Page 30 of Mensa's Match

He pulled back, but that felt so good and he glided back inside.

She inhaled sharply. “Mensa.”

He grabbed her hands and rested more of his weight on her. “Right here, woman. I’m letting you up, but you better be quick. I’m not done with you. Gonna roll to my back, so I can watch you ride me… and maybe I’ll play with your tits.”

She leaned up and kissed him again. “So many promises. You better deliver, Ragstone.”

Her using his surname hit him hard and his control snapped. He leaned down to nip at her neck just below her ear. He caught a hint of her gardenia scent, and he sucked her skin into his mouth.

“Oh, fuck, Mensa. That shouldn’t feel so delicious.”

Her voice had gone husky.

He pulled away and gently pulled out of her. “Clean up, and be quick. I got plans for you, Blume.”

Mensa woke up to three conflicting sensations. First, the bright sunshine in the room indicated it was well into the morning, which alarmed him because he’d never expected to sleep past dawn and he hated not doing what Har expected of him – getting Whitney to the body shop first thing in the morning. The second sensation was almost primal. He didn’t want to leave the room. His initial thought yesterday, that he’d hole himself up with Whitney in the room for five days, had been completely accurate.

The third sensation was physical pleasure. The moment he opened his eyes, he knew why.

After two more rounds with Whitney, he’d fallen asleep naked. From what he could see lifting the covers, she had slithered under the sheets and down the bed. She’d wrapped her fingers around his cock and taken him fully into her mouth.

Goddamn. Her mouth needed a permit. Yet, he was eager to discover how she would suck him off.

He tossed the covers off and her eyes met his. The way she looked up at him, hit him deep. He wanted to see her like that a year from now and beyond.

Her free hand moved from his balls and she touched herself.

She enjoyed what she was doing and that turned him on even more. His hips began to thrust and he called on some restraint so he wouldn’t fuck her mouth outright.

He groaned. “Get up here, woman. You can’t handle me fucking your face yet.”

She stopped and semi-glared at him. “Shouldn’t I be the judge of that? I mean, how do you know what I can handle?”

He curled up, slid his hands under her arms, and hauled her on top of him. “I don’t know, but I want your cunt right now.”

“Could fool me. You didn’t see your face when you finally woke up.”

He gave a short head shake. “Your mouth is a fucking dream, Blume, but I don’t want to get too rough with you right now.”

“Thought we were pretty rough last night,” she murmured.

He slid a hand down to massage her breast. Keeping his hands off her was harder than he’d ever thought it would be. “Yeah, but we slept in and we don’t have much time. That means, you’re gonna kiss me, and then I’m gonna fuck you from behind so we both start the day right.”

“Be better if I just ride you. I’m already in position—”

He craned his neck and kissed her silent. She also enjoyed his kisses, that was clear early, but he liked how with just a kiss he could convince her to do things his way. Just like four hours ago, her body relaxed and practically melted into him. Then he noticed she hadn’t run her fingers through his hair.

Her hand wrapped around his cock and guided him toward her.

He opened his eyes and broke the kiss. “Whitney.”

She grinned. “You can’t blame a girl for trying. Besides, youreallyliked watching me ride you.”

He couldn’t deny that. If they’d been at the clubhouse, she’d have gotten her way on both the blow job and riding him.

Two could play her game, and he reached down to glide a finger through her wetness. “I did, but this ends once we leave this room, and I’ll be damned if I don’t get everything I want from you.”

Her eyes filled with a strange combination of expressions. A blend of defiance, resolve, and it might have been disappointment or sadness. She quickly hid it, and squared her shoulders. “Then you better make it damn good, Genius. Because I guarantee, I’d have made it damn good for you.”

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