Not Safe for Work(10)

Rick murmured something I couldn’t hear. Then, “Is that a promise?”

Oh dear Lord…

“It can be.”

Another shudder ran through him, and he tightened around me as goose bumps rose along his spine.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” I said. “But for tonight, I just want…” I picked up speed, my head getting lighter with every stroke. “I just want to f*ck you.”

He let his head fall forward. “Oh God…”

“Grab one of those pillows,” I said through clenched teeth. “To put under your hips.”

He felt around for the pillow, found it, and pulled it toward us. Once it was under him, I used my body weight to push him all the way down onto the bed. I stretched out over him. This was the best feeling in the world—skin to skin from head to toe, my lips against his neck and my cock moving slowly in and out of his tight ass. I held myself up on my forearms, and Rick found one hand, then the other. Gripping his hands tightly, I had even more leverage, and he obviously didn’t mind—I thrust a little harder, and he groaned, his voice thrumming against my lips and my chest.

I couldn’t see his face like this, but the muscles in his back and shoulders told me everything I wanted to know. Tensing against my chest. Twitching. Relaxing before tensing again, rippling with a shiver as he whispered a curse into the near-stillness.

I could have done this all night. My muscles burned, my arms trembled, and my skin was slick with sweat, but I didn’t care. Not as long as I was inside Rick.

Despite the fatigue, I picked up speed, thrusting deeper and harder, and panted against his neck in between cursing and murmuring, “Goddamn, Rick. You feel so good.”

He arched against me and moaned as I f*cked him harder. “You feel amazing. Just like that. It’s…” He gasped, and holy hell, I didn’t think he could get any tighter. “Perfect. So perfect.”

“You close?” I whispered. “Right on the edge?”

“Uh-huh. Just—oh God!” He was unbelievably tight, and somehow he moved his hips beneath me, probably rubbing his cock against the pillow to drive himself crazier, and I kept thrusting at the exact same speed, and…Christ…

“I’m gonna come,” I groaned against his neck. “Oh f*ck, Rick…” I held my breath, forcing myself to stay in control. “You should really savor this,” I panted in his ear. “You know why?”

“W-why?”

“Because it’s the last time”—I thrust harder, making him groan—“you’ll be allowed to come without my permission.”

The groan turned to a helpless whimper, and he shuddered, clenching around me, and control became a thing of the past. My whole body shook, from my toes curling into the sheets to my fingers digging into his hands, and I exhaled hard against his neck as I shuddered and came inside him.

One more shudder, and I relaxed, slumping over the top of his hot, trembling body, and neither of us moved. I made sure my full weight wasn’t pressing down on him, but beyond that, all I could think was…breathe.





Chapter Four


Once we’d disposed of the condom and cleaned ourselves up, we pulled back the covers and climbed into bed. We’d barely hit the mattress before we gravitated together again, and my God, this was something I hadn’t realized I’d been missing—just lying beneath the covers, kissing languidly, pursuing nothing except the taste of his mouth and the softness of his lips.

“Not to state the obvious,” he whispered after a while, “but I’d say we’re compatible.”

“Yeah, I kind of got that impression too. But just to be sure, maybe we should do it again. Soon.”

He ran his fingers through my hair. “Yes, please.”

“Thought you’d be agreeable.”

“After a f*ck like that?” He slid closer. Facing each other beneath the covers, we settled on the pillows, hands loosely clasped between us as if this thing had started long before this afternoon.

“So.” I ran my thumb along the back of his. “Full disclosure—I have plenty of ‘playthings’ at my house, but logistics can sometimes get a little complicated.”

“In what way?”

“Well, I don’t live alone.” I cringed inwardly—this was one of those moments that had been known to send a prospective guy running. “My ex-wife lives with me.”

Rick’s eyes widened slightly. “Really?”

“Yeah, it’s…” I waved a hand. “I mean, we’re not together. It was more of an economic thing. Her second divorce got really messy and really expensive—cleaned out her savings to the point she had no choice but to dip into the kids’ college fund. But he was an *, and she needed to get away from him, so I took over paying for the kids’ college and let her move back in with me last year until she can get back on her feet.”

“Oh. You must have a pretty good relationship, then.”

“Definitely. We didn’t make very good spouses, but we’re friends and we’re pretty good at being roommates.” I laughed dryly. “And considering I’m now the one putting all three kids through college simultaneously, it’s kind of nice having someone contributing to the mortgage and utilities. So, you know, it balances out.”