Page 7 of City of Wind and Lies

"Eyes on me," I growl, dragging my cock back down and positioning the head at her entrance. Her eyelashes flutter, fingers clawing at my forearms as I notch my tip inside. “So fucking tight,” I hiss as her lips round in an 'o'. "I want to see you as you take every inch and I want you to count every rung as this pretty pussy swallows them, understand?"

She nods up at me demurely, and I swear I get even harder. “Good girl,” I praise, shoving forward to sink in further.

"One," she chokes as the first barbell disappears. Her walls pulsate tighter around me, eager to pull me in. When we make it to ten and I'm fully seated inside her quivering cunt, I strum her clit with my thumb while I give her body a minute to adjust to my size. I know I’m big, and I’ve stretched her tiny slit wide with every inch of cock I’ve fed her. Gradually, the tension in her muscles fades and I ease myself back slowly.

"Oh fuck!" she cries out, her back arching up off the leather as I drop to my elbows, bracketing her head as I thrust forward and bottom out inside her. Then we immediately fall into a rhythm of hard thrusts and bucking hips as our moans fill the silence around us.

"Yes! Fuck!" she yells, splaying her palms across my chest and pressing me backward.

I twist our bodies, pulling her up to straddle me as I lean back against the arm of the sofa and let her take the lead. I'm not usually one to give up control so easily, but there's an avidity in her eyes that no other woman has shown me before and it’s a fucking turn-on. Her hands rest on my shoulders while I help guide her hips as she grinds on me, seeking the friction she needs to get over the edge.

She starts to bounce up and down on my lap, her inner walls fluttering around my cock. "I-I'm gonna come!"

Her head lolls back, movements slowing as I grab her hips to take over. Picking up the pace, I drive into her relentlessly, chasing my own release.

“Come with me Bella, let me see you shatter,” I murmur against her lips. My balls draw up, my spine tingling, and just as her juices flood my lap, I come harder than I ever have before in my life.

Her petite body melts against mine, our chests rising and falling in unison as we struggle to catch our breath. My thoughts are still clouded with the post-orgasm high when I finally lift her from my lap and clean up our mess between her legs with my shirt.

“I should get back to my friends,” she says, standing from the couch and reaching for her clothes.

I don’t object, grabbing a clean shirt from the closet. We dress in silence, sated looks on both our masked faces, and when I open the door and lead her back down the stairs, something flutters in my chest as she presses up to kiss my cheek and mutters a thanks. But I don’t read into that feeling, and I don’t ask for her number.

I know better than to involve someone outside of the outfit in my life.

3

Iwince the moment I roll over and the side of my face hits the pillow. Awareness seeps back in, and I let out a groan, stretching my arms above my aching head.

"Oh good, you're awake," Drea coos, the bed dipping as she props herself on her elbows beside me and scrolls on her phone. "How's your head, babe?"

"Mhm, ibuprofen. I need ibuprofen," I groan, pinching the bridge of my nose. I should have taken some before going to bed, but damn, I was in such a blissed-out haze last night, I didn't feel a thing. My body was exhausted in the most delicious way and I was fast asleep the moment I slid between the sheets.

Drea shifts, pulling a white bottle from her shorts pocket and handing it over. "Figured as much."

Popping the lid off, I shake out the little red tablets. "You're a lifesaver."

"And you're a brunch buyer."

"Yeah, yeah, you know my password." I motion to my phone on the nightstand as I lean over to swipe the bottle of water from beside it, wincing at the ache between my thighs with the movement.

When I made it back down to the party last night, everyone was already packing up to leave. Drea and the dude with the man bun noticed the bandaid on my forehead immediately, and after a lot of reassurance that I was fine and a promise that I'd explain everything in the morning over brunch- my treat- she backed off.

Drea peruses the food delivery app on my phone, mumbling to herself about how good everything on the menu looks, while I toss back the blankets and pad off to take a shower.

I don't mean to shower as long as I do, but once I get out of bed, the ache between my legs only intensifies, proving that last night was not a concussed fantasy or hyper-realistic wet dream. The steady spray of warm water relaxes my muscles, the memories of my masked mystery man flooding in while I give myself a little self-care.

"And you didn't even get his name?" Drea asks between bites of her French toast. The food arrived shortly after I got out of the shower, and by the time I threw on clothes and toweled off my hair, Drea had everything set out for us.

"Nope! He's… an enigma," I say, taking another sip of my vanilla latte and reaching for a piece of bacon. "A sexy enigma."

We've been slowly grazing on assorted containers of brunch food from OHOP - the original house of pancakes, none of that chain bullshit here- for the last hour while I spill the tea about my earth-shattering hookup last night.

Drea lifts a brow, eyeing me suspiciously while she chews. "And you’re totally okay with a random hookup with some masked, pierced daddy?"

Heat floods my face as I lob a packet of butter at her. "Drea!"

"What?! I mean, I'm happy for you," she shrugs. "Just didn't expect it from ‘little miss commitment’."

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