Page 109 of Touch Me

I hold onto his shoulders while our teeth and tongues clash, and he buries himself deeper and deeper. He pulls his head back to look down, where his body disappears into mine, slamming into me harder and faster, but there is a troubled look in his eyes. Is this too much touching?

“What do you need?”

“I don’t know,” he pants. “Something.” He squeezes his eyes shut.

He seemed to like my heels digging into his skin—I pull my hands off his neck and slip them under his arms to reach around his back, then dig my nails in to scratch down his back. His eyes fly open, and he growls, his hand going around my neck. The hand around my waist tightens as he nails me to the wall with his cock, pummeling me over and over.

“Oh god, Jace.”

“Do it again,” he whispers between breaths.

I dig my nails in and score a pattern of our lust all over his back as he groans and growls, wild as he slams into me.

My muscles pulse as Jace grows thicker inside me. With his hand around my neck and his moaning in my ear, I come apart, shattering into writhing, sweaty pieces. Jace grunts as his slick, heated skin slams into me once more and he roars his release.

Jace pins me to the wall with his hips as he smooths my sweat soaked hair out of my face, kissing from my shoulder, up my neck, and settles on my mouth. Soft strokes of his tongue and lips bring me down, and we both slow our breathing.

He pulls away and eases me down as my shaky legs hold my weight, then grips the sides of my face and leans his forehead down to meet mine.

“God, I love you.”

I smile and pull back to look in his eyes. “I love you too.”

“So how was the unrealistic porn sex?”

“Let’s just say you get a gold star in the research department.”

THIRTY

PRIME SPANK BANK MATERIAL

Walkinginto work the next morning, and feeling sore in the most delicious way, has me smiling like a love-sick fool. I practically float to my desk and, though I can see people are staring, I couldn’t care less.

Ashley smirks as I approach. “Well, who fucked that glow into your face?”

“That’s a weird question,” Jen answers. “Who else would it be besides the one and only Sexy Sweats.”

“I forgot. You’remonogamous,” Ashley retorts, using air quotes for some reason.

“Babe, what’s wrong?” I plop my bag on the desk and sit across from her. “Why are you so spicy this morning?”

“Ugh, sorry. I matched with some guy on Tinder last week and we had plans last night. Then he texts me and bails because, get this, he didn’t have enough money for bus fare.” She throws her hands in the air to emphasize, “Bus fare?” She points to her crotch, “This isn’t bus pussy.”

“Oh no. I’m sorry, honey.” Jen reaches over and rubs her back to soothe her while stifling a laugh.

We all try to hide our smiles, and Ashley looks at each of us with death in her eyes. “You all think I have bus pussy?”

Alex reaches over and squeezes her hand. “No, no. Not at all. We just think any dick is imperative at this point. You’ve been a little unbearable the last few weeks.” He reaches for his phone. “I have a couple of single friends. Why don’t we go out this weekend and see what happens?”

“Now I have charity pussy?” Ashley whisper screams, as she grips her morning coffee so tight the sides start to dent in.

“Ashley, honey, do you see what’s happening?” I gesture to her cup. She looks down and slowly sets the cup down as if it were dynamite. “Maybe it’s not a bad idea.” I shrug timidly, leaning away so she can’t reach across the desk and strangle me.

“Orgasms, Cassie. Orgasms. That’s what I need. And not the battery operated ones.” She turns to Alex, “No offense, babe. But how am I supposed to get off with a guy if all I’m thinking about is the fact that he’s only sticking it to me as a favor to a friend? You know how elusive the female orgasm is. She peeks her little head out of the closet and one intrusive thought, or just hearing the dryer ding that it’s done, andpoof,she’s gone. Back into hiding, hibernating for the winter, never to be seen again.” Ashley sits back and sucks in a breath.

“Smash, you need dick. And I won’t tell any of them about your, uh, desperate circumstances. Why don’t we just plan a night out? I’ll invite some friends, and if you vibe with someone, cool. If not, you have some new friends. No harm done.” Alex picks up his phone and starts browsing his contacts.

“Oh my god.”Ashley smiles and fans her face. “What am I going to wear?”

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