Page 74 of Going Deep
Michael’s hand tangled in her hair, dragging her head up. “Look at them,” he growled. “Watch them while I fuck you.”
She kept her eyes open, locked on the couple writhing in front of her. Jack was thrusting even faster, his arm wrapping around Abigail’s hips. From the way the other woman jerked and cried out, she knew his hand had found her clit.
Yes. Like that. She felt her own clit swell, throbbing in time with Michael’s pounding thrusts. Just…a little…more.
Michael shifted his hips, changing the angle, and hammered into her in short, digging thrusts. She swore she felt her eyes roll back in her head as everything inside her seemed to gather, tightening down, the unbelievable pressure in her pelvis threatening to tear her in two. Then it burst free, an explosion of pleasure that lit her up like the Fourth of July. Her cunt clenched on his thrusting cock, over and over again, the spasms going on and on and on until she thought she’d pass out or die if they didn’t stop.
She just didn’t care.
There was a flash of pain as Michael’s fingers dug into her hips, a flash of pleasure as he shoved his cock deep. The pulsing of his flesh buried in hers set off little aftershocks, and she jerked and moaned underneath him.
Dimly, she heard another scream, another roar of completion, and knew Jack and Abigail had followed them into bliss.
Michael stood carefully, Ginger a limp weight in his arms. He carried her to the door and out, closing it carefully behind him. To preserve the anonymity Jack had requested for Abigail, it was necessary for him and Ginger to leave first, but he was definitely not operating at capacity. He needed to sit, needed to get some water into Ginger, and then he just might not move for a week.
He used the elevator, not wanting to worry about negotiating the stairs, and rode it down to the first floor. He found a seat in one of the conversation areas, settling down on the leather sofa and stretching his legs out in front of him. Almost immediately, one of the staff approached.
“Water,” he told her. “Two bottles.”
With a nod, she hurried off to fill the request, and he relaxed with a sigh.
Ginger picked her head up off his chest to peer at him, concern darkening her eyes. “Are you okay?”
Startled, he looked down. “I think that’s my line.”
She gave him a dopey smile. “Oh, I’m excellent.”
He examined her face. Pink cheeks, heavy-lidded eyes. She looked like a woman well pleasured. A smile tilted the corners of his mouth. “I guess you are.”
The server returned with the bottles of water. He opened one and handed it to Ginger, then took the second. “Drink,” he ordered, and waited until she complied before slaking his own thirst.
She sighed and leaned back, her head nestling into the curve of his shoulder. “That was fun.”
He chuckled as he set his water on the floor and wrapped his arms around her. “It was, wasn’t it? No bad moments?”
She flicked a glance at him. “At first. I didn’t know if she wanted to be there like that.”
He nodded. “Understandable.”
“But then I realized if she truly didn’t want that, you wouldn’t have let it happen.”
He smiled at her. Trust was a beautiful thing. “Very true, darling.”
She sent him a beatific smile. “Thank you.”
He raised an eyebrow. “For?” He was pretty sure he knew, but he wanted to hear her say it.
“For giving me a fantasy, and making it okay.”
“You’re very welcome.” He pressed a kiss to her head. “No panicky moments?”
She shook her head. “They couldn’t see us, so it felt almost like watching a movie. Except way hotter.”
He let out a shout of laughter. “Way,” he agreed, and she giggled and settled back against his chest.
Her sigh of contentment made him want to cuddle her like a kitten.
“Drink the rest of your water.” He smiled at her when she tilted her head back to look at him. “You have work yet to do tonight.”
