“It’s taken everything within me not to creep over here and have my way with you, but I wanted to make sure you were ready. And I didn’t know when you would be.”
“I think Joshua is passed out, his door’s closed, and if you close mine, I’m ready.”
“We’ll have to be very careful. Very quiet. Any loud sound, and he’ll likely wake up.”
“You’re the one who shouted my name as you came,” she teased.
“Excuse me, you did it first.”
“I can be quiet if you can.”
And then I closed the door, locking it.
“We’ll unlock it after. In case he has a bad dream.”
I nodded. “After.” And then I was on her. I couldn’t wait. I wanted this to be slow, soft, sweet. Romantic. But it wasn’t going to be. It would be hard and fast and needy. And when she tugged at my shirt, nearly ripping it off my body, I knew she needed this, too. She pulled my shirt over my head, and I did the same with hers.
We practically tripped over one another until we were on the bed, naked, me hovering over her as I played with her breasts, and she wiggled out of her pants.
“I talked to Myra, and we found condoms for you.”
I froze, looking down at her. “You talked to Myra about my dick?” I asked, flushing.
“I needed to make sure I had the right condoms in my bedside table. And Myra was here, so it just came up.”
I blinked, trying to process. “Oh my God. Do the rest of the girls know I have my dick pierced?”
“I’m not going to lie to you.”
I burst out laughing, and she put her hand over my mouth. My eyes widened.
“Don’t. He’s going to hear you.”
“I can’t believe you told her,” I mumbled against her lips.
“Paris was the one who helped find the condoms,” she whispered.
Mortification rolled over me even as my dick twitched at the thought of being so close to Dakota. “Well, that’s it, I’m never going to be able to face the girls again.”
“If it helps, they were delighted to hear about it. Surprised, but intrigued.”
“For the love of God, if you tell me that any of my brothers have their dicks pierced, I am walking right out that door and never looking back.”
She put her hands over her mouth as she giggled, and I glared at her.
“Dakota.”
“They didn’t mention it. And the only person that I know we haven’t seen evidence of in the group is Nate. So, he may have a secret piercing for all I know.”
“Please stop thinking about Nate’s dick.”
“You’re the one who brought it up.”
I pushed my hips against hers, and she moaned. “Speaking of things getting up,” I teased.
“That was horrible.”
I kissed her, biting at her lip. “You started it,” I growled.
“I’m very sorry. I was trying to bring up the fact that I have a condom so you could fuck me.”
“I love when you talk all dirty. Miss sweet and sassy.”
She licked her lips. “I used to work in a kitchen when I was a teen. I learned all the dirty words.”
“Why don’t you use them on me?” I mumbled.
And then I was kissing her again, both of us naked, our bodies pressed against each other’s. I helped her slide the condom over my dick as I lay on my back, her hovering over me.
“I want this in my mouth,” she whispered.
“I’ve already tasted your pussy. One day, I’ll let you taste my cock.”
“I’m happy you whispered that,” she moaned.
“If you’re not careful, I’m going to make you scream.”
“You can try,” she teased.
And then I took her by the hips and slammed her down on my cock.
I pressed my hand over her mouth to keep her scream muffled, and her eyes widened and then rolled to the back of her head. She clenched around my cock, coming from just the motion, and I groaned, doing my best not to come right along with her.
I lowered my hand, and then she leaned over me, her breasts right in front of my face.
I licked, sucked them each into my mouth as she rode me, both of us breathing in pants as we tried our best not to shout.
When I was close, I pulled out of her and flipped us over so she was on all fours in front of me, and then I slammed home again.
My hands dug into her hips as she pressed her face into the pillow, her moans and words muffled by the fabric.
I bit my lip, doing my best not to make any noise, but it was hard. She was so wet, the sounds we made rough and echoing throughout the room.
We were being as quiet as we could, but not silent enough.
I kept moving, and when she pressed back against me, I swung my hand around and flicked my finger over her clit. She came again.
This time, I followed her. As I did, I leaned over her, moaning into her back, doing my best not to be loud.
I pulled out, leaning against the headboard as we both positioned ourselves so we were lying face-to-face.
“Oh my God,” she whispered.
“Yes. That.”
I kissed her again, gently running my hands over her body and in between her legs.
“Again?” she whispered.
“Maybe,” I mumbled.
And then I moved so my head was between her legs. I licked her up, just needing her taste. It was the only way to keep me quiet, by keeping my mouth on her pussy.
She came again, this time moving a pillow over her face. I grinned, licking and eating my fill.
Afterward, I cleaned us up and unlocked the door before slipping on my jeans. She slid on her pajamas.
“Should I go back to the guest room?” I asked, unsure of what I wanted the answer to be.
“He’s already seen you wake up beside me twice. Maybe you should go grab your pajamas and come back.”
I looked up then, wondering what I might see, but the mask of Dakota’s fear was right back
