I arch my neck and moan, reaching back with both hands to grip the pillow when he sucks my clit into his mouth.
Pulling one hand from under my ass, he pushes a finger inside me, curling it at just the right angle, and my inner walls clamp down on him greedily. He pushes a second finger inside me and pumps them in and out at a faster pace. My hips buck as I fuck his fingers while he continues to lick and suck my clit. The pressure builds and I scream, clutching the pillow as tight as I can while he draws out the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had in my life.
“Good girl,” he whispers, placing a kiss on the inside of my thigh. “That was beautiful.”
He moves up my body, settling between my parted legs. “What do you want, Makayla?”
“I want you inside me.”
Once again the bed shifts, and a moment later, I hear the sliding of a drawer next to the bed, followed by the distinct sound of a condom wrapper, and then he's back between my legs. I feel the tip of his cock teasing my entrance. Gripping his shoulders, my body tenses and I hold my breath as he surges forward, sliding into me and filling me in the most painfully delicious way.
My back arches, sinking my head deeper into the soft pillow, as a long, pleasured-filled moan pours from my lips.
A groan rumbles from his chest. “You feel so good.”
The warmth of his breath brushes over my nipple before his lips close around it and he flicks his tongue over the tight bud.
“Kiss me,” I pant.
Then his lips are on mine as he rocks into me with deep, steady strokes. His hand slides down my thigh, bringing my leg around his hip as he picks up his pace and drives into me harder, sinking deeper, stroking that sweet spot.
God, he feels perfect.
How is it possible to feel so connected to a stranger?
My heart is pounding and my body trembles as the pressure builds. Rolling his hips, X grinds against my clit, and a shudder rolls through him, sending us over the edge. I tear my mouth from his and scream as a pulse of white-hot pleasure rolls down my spine and through my limbs.
Panting and sweaty, we lie there for a moment before X’s mouth presses to mine in a chaste kiss. “That was amazing, Makayla,” he whispers. “I hope we can do this again soon.”
It’s just after eleven when I park my Jeep at the curb. Butterflies tickle my lower belly as I pull a strand of hair under my nose and inhale the woodsy scent X left behind. The whole way home, all I could think about was his hands, his fingers, his mouth, his lips, his tongue, his teeth, the softness of his hair, the smoothness of his skin, the ripples of his muscles, and that perfect cock.
Sex never felt like that with Victor. He controlled everything, never asked me what I wanted. He wasn’t just controlling. He was selfish.
Grabbing my clutch from the passenger seat, I pull out my phone and call Heather.
“Hey,” she chirps.
“Hey. I’m here. Can you stay on the phone with me until I get inside?”
“I’ll meet you at the door.”
“Thanks.” Ending the call, I slip my phone back into my clutch before quickly scanning the surroundings, then climb out of my car. Magnolia Park is a safe area, but I’m always creeped out when I have to stand on a dimly lit sidewalk to unlock the gate.
Heather is holding the door open as I hurry across the courtyard.
The courtyard is well lit, but there are still dark areas behind the trees. Although, someone would have to climb the gate or scale the wall to get inside.
“Was it everything you hoped it would be?” she asks with a knowing grin.
I let out a deep sigh. “It was more.”
We take the elevator up to the second floor and agree to coffee in the morning before Heather disappears into her apartment.
Turning off the lights, I move to the window to close the blinds when something catches my eye. A chill races down my spine when I spot a shadowy figure standing under the streetlight, just beyond the gate, looking into my apartment. I quickly step away from the window and hurry to grab my phone, ready to call Heather.
What if I’d been five minutes later?
Phone clutched in my hands, I move back to the window and peek through the blinds, but the figure is gone.
Chapter Fifteen
Cannon
“Did she get home safely?”
“Yeah.” Jesse chuckles. “She and Heather have quite the buddy system.”
“You didn’t see anyone hanging around?”
“Nah, man. I watched out the window until she was safely inside the door.”
A few days ago, I caught Heather’s new tenant, Jesse, on his way out. I told him I was Heather’s brother and would appreciate it if he kept an eye out for anything strange. We exchanged numbers and went our separate ways.
“Thanks for keeping an eye out. If you need anything, you have my number.”
“Got it.”
“And, Jesse?”
“Yeah?”
“Don’t fuck my sister over,” I warn.
There’s a brief pause. “I won’t.”
Chapter Sixteen
Three weeks later…
Makayla
“Makayla!” the barista calls out as she sets my order on the counter.
“Thank you.”
“Makayla?” a male voice says behind me.
I jerk my gaze over my shoulder to find Spencer—the guy I dated junior year—standing in line.
Grabbing the two lattes, I turn away from the counter and face him. “Long time no see.”
He nods once, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Sorry I never called.”
I raise my brows, waiting for an excuse to follow, but I don’t get one.
“Spencer,” the barista echoes.
Spencer reaches around me, grabbing two cups off the counter. He gives me a tight smile, raises one in what I guess is a mock salute. “Good to see you.”
My brows pinch in confusion. “Uh, yeah…you too.”
Stepping around him, I make my way over to the table in the corner
