Page 74 of Like You Want It
Carly moans from behind my hand.
“Quiet,” I whisper. I’ve never gotten into shit like this, but fuck if seeing her reaction to it isn’t the greatest turn on. And being inside of her, I can feel her reaction, too. Her pussy tightens when I tell her to keep the noise down, the feeling racing through my body.
I pull back and thrust in, once, twice, three times, trying to find a steady pace that I can keep up that gives us both profound pleasure but also doesn’t make too much of a slapping noise that will echo against the walls.
I take my hand off of her mouth, needing to hold her hips instead.
“Harder,” she whispers, and I slam into her, holding her more firmly to keep from bucking her off the ground and sending us both tumbling.
“I’m so close,” she pants out, her face etched with ecstasy, her hands dropping lower to rest on my ass. “Please.”
I shift angles to try and find the spot that’s gonna do it for her and I see her eyes start to glaze over.
“Hey Carly, are you in there?”
We both freeze at the sound of Noah’s voice.Fuck, fuck, fuck, what the fuck is he doing?
I watch her twist her hips and then clear her throat. “Yep!”
Her voice is louder than I would have expected, but other than that, I couldn’t even tell she was mid fuck. I’m impressed. Her eyes stay glued to mine, and then her hands push at my butt again, so I slip back inside her. I want to groan, but manage to keep my mouth shut by leaning down and sucking on her neck.
“The pizza’s gonna be here in about ten minutes. Mom wanted you to know, but she said to take your time.”
I pull out slowly, then creep back in, Carly’s soft pants coming rapidly next to my ear.
“Sounds good.” And then she rotates her hips again in a way that has my dick weeping inside of her. I’m so close I can barely feel my feet.
“Does it turn you on to have someone listening?” I whisper into her ear and she lets out a slight whimper.
“You okay?” Noah calls through the door.
“I’m fine,” she replies. “I’ll be down soon.”
“Kay.”
I keep up my slow in and out, not switching to a hard thrust.
“We can’t be sure he’s gone,” I whisper, feeling her tighten again. “He might still be there, wondering if you’re okay. But you’re in here with me. Getting fucked hard in the shower.”
“Harder, please, Fin” is the plea she makes on a strained voice, her body so close to coming she looks like she could burst out of her skin at any moment. Her hands fly up to the top of my back and her nails scrape down the entire length of my back.
“Fuck it if he hears,” I groan into her ear, then start slamming into her, our skin slap, slap, slapping with a wet smack as I pummel into her and take us both over the edge.
She cries out, her voice at full volume for just a split second as she digs in those nails to the point where I’m gonna have marks for days. I feel myself crest the peak, and then tumble over after her, so startled I think I go blind, the pleasure aggressive, intense, enough to steel the very breath in my lungs.
I stroke in and out of her a few more times, until it becomes painful and we’re both jerking from sensitivity. Then I pull all the way out.
Carly stays plastered against the tile wall, her chest heaving, her eyes closed. I step away, under the showerhead, place my face in the water, my palm on the tile, and just let it rush over me.
I close my eyes.
Fuck.
What the fuck was that?
I open my eyes, staring at the tile blankly, my chest heaving and my body ready to buckle to the floor after the exhausting pace I set for us.
A minute goes by before I feel delicate hands wrapping around my waist from behind, a small kiss pressed to the center of my back.
