Page 10 of All Her Broken Pieces

“Grind on me. Ahhh, fuuuck, that’s it. Just like that. You’re doing so well, taking all this cock into your tight little pussy.”

I swear I can feel him getting harder inside me. I swivel my hips in circles, grinding on his lap, pretending we’re in the champagne room and I’m giving him the lap dance of his life as my hands press against both walls of the shower. His hands alternate between my hips and ass, grabbing handfuls as he presses his fingers into my flesh. I don’t even care if I have bruises tomorrow because of it. Worth it.

“Open your legs,” he commands.

As I prop one leg over his quad, his hand moves to my clit. He snakes his other hand down and, in one quick motion, picks my other leg up and places it over his other thigh so I’m open wide, straddling his lap.

I continue circling my hips, though it’s difficult with my feet dangling over his thighs as I can’t get enough traction. I try to shift myself when Ethan shoots his hips up in a powerful thrust. Now that I’m spread between his thighs, he has full access to my clit and uses his fingers to continue his ministrations, applying the exact pressure I like as his hips push up into me. Talk about multitasking.

“Holy fuck, I’m going to come again,” I moan right as the most powerful orgasm of my life slams into me. Despite being in the shower, the spray is angled away from us, so I know the wetness running down his length and thighs is from me as he continues pumping up into me from beneath.

“FUUUCKKK,” he roars. His movements get erratic and sloppy as his orgasm overtakes him.

My walls are still pulsing as the last bits of my orgasm consume me, I drop my head back on his shoulder as I pant for breath.

“You sat on this throne like a motherfucking queen,” he pants into my ear as his arms band around my waist, holding me in place.

“Fuck. I’ve never squirted before, and you made it happen twice in one night,” I say, dumbfounded as I gasp for breath.

“I’m happy to serve you anytime, my queen.”

We dry off after the shower, and I pull on a pajama set out of my dresser and go through my nighttime skincare routine. I walk into the bedroom expecting him to be gone and instead find him climbing into my bed.

“What are you doing?” I ask suspiciously as he pulls back the covers, patting the mattress to get me to join him. “You’re not sleeping over.”

“Oh, I am, sweetheart. I get the whole night, remember?”

Fuck, I think I did agree to that in my post-orgasm bliss. “Fine, but you better not snore.” I climb into bed, keeping my back to him, and plug my phone in beside me. I feel him moving around behind me. “And don’t even think about cuddling.”

“Wouldn’t even dream of it,” he says as he drapes his arm over my torso. I tense beneath him as his warm breath tickles the shell of my ear. “This isn’t cuddling, just so you know. I need to prop my arm up to help me sleep.”

“You’re pushing it,” I warn.

After a minute of silence, I hear his soft, deep voice rumble against my back. “I need to see you again. Tell me I can see you again.”

“I’ll think about it,” I counter. His arms squeeze me tighter and he pulls me closer.

“What are you doing tomorrow?”

“I told you. I have plans,” I say, hoping he’ll take the hint, but he flips me to my back and hovers over me.

“What about the day after?” I swear his eyes get bigger as he starts to pout.

I roll away from him, pushing my head into the pillow to hide my smile. “So eager.”

“For you? Yes. There’s something here, Bridget. You can deny it, but I can’t.”

Relenting, I turn over under his arm. Our faces are inches apart as our breaths mingle. “Tell you what. If I wake up tomorrow morning and you’re gone, I’ll think about another night.”

“Seems like a trap.”

“I told you, I don’t do repeats, and I don’t do complicated. Keep pushing me and see what happens.”

His arm reaches up and playfully shoves my shoulder.

“Did you just push me?” I scoff.

“I wanted to see what would happen.” He flashes me his entire smile, his dimple on full display.

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