Page 89 of The Sound of Us

“This the part where we have make-up sex to all my apology playlists,” I said. “I hope you don’t have any plans tonight.”

Skye’s phone woke us the next morning after a wild and crazy night.

“Who is calling you this early?” I pulled her into my arms, ready to resume where we’d left off only a few hours ago. “Haven’t they heard of messaging?”

“It’s tenA.M.,” she said, reaching for her phone. “And some people still prefer to talk.”

“Tell whoever it is that you’re busy being pleasured by a sex god.” I cupped her lush breasts and squeezed them in my palms.

“Down, boy.” She slapped at my hands. “I need to take this call.”

With a grumble, I released her and then pressed kisses to her nape while she talked on the phone.

“It was Michael, the men’s basketball coach,” she said, after she was done. “I don’t know how he got my number, but he wanted to know if I’d gotten my legal advice yet. It hasn’t even been twenty-four hours. If I wasn’t waiting to talk to Isla first, I would have been even more determined to write my story because he’s clearly worried. I just don’t want to put her through any more trauma.”

I leaned over and kissed her. “What could we do to distract you until Isla gets back?”

“Hmmm.” Her lips quivered with a smile. “I can’t think of anything.”

I slid a finger through her slick folds. “You’re very wet. It feels like you’re already thinking of something.”

“You say the nicest things.”

“You’re supposed to say them back,” I murmured. “You’re supposed to tell me I was amazing in bed, the best you ever had, the sex was mind-blowing. That kind of thing. Nice words mean free legal advice.”

“Everything you just said is true.” Her back arched with pleasure as I pushed two fingers deep inside her hot, wet heat. “You’ve ruined me for other men.”

“Fuck, that’s hot.” I gently withdrew my fingers. “Stay right there. I need you on top of me.”

“As if I could move.” She lay languid on the bed, watching as I grabbed a condom and rolled it on. Moments later I was back on the bed and pulling her into a straddle on top of me. I’d fantasized about having Skye like this so many times, it was yet another dream come true.

“Ride me, baby. I want to watch you come all over my cock.”

“We need music.” She reached for her phone. “I think this position calls for a little ‘Mustang Sally.’”

“A little energetic for tenA.M., don’t you think?”

“If you can’t keep up…” She leaned over, crushing her breasts against my chest. So hot. So sexy. So utterly addictive. I kissed her lips, the dimple in her cheek, the hollow at the base of her throat. She groaned and dug her fingers into my pecs, a delicious pleasure pain that almost sent me over the edge.

“Where’s the riding, Sally?” I gripped her hips and lifted her over my cock.

“Are you trying to turn me on with this primitive display of strength?” She slammed down so hard, I let out a guttural groan of pure pleasure.

“I’ll do anything for you.”

A sly smile spread across her face. “Make me come.”

Holding her hips, I pushed into her, fast and deep. Skye responded by grinding against me. God, she felt good. I could feel her flexing around me, the downward tilt of her hips a perfect match for my upward thrusts. We fell into a steady rhythm that had the headboard thumping against the wall.

“That’s it, baby.” I teased her, spreading her moisture around her clit but not touching, sliding my fingers down and then up again until her body was shaking, and she was panting for release. When I couldn’t take it any longer, I pulled out and slammed into her, over and over, my fingers digging into her hip to hold her in place. I felt her legs quiver as she approached the edge and slid my fingers over her clit. She climaxed with a sharp intake of breath, her inner walls clamping down on me so hard, I came in a rush.

Skye collapsed on top of me, and I wrapped my arms around her, holding her tight against my chest. “I still can’t get used to having sex in a bed,” she murmured into my neck. “It’s all very tame.”

“You just rode the Mustang,” I grumbled. “What’s tame about that?”

“Do you know what I need?” She wiggled on top of me as she reached for her phone.

My eyes watered at the painful pleasure. “Give me a few minutes. Your Mustang needs a rest.”

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