their opinions. I found him standing near the refreshment table with two bottles of water—one that he’d already emptied and another that he held out for me.

So thoughtful.

I took it with a smile. But I didn’t tuck myself against him or drape his arm around me. I kept a little distance. Not so much that I’d seem aloof, but just enough that he wouldn’t pull me in. I told myself it was just so we wouldn’t be too obvious. We were supposed to be chaperones, after all. We needed to be the responsible adults.

I didn’t want to admit that I kept those inches of space between us because Dex was scaring me.

I was Nora Lakes. Men didn’t scare me.

Except I might have found one who did.