Page 29 of The Jester and His Outlaw: Part 2

“Mmm…” she moans and pinches her nipple while I watch. This girl… She is everything I never expected. “Bedside drawer, stuffed in the hockey socks, are some condoms.”

“Yes, ma’am.” I round the bed and slide the drawer open. “Hockey socks?”

“Snooping mother.”

“Ahh,” I say, not wanting to think of her mother. I’ve worked hard to keep the thoughts of how I’m not good enough for her daughter from my mind since the moment I entered this house. I don’t want to believe that one day when her parents find out about me, Charley will care about what they think and cast me aside. She’s said she won’t, but that’s not the way my life works.

Too bad I can’t keep myself away from her. Self preservation is a struggle when it involves her. I’m a sinking ship with a pinhole letting water in.

“On your hands and knees,” I order and she lets out a giggle, doing as I say.

I bury myself to the hilt, driving into her with a force that takes my breath away. She collects the pale blue sheets in her fists and a ragged breath falls from her. I’m not sure how long I’ll last like this. My orgasm is already working its way up. I reach around her and find her clit, dipping my finger into her wetness and gliding it over the bud. There will be no orgasm for me until she comes again. I can do this.

She cries out, gripping my cock harder.Shit.I’m going to explode. Watching her take her pleasure into her own hands has my body going crazy. I stop my movements, needing a moment.

“Fuck, I’m sorry, I’m not going to last,” I grunt, frustrated that I can’t seem to control myself, like I’m rookie or something.

“No! No, don’t stop! Please,” she begs and backs up against me, taking my cock deep inside her until her ass is touching my hips.

“Outlaw,” I growl and pulse, dangerously close to coming.

“I’m right there Riggs, keep moving.”

So, I do as I’m told and give her what she wants. Her elbows buckle and she caves in on herself. A grunt of pleasure falls from my lips and her name comes out in a long sigh. I let go, coming with her, left with no choice because with the sounds she’s making and the way she’s gripping my dick like a vice, I’m helpless to stop myself. Not that I want to. Who could hold back with someone so sexy riding their cock?

We’re a panting, sweaty tangle of limbs when I pull out, slip the condom off, and flop onto the bed beside her, spent. She groans and slides closer to me, tucking herself under my arm.

“That was something else,” she says, her voice coming out as worn as I feel.

“I’m not sure how to take that. Is ‘something else’ a good thing?” I exaggerate her words.

“Very good, Jester. Very good.” My body goes lax. The last thing I need is us not being compatible sexually. Even if she didn’t think so, there is no way we can deny how amazing that was.

After a while of laying here and stroking her, rubbing her clit and her nipples, toying with her body then making her come again, I kiss her on the forehead and get up. As much as I’d love to stay right here, we need to eat and not push our luck. Someone is bound to come home sooner or later, and I’d rather she not be naked on the bed while I fondle her for her family to walk in on. Not dying or having an appendage cut off by an angry parent sounds like a good way to wrap this up.

“As much as I’d love to lie here staring at your naked body and making you come well into the night, I should get going.”

She groans, whining, then she spreads her legs and I have to close my eyes to keep from drooling. She’s wet and glistening… again.

“Outlaw,” I warn, but she doesn’t care. Her fingers find her pussy and she starts a nice slow rhythm meant to tease me more than her. It’s working. “You’re insatiable.”

“Only for you. Making up for lost time.” Her smile is wicked as her hips begin to rock, her ribs rising with heavy breaths. I yank her by the hips to the edge of the bed, drop to my knees, and lick her until she’s screaming my name.

CHAPTER14

RIGGS

Charley sentme home with as many pre-made meals from her “staff” as I could fit in my backpack. I had gotten up to use the bathroom and clean up and when I did, she tossed on a robe and ran downstairs to shove them in so I couldn’t tell her no.

I try not to think about how grateful and lucky I am to have her. Microwave meals have kept me fed for weeks to save money and I can barely finish them. I’m not the best cook in the world, but with real ingredients, Gramma and I got by. Microwaved crap… Let’s just say there is definitely a point to eating organic with whole ingredients.

The food in front of me is fucking fantastic. It’s grilled chicken seasoned to perfection and asparagus wrapped in bacon. I didn’t get to peek and see what the other meals were because I was too eager to scarf this one down. Whatever they are, I’m sure they’re amazing.

When Jensen walks in, my stomach is full and after a second round with Charley, I have a good post orgasm buzz that hasn’t left. Optimism isn’t my go to, but today, I’m feeling it.

“What’s this?” Jensen points to the empty plastic container I’m washing out so I can give it back clean.

“It was dinner.” His eyes roam the room and when he seems content with what he sees—a clean apartment—he joins me next to the sink as I wash out my dish.

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