Page 31 of Peer & Coco

Their first time together should be special, private, and slow. But fast, secretive, and hot fit their lives at the moment. Desperate to deepen their connection in the most intimate way, she dipped her back when his hands held her hips.

Peer slid his cock inside of her. Rocked to her tiptoes, she moaned under the pressure, the fullness, the power of his thrust.

He hit her core. Then, he hit it again and again.

Her next breath escaped her. She strained against her body spiraling, powerless to the pleasure coursing through her.

Needing him. Needing more. Needing to feel him, she reached behind her. His fingers slipped between hers, and she clung to his hand.

He never missed a movement, never stopped stroking her with his cock, never let her slip from the high she rode.

The connection she craved came, holding him, feeling him, becoming one with him.

"I...I...I..." Her lower body unraveled.

Pleasure erupted and flowed through her, vibrating her body. Taken out of the breakroom, out of her head, out of working, she basked in being with Peer.

He squeezed her hand at the same time he plunged inside of her and groaned, getting his own release. She lifted her head. A flash of adrenaline brought her back to reality.

"Peer, everyone is going to wonder where we went." She let go of his hand and pushed up from the chair.

His cock almost slipped out of her, and he wrapped his arms around her waist, keeping her connected to him. "I don't care."

"I do." She looked over her shoulder.

He kissed her hard and quick. "I want them to know. You belong to me."

"For how long?" she asked quickly, not letting him leave her guessing where they stood when it came to what was happening between them.

He was right when he confessed their relationship had started in reverse. They'd moved in together, under the understanding that they were platonic and only going to be roommates with her helping out with Tyr.

"Forever." He slapped her bare hip, pulling out of her. "Unless I get fired for fucking a server on her break, and then it'll probably be short-term."

She gasped, whirling around. "We can't do this again."

"We'll be doing it again." He disposed of the condom, tucked himself in, and scrubbed his hands clear up to his elbows at the sink. "After work. When Tyr's sleeping. Any time I can get you."

She melted. Suddenly, their home life got busier and more exciting.

Making sure her shirt was tucked in, and her apron was straight, she took her turn at the sink after standing in front of the fan to cool her heated face.

He kissed her. "Ready?"

"No." She leaned against him. "I want to go home with you now."

"Soon." He led her out to the hallway.

She shook her hand, trying to get him to let go but he tightened his fingers, never letting her go. There was nothing she could do but brace for everyone knowing what happened in the breakroom.

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