Page 122 of Fostering Chemistry
As I frantically nodded, my hands clawing across his back, I heard the rasp of his zipper, the crinkle of a condom wrapper, and then he was there, his cock pressing against me.
“Now,” I pleaded, my hips rolling. “Please, now.”
He didn’t make me wait. Pushing aside my panties, he thrust into me, filling me with one smooth stroke. I cried out, fisting his hair in a way that was probably painful, but neither of us gave a shit. His thick cock filled me, stretched me, and as I writhed up and down, all I wanted was more, more, more.
Diego set a punishing pace, his hips slamming against mine, his cock hitting that sweet spot inside me with every thrust. I’d never had it like this, so fast. So primal. My gasping breath was ragged and raw.
“You feel so damn good,” he panted, his voice strained. “You’re so fucking tight.”
I squeezed myself around him, and a throaty groan rumbled through his chest. I could only moan in response, my body tightening around him, my orgasm building with every powerful thrust of his hips. The angle of his cock somehow scraped against my clit, but even if it hadn’t, it wouldn’t have mattered. I was so damn close.
Then, pushing me more firmly against the wall, his finger found my clit and rubbed it hard.
I shattered in his arms, my body convulsing and tightening around him, my cries accompanying my harsh breathing.
He followed me over the edge, his hips pushed forward, his cock pulsing inside me as he came. I bit my lip hard to keep from being too loud as I clung to him, trying to breathe through the onslaught of pleasure.
Diego braced a palm on the wall next to me, leaning heavily against me as we both tried to catch our breath.
My eyes closed as my forehead rested on his shoulder, my arms still wrapped around him. He was still inside me, and I wanted him to stay there forever, but bit by bit, reality was returning. Like how we were in a public place. And how two other men who were very important to me were waiting for us.
He stepped back, and I reluctantly let go of him. He kept his hands around my waist, making sure I didn’t slide right down the wall onto the floor. When he deemed me steady enough, he stepped back, dealt quickly with the condom, and tucked himself away. I got one quick glimpse of his cock. Even in its softened state, it was big. Wow. No wonder I’d felt a stretch.
I did my best to smooth down my skirt and my sweater, but it was like my limbs were no longer under my control. That orgasmhad reduced me to a quivering mess. A very, very satisfied quivering mess.
Then the door flew open, and a light turned on. Panicking, I blinked. Had Aaron or Cody come looking for us? Diego stepped in front of me.
A dark-haired man in a white apron stood in the doorway staring at us.
Oh shit.
Frantic, jumbled thoughts filled my mind. Did he know what we’d been up to? There wasn’t a legitimate reason for us to be in this room, was there? If so, I sure as hell couldn’t think of anything in my current state.
And just as the guy opened his mouth, Diego spoke to him in very rapid Spanish.
My breath caught, and I waited as Diego’s words echoed around the room. The silence that followed was agonizing. Then the man by the door smirked, turned around, and left.
I nearly sank down to the floor with relief, but Diego caught me, sliding his hand around my waist. “You okay?”
Um… was I? “Maybe?” I said, my voice shaky.
He smiled at that. “That’ll have to do for now. Can you pull it together enough to make it back to the table?”
“Possibly?”
He kissed my temple. “I’d carry you, but I think it would cause a bit of a stir among the diners.” He led me toward the door, his eyes cutting to me. “That was really fucking amazing.”
Nodding in agreement, I stopped before the door, taking one last moment to try to smooth down my clothes and hair. “What did you say to him?”
Diego hesitated, a sly grin playing around his lips. “Let’s just say that the bro code works in many languages.”
I couldn’t meetanyone’s eye on the car ride home, certainly not Diego’s. Luckily, everyone seemed pretty full and content to be quiet. Cody’s head was bobbing, his fingers tapping, and I was beginning to recognize that look. It was the one that said he desperately wanted to be near a piano, or a pad of paper to jot down the melodies in his head. Luckily, we were going to a place where he could do both.
Aaron kept glancing my way, but he seemed to accept it when I said I was fine, just full and a little tired. Nevertheless, his gaze kept landing on Diego too, and I half-wondered if he was going to go all protective and tell Diego to go easy on me tonight. If so, the message was a little too late, and I was very glad for it.
Later,when I was in his arms and in his bed, it was amazing.
Twice since we’d met, we’d let passion and arousal overwhelm us, and both times it had felt good at least physically. There was something so heady about getting carried away with that, with both of you plunging headlong into that madness together. But lying there next to him, speaking softly in the dark, talking about anything and everything—that was what I’d needed to truly feel that our relationship was back on track.
