Page 58 of The Grump I Loathe
She wriggled out of the rest of her wet clothes as I shoved my pants down my legs. I popped the clasp on her bra, watching hungrily as it fell away. She was gorgeous and glorious, and I pulled her close, devouring that sassy smile with a kiss that left her moaning as I ran a thumb over her nipple, feeling it pebble.
Eddie slid her hand between our bodies, taking hold of my cock and giving it a few strokes. She swallowed hard, her lips parting as she held my girth.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, you’re just…” The corner of her mouth curled. “Big.”
I snorted.
“Isn’t that what every man wants to hear?” she asked as she released me.
I cupped the space between her legs, pressing the palm of my hand against her clit. Eddie gasped, chasing the pressure as her hands wrapped around my neck. She dropped her head back and groaned.
“That’sthe sound every man wants to hear,” I murmured in her ear.
I angled my hand differently, curling a finger along her entrance.
She nodded before I’d even asked the question, and I sank one finger into her warmth, starting a regular rhythm of grinding the heel of my palm against her clit. Her breathing sped up as she jerked against me, chasing the pressure, clawing at my shoulders.
“Yes, yes, yes!” she said, seizing up right before she trembled in my arms. I held her while she rode the waves of her orgasm, barely holding onto the last of my control. I wanted to fuck her senseless. Bury myself in her warmth. I just wantedher. Every frustratingly gorgeous inch.
I reached over, rifling in a drawer.
“Come back here—what are you even looking for?” she whined, rocking against me slowly.
“A damn condom.” I opened another drawer. I’d thrown a box in the drawer when X started sleeping over, mostly as a fuck you to him. Please for the love of anything, I hoped they didn’t get tossed.Yes!I found the box, which had been opened, and rolled it over my cock as Eddie squeezed me, making needy little sounds again.
“I’m going to bury myself so deep,” I said as I kissed her.
She nodded, making more of those desperate sounds.
“Turn around.”
She did, bracing her hands on the counter, thrusting her ass out at me. I lined up my aching cock. “Ready?”
“Fuck me already!”
I did, sinking into her.
“Yes!” Eddie hissed. “God. Fuck. Yes. So good, Connor. So—Mmm.”
Yes, my thoughts exactly.
I rocked into her, finding a steady, pounding rhythm. I was hungry for my own orgasm, but even that came second to my absolute need to chase more of those delicious sounds Eddie made. I didn’t know if it was the steam from the shower or how hard my blood was pumping, but sweat beaded upon my brow as I thrust into her.
I swiped my hand over the mirror, wiping away the steam so I could see the way her breasts bounced and watch her mouth fall open in ecstasy, her eyes clenched tight as she shuddered through a second orgasm. With that, I came, spilling as I gave one final thrust, burying myself as deep as I could.
Eddie leaned against the counter, and I leaned over her, catching my breath.
“Holy shit,” she said.
“Agreed.”
“Is there a bed around here?” she asked before the high had even completely worn off.
Fuck yes.“Guest room down the hall,” I mouthed the words against her spine.
She grimaced. “The one your mother uses?”
