Page 11 of Fallen Ink

And then she came again. He lapped her up, aware that if he didn’t get inside her soon, he’d burst right then and there. He stood up quickly and undid his pants, thankful that they’d both taken off their shoes at the door since they were drenched. When he stood between her spread legs and wrapped her hair around his fist, she smiled up at him, the look in her eyes one of a woman drunk on lust, and he knew his likely mirrored hers even though he hadn’t come yet. He crushed his mouth to hers, his need for her intensifying to the point where he wasn’t sure he’d ever come back from it, at least not whole.

“Spare condoms are in the drawer,” she panted, her legs wrapped around his waist, her pussy wet and hot against his stomach. He was damn glad she’d remembered a condom because she was so fucking sexy right then, he’d almost fucked her bare, and that wasn’t something either of them was ready for. Hell, he wasn’t sure that was something they’d ever be ready for.

“Spare?” he asked, fumbling for the drawer beside them. He quickly found the box of condoms, ripped open the container, then did the same to the packet before sliding the rubber over his length.

“I have more in the bedroom. These are in here in case I run out in there. I mean, it’s not like I want to run from the bedroom to the bathroom for a condom, you know? Breaks the mood.”

He really didn’t want to think about another man fucking her at the moment, so he pushed those images from his head. “Thankfully, I’m going to fuck you right on this counter, so that works.” He kissed her hard then pulled back so he could look into her eyes as he slid into her, inch by aching inch until he was seated to the hilt inside her wet heat.

“You’re so fucking big,” she whispered, laughter dancing in her eyes. “And I can’t believe I just said that out loud.”

He grinned, pumping his hips slightly so he moved in and out of her. “Well, a guy needs those kinds of compliments. And you’re really tight. Perfect combination.”

She lifted her hips slightly from the counter, bringing him deeper, and they both moaned.

“Fuuuuuck,” he growled. “Hold on tight, Addi.”

“As long as you make me come, I can do that.”

He kissed her again. “Done.”

Then he moved.

He had one hand on her hip, holding her so tightly to him that he knew he’d probably leave a bruise. The other was on the back of her neck so they had their heads together, their gazes down, watching his length move in and out of her. It was singularly the most erotic sight he’d ever witnessed, and as his balls grew tight, he knew if he didn’t make her come fast, she’d make a liar out of him with her sweet pussy.

Mace kissed her again then moved his hand from the back of her head to play with her clit. “Come, Addi. Come on my cock.”

“Demanding.”

He flicked her clit. “Needy.”

“Fuck, yeah,” she whispered and then broke apart as she came again. Her cunt was like a vice on his dick, and he came with her, swallowing her scream with his kiss as he thrust in and out of her with frenzied need on the wave of their orgasms.

Soon the sound of their breathing was the only noise in the bathroom, and he looked at the window, noticing that the rain had all but died down, and the wind was no longer making the house rattle.

Then, the reality of the situation hit him.

He was late picking up his daughter because he’d spent the past thirty minutes fucking his best friend in her bathroom. He still had his damn cock inside her, and neither of them had said anything since they both came so hard he was pretty sure he’d see stars for the next hour.

They’d made a huge fucking mistake, and as he looked into her eyes, he knew she knew it, too. But instead of kissing her like he should and telling her everything would be okay, he pulled out of her and disposed of the condom. How could everything be okay when neither of them had spoken a word to each other about what they were doing? This…need for each other might have always been there, but their acting on it had come out of nowhere.

“I have to go pick up Daisy.”

Adrienne blinked and then closed her legs, covering up her breasts as much as she could with one arm as she nodded. He was a fucking bastard, but he had no idea what he should say to make everything okay.

He was ruining his best relationships because he was so far out of his depth, yet he had no idea how to fix it.

“Go, she’s probably wondering where you are.” There was no censure in her tone, no hurt, but the lack of emotion spoke volumes.

“I’ll pick you up in the morning?” he asked, pulling up his jeans. “Are you going to call Carter tonight.”

She nodded, her hands still covering herself, though he’d tasted every inch she now hid from his sight. “I’ll get it done.” She cleared her throat. “Uh, see you tomorrow.”

He met her gaze, willing either himself or her to say something, to say anything to make this better. But they hadn’t said a word before they did what they’d done, and with so many emotions running high, he knew they wouldn’t now either.

Not yet.

“Okay, then.”

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