Page 48 of Always Salty

I tightened my hands around her hips and let my head fall back on the chair’s back, unable to stop myself from fucking her.

My hips drove up as my hands pulled her down.

The sound of our hips slapping filled the silent room just before the sound of rubber hitting glass followed.

My eyes snapped open as I looked through Keely’s crazy, curly hair to see the window washers on her room’s windows.

I knew they knew we were there, too.

Neither one of them tried at all to act like they weren’t watching, and some irrational urge goaded me to pull my gun out and shoot them both for seeing.

I didn’t, though I did pull her in closer and allowed my hand to slip down the crack of her ass to cover her from sight.

I glared hard, and all of a sudden both men found something else to focus on as they continued to clean the window.

“I’m gonna come,” she whispered into my ear.

“Then come,” I urged.

She keened against my neck and her pussy locked down on my cock.

The rhythmic pull of her pussy drawing on my cock was enough to send me over the ledge myself.

Hot spurts of my come filled her tight pussy, and I momentarily went blind as I chased the last dregs of my orgasm.

“Holy fuckin’ shit,” Keely breathed.

There was a harsh thump, and we both turned to look at the window.

“Oh my god. Did he just fall?”

“I hope so,” I grumbled.

She slapped me on the shoulder and started laughing. “That wouldn’t be funny!”

“Actually, it would,” I said. “What’s the point of this blanket if it has so many goddamn holes in it?”

“It’s a knit blanket. They’re supposed to have holes,” she pointed out. “And it’s decorative. I don’t actually use it as a blanket.”

“What, exactly, would one need a decorative blanket for?” I wondered. “Seems like a waste.”

“Aesthetics,” she answered. “Now, how am I going to get to that bathroom without the one that’s still there seeing me?”

I picked her up and walked with her to the bathroom, using my hand as a shield once again as I deposited her onto the floor of her bathroom and slamming the door closed with my toes.

I grinned as I pulled out of her and watched my release slide down the length of her thigh.

“I really am on birth control,” she said. “I have the implant right here.”

I ran my fingers along the spot on her arm where a birth control implant resided just underneath her skin.

I couldn’t stop myself from glaring at it. “I don’t like it.”

“You may not like it, but having babies isn’t on my Bingo card for the year.”

“Technically, if you got pregnant now, you wouldn’t have it until next year,” I pointed out.

She reached into the shower and turned it on before dropping the blanket.

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