Page 20 of The Maestro and the Roofer

Her nails dug into his shoulders, and he hissed with pleasure, his eyes constantly darting from her face to her bouncing breasts. He thrust into her as she bared down on his cock, desperate to get deeper with each movement. Their earlier heated banter ceased completely, both at a loss for words as they rocked together.

Her orgasm was a ticking time bomb destined to explode, and every inch of him brought her closer and closer to climax. Desperate for release, she slid her hand between her legs. One, two, three strokes of her clit, and she exploded like a firecracker. Overpowering contractions careened through her, and she sagged against him with a broken sob of pleasure.

Once somewhat coherent, she lifted her head and her eyes fluttered open. A searing blue gaze found hers, his jaw slack with astonishment. Sweat covered his brow, his dark-blond strands of hair were mussed and wild, and his rugged beauty stole her breath.

“You good?” he asked, the question so soft she almost didn’t hear it.

She nodded faintly, overcome with emotion at the sincere check-in.

He kneaded her breasts together and pinched the stiff nipples. “Can you take more?”

“You know it,” she replied with a saucy grin.

Seductive laughter vibrated from him, and he kept her body close to help her stand. True to form, he positioned her to his liking, encouraging her to bend over the bench and arch her back as he situated himself behind her.

“Oh fuck,” she cried out when he entered her swiftly. Not an ounce of mercy was shown, his hips pulling back and returning with another deep thrust, and she reached forward in search of something steady.

Her hands slammed onto the piano keys, a racket of indeterminate noise echoing through the room as he pounded her from behind. As his hands gripped her shoulders for leverage, she adjusted to his relentless rhythm and drove her hips back to meet his movements.

“Fuck yeah, move back onto me,” he growled, one hand capturing her heap of curls. He tugged her head back to rumble in her ear, “I’m gonna nut if you keep that up.”

“Yes, yes, yes. Ohfuck.”

Their bodies slapped together, and her whimpers increased while his feral grunts grew more extreme, culminating in a beautifully brutal symphony. Soon enough, the crescendo arrived as he climaxed with a ragged roar. His athletic frame jerked as he emptied himself into the condom, both panting like a pair of wild animals.

Once he reoriented, he withdrew from her and quickly disposed of the rubber in a nearby wastebasket. Her legs were jelly, and she slumped onto the piano bench, bringing her hand to her chest in an attempt to ease her racing heart.

A throw blanket sat atop the love seat, and Travis unfurled it with a flourish, placing it onto the floor. He sank down unceremoniously, and she followed suit, both beyond spent. She stretched out alongside him, the fuzzy blanket tickling her skin. Her heart rate had mostly returned to normal, but as he pulled her close and pressed a kiss against her temple, it stirred again.

“Holy fuck,” he breathed out in a daze.

For some reason, she found his reaction hilarious. Giggles bubbled up and tumbled from her mouth.

He nudged her and asked, “What’s so funny?”

“You sound stunned.”

“Well, it’s been a while. Sue me.”

She raised her head to find his gaze. “How long?”

“Like a year or two.”

“Wait a minute,” she said, sitting straight up. “Are you serious? You? Mr. Seduction over here hadn’t had sex inyears?”

He flopped his arms out like a sacrifice. “Why do you think I laid it on so thick?”

Her giggles reemerged and altered into full-blown guffaws as she laid back down, easily fitting against the shape of his body. He wrapped one arm around her and squeezed.

“Besides, you were…” Trailing off, he sighed, his soft breath tickling her right cheek as he attempted to find the words. “Well, you were you.”

Time passed, and the easy silence was as comfortable as the cozy blanket beneath them. Until a thought danced its way into her head.

She turned to lock eyes with him. “What were you going to ask me?”

“Huh?”

“Our wager. If you’d won the pool game. What would you have asked me?”

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