Page 37 of Crude Heir

“Beside you.” He licks my nipple. “Inside you.” He gives me a gentle bite. “On top of you?”

Moisture rushes from inside me. “Oh yes.”

I spread my legs wider, whimpering at the loss of him. But a second later, he’s settling over me. I’m running my hands over his shoulders, tilting my hips up, eagerly waiting for him. Then head of his cock is at my entrance for what seems like an eternity. I bite down on my lip to keep from yelling at him to move. Or worse, begging for him to take me.

It’s a slow move. He’s sinking into me. The pleasure-pain of taking his size has my back arching, pressing myself against him, urging him on in the process.

It’s a different sensation, having his body covering mine. The weight of him, the strength, it’s something I could barely imagine. And that was nowhere near this good.

The first real thrusts he gives me are enough to reset the boundary of what I foolishly thought was good. The sounds that surround us should be embarrassing. I’m so wet I can hear every move. Our breathing, his thrusting, our bodies meeting, the mattress shifting along with us.

He’s kissing me, my jaw, my neck, my shoulder. I have to turn away. Even in the darkness, I press my eyes shut as my body clutches against his and I scream my release.

Chapter 15

Derrick

The elevator doors open, but I hesitate, looking behind me to see if anyone else is heading in. What if the power goes out again? I could be stuck between floors for hours.

I blow out a breath. The alternative would be to take the stairs while carrying a box with two flat-screen monitors, two keyboards, a laptop, several cables, a mouse, a little something for Nicole, and breakfast. I smile to myself and step in, managing to hit the button for my floor without dropping anything.

It’s the food that pushed me to the decision. I don’t want to risk ruining the almond-crusted French toast and omelets from the hotel down the street, one of the few places open. Though I’m usually not one for sweets, the thick brioche bread covered in sliced almonds and sweet cream are my absolute best find in the area. They’re perfect for a weekend brunch when the downtown area isn’t as busy.

The doors open on the floor of the corporate apartment. I stride down the hall with purpose and let myself in. I set the box down on the kitchen table then unload the items I brought. Not knowing if she prefers sweet or savory, egg or bread, I chose a few options.

From the silence, I’d say I’m going to find Nicole still tucked in bed—in my bed. I grin at the thought. After that unexpected moment in the living area, I carried her back to the bedroom, set her in bed, then climbed in beside her.

With the power still out, it was only natural to stay naked. I didn’t expect to be tempted to keep touching her. But I was, and,truthfully, I still am. By the time the a/c came on, we were on the third round.

I turn the knob slowly sticking my head in to find she’s still in bed. The mask is still over her eyes, the covers pulled up to her chest. She’s got her arm over her breasts, and her hair is what she’d likely call a tangled mess. I enjoyed getting it that way.

Damn, I should really switch back to oral. It seemed like the safest way to keep going when we don’t have protection on hand. Taking a chance once was risky. Continuing to do it is just reckless.

Of course, I expected to pick up condoms this morning so it wouldn’t be a concern. But we weren’t the only ones with nothing to do during the storm. I went to four convenience stores, and they were all sold out. One had a sign on the door announcingNo BeerandNo Condoms. Guess some things are universal.

Just thinking about burying my cock in her, bareback, is enough to get me hard. It’s the most mind-blowing experience of my life.

I kick off my shoes and settle in next to her, dropping a kiss at her temple. She stirs, her muscles tense, then she turns her head. Ah, the joy of waking up and not knowing where you are. Another first for her, thanks to me.

But I’m ready for her, my hand at her thigh, then I’m slipping a finger inside her. “Where am I?” I murmur by her ear.

“You’re here beside me,” she replies, her body relaxing.

I smile at her temple. “That’s right, sweet girl.”

My cock is pushing against my zipper. We need to get up before I’m climbing on top of her again. I pull back my finger, bringing it to my mouth to taste her sweet cream again. “You can take the mask off.”

She brings her hands up, stripping off the mask. For a moment, she looks apprehensive and beautifully scattered. Ionly have a second to enjoy the candid image before she blinks then wrinkles her brow, her eyes shifting. “Morning.” She gives me a shy smile, pulling her hair back as her cheeks turn a pretty shade of pink.

“Good morning.” Technically, this is the third time or so she’s woken up. But it’s the first time it’s in daylight. I’m actually enjoying having Ms. Fuentes curled up in my bed. It’s a dangerous realization, considering this is her first time out and I’m not into stayovers. “You sleep okay?”

She nods, quirking her lips. “When I did sleep, I slept hard.” She rubs one eye while keeping an arm across her chest.

“Imagine that,” I reply, taking the lead on what she inadvertently set up. “When I woke up, I woke up rock-hard.”

This time, her cheeks bloom past the rosy pink to a bright red. She presses her legs together under the sheet. “Um, that’s not a bad thing, is it?”

I chuckle, enjoying the fact she’s wonderfully clueless at how tempting she is.

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