Page 35 of Crude Heir

She nods, setting her forehead on the arm she’s flung against the window. “I started to tell you.”

The uncertainty in her voice derails the need to get after her for putting herself in a position to be hurt. Instead, I nuzzle the back of her neck. “You’re so fucking perfect.” She turns her head and I press my lips to her temple.

“That was fantastic,” she murmurs.

“You’re about to get more.” She tightens around me. “Keep that up and it’ll be over way too quick.”

“Mmm. Nothing that big goes away quick.” I chuckle at the back of her head. “The glass is nice and cool.”

The glass would feel good against her heated skin. “Take off the shirt. I doubt anyone’s going to be on the road in this weather.”

“Oh.” Her head snaps forward, as if she’s just remembered we’re right by the highway. With anyone able to see her standing here with my cock buried inside her.

I pull the covering up and over her head. “Does my good girl like the idea of being watched?” Her inner muscles tighten around me in response.

“I don’t know how to feel about it,” she says, and I can picture her teeth working that lower lip.

I smirk as I toss the T-shirt to the chair behind me, next to the one I was wearing. I run my hands up her body, cupping her breasts, then pinching her nipples until her hips are moving like she can’t stay still. “Step up.” We move forward, the balls of her feet on the edge of the tall window. “Lean against the glass.”

“Ah.” She enjoyed the contrast in temperature enough to press her chest and face to the glass. As an unexpected bonus, this puts her at a perfect height to where I can straighten up.

“Hold on.” I slide out of her, regretting the loss of her heat immediately.

She grabs the edge of the bottom pane as I fill her again. Although it’s been painted shut for what seems like years, I’m still careful not to thrust into her like I did earlier. She’s tiny. Even though her bare pussy feels amazing, as I move, I make a mental note to take care. I could have done some damage.

I’ve been nothing but thoughtless most of the time I’m with her. But as I glide into her again, I’m intent on having her enjoy this. “So good, baby. You’re incredible.”

I run my hands over her body, worshiping every part of her I can reach. Nicole widens her stance, moving her hips back in a silent request for more.

I add power to my thrusts, determined not to disappoint. “Yes, Derrick. Please.” Then she braces herself as if she’s ready to take anything I’m going to give her.

Fuck. She’s going to make me break my promise to myself. She tightens her grip on me and gasps. I reply by giving her what she wants. Once, twice, a third time before she shatters. Herinner walls ripple against my aching cock and despite my initial resolve, I empty my balls inside her.

***

Nicole

I wake to the sound of rain pattering on the window. How long have I been asleep? Is it five o’clock? After years of having to drive into the city for work, I wake at the same time, regardless of what day it is. Only this isn’t a usual start to my morning.

My cheek rests on the sparse covering of hair on a man’s chest. Derrick. My nipples pucker against the warm, hard muscles. His knee is between mine and his hand is sitting along the curve of my butt. Drawing in a deep breath, I can’t help but smile in contentment.

At this point, it doesn’t seem like I’m going to get any more sleep anytime soon. I should get up and take care of the clothes I left all over the bathroom floor. I’m not sure how he’d feel about the mess. He keeps the apartment tidy, whether from his own doing or a maid service. I’m little more than an unexpected visitor.

Trying to be as careful as possible, I inch my leg away from his. He stirs. I freeze and cringe, holding my breath so I don’t make a noise. His fingers flex against me before going still. Maybe he’s dreaming or trying to piece together what happened.

He lifts his head. “Do you need me to take you to the bathroom?” he asks, his voice heavy with sleep.

It takes me a full second to realize he’s concerned since it’s still dark. “No, I’m good,” I whisper. “I’m just going to pick up the clothes I left scattered.”

“You don’t have to do that now.” He runs his palm down my thigh, putting my leg back where it was before returning to the spot along the curve of my butt.

“I’m usually up at this hour,” I explain, running my hand over his shoulder. “I thought I could—”

“Close your eyes,” he murmurs.

I smile against his shoulder and close my eyes obediently.

“Is it totally dark?”