“Ohhh… ohhhh yessss.”
I finished awake and alive, totally rejuvenated by the flood of electrolytes and endorphins released by my climaxing brain. Roderick was still fucking me. Still drawing on his own pleasure, even as he focused on mine. There was the thrill of accomplishment in his expression now. Along with the distinct feeling he’d done something important; maybe something he’d longed to do for some time now.
“Baby…”
The word came easily to my lips. Partially because I meant it as a term of endearment, especially after having connected on such an intimate level, but also in the hopes that it gave him pleasure too.
Twisting my body, I shoved him backwards and climbed onto him in one fluid motion. His cock was an iron rod, twitching with every beat of his heart. Moving in rhythm with his labored breathing.
Fuck that’s hot.
It took nothing to throw my leg over him, and sink all the way down. As I did, my smile turned positively wicked.
“Your turn.”
His expression changed as I bottomed out, taking him all the way to the base. I shifted forward and back, rubbing my clit — still swollen with the aftershocks of my own climax — against the top of his hard shaft.
Two hands found my breasts, and then his hungry mouth. I leaned into him, feeding him. Giving him every inch of my smooth warm flesh, as his hands kneaded and his tongue swirled and his lips dragged deliciously over each of my pert, pink nipples.
MMMmmmmm…
We rocked like that for a long while, sliding our bodies sexily with my lover buried inside me. The storm passed. The lightning was less bright, less frequent, and with each passing strike it took longer for the thunder to roll in.
And through it all, we kept kissing and licking and touching. Smiling into each other’s happy faces as the noise of the rain grew quieter, and the storm rolled away. I felt the tension build in Roderick’s body, as he approached the penultimate moment. His chest tightened. His shoulders strained.
“Do it.”
His eyebrows turned up at the edges as his face contorted in pleasure. His hands reached out to caress my face as his ass clenched, lifting me into the air—
“Come forme.”
Roderick’s eyes screwed shut and his jaw clenched, a split second before he came. It was like a bomb going off inside me. And explosion of heat and wetness surging into me, filling me warmly from within.
Ohhhh… fuck.
Roderick’s hands moved independently, dragging so softly over the skin of my flushed cheeks it made me feel fuzzy inside. A lone finger dragged over my lips. I opened my mouth and took it inside.
My GOD, this is just so fucking—
Again and again he spurted, splashing his hot seed into my womb. The moment was so personal. So sexy and private and oh so very fucking hot.
Forward and back, over and over, I rode him until he was utterly spent and empty. His body went limp. His jaw unclenched and his full lips parted, either in ecstasy or surrender.
I leaned down again, pressing the softness of my body against his hard, lean chest. Our kiss was a celebration. More of a personal high-five, as I smiled against his perfect face and winked.
“You really needed that.”
Twenty
KARISSA
I spent the night in Roderick’s bed, sleeping peacefully to the rhythm of the rain. His body was warm and comforting. His blankets so impossibly soft, he had to nudge me awake at the crack of dawn and point to the door.
“Gotcha.”
Slipping back down the hall was easy enough, and I managed to avoid encountering anyone else. Not that I did anything wrong, really. The others had shared me without Roderick even being there, so it seemed almost fair that he got a crack as well. Whether they knew it or not, the guys were even-steven now. All tied up.
You’re an asshole, Karissa.
Maybe. But I’d always been an asshole, if we were keeping score. And now I was a very well-laid asshole. That, to me, made the whole thing worth it.
Unless you lose your job from this.
Nah, I just couldn’t see that happening. I was kicking too much ass here, and the guys were too overwhelmed with their own stuff to hire and train someone new. Even so, you never knew how people took things. Some guys could be jealous. Some guys could be—
“Well look who’s getting the worm today.”
I bumped into Bryce in the hallway, after having stripped my cold, wet bed. I still had the sheets and blankets gathered in my arms.
“A little early for laundry, isn’t it?”
“You gonna shower?”
He blinked down at me a few times, then added a yawn. “I was.”
“Make it a fast one then. I’m next.”
He was in a pair of old sweats, and a T-shirt so worn through I could see the color of his well-tanned skin. He glanced down at me and grinned.
“Shower with me, problem solved.” He added a wink. “We’ll save water too.”
I laughed and shook my head. “You save water. I’ve got too much stuff to do.”
My gorgeous construction worker turned lover gave me a slight shrug, then smiled like he knew something I didn’t. Throwing a towel over one big slab of a shoulder, he whistled as he walked away.
“See you tonight, then.”
Tonight…
My body froze, then tingled, then grew warm again. Holy shit. I’d almost forgotten.
How the hell could you forget something like that?
Midnight. Tonight. My bedroom.
Both of them.
I swallowed dryly. There was a whole big list of things I needed to do today, before I could call the day done. Then I could grab dinner. Relax a little. Maybe even take a bath in the big claw-footed tub — something I’d wanted to do ever since the guys invited me to stay here.
And then… at midnight…
I dropped off my linens and returned to the hallway, just as the shower kicked on behind me. I could imagine Bryce in there, totally naked. The hot water
