Wild Collision (Us 4)

In one smooth movement I’m inside her and I literally sigh in relief. It’s been torture waiting to sink into her warm pussy.

Her lips part with a breath and I can’t help but wonder if she’s feeling the same.

Of all the girls I could fall for, I have to question why her. She’s the one girl who could cost me everything—my career, my future, my sanity—but fuck she’s worth it.

“Harder,” she begs, and I curse under my breath.

This girl will be my undoing.

I oblige her, more than happy to do so.

She whimpers and presses a hand over her mouth to stifle any noise she makes.

I want to tell her it won’t be enough when I make her scream, but I can’t find the words to speak. I can feel the tendons in my neck sticking out as I fight to keep myself quiet too. I feel like a teenager again, struggling not to get caught. There’s something exciting about it—the desperation to stay quiet.

I lower my head to the crook of her neck, pressing my lips to her sweat dampened skin. We’ll both need a shower after this and if she even thinks for one second I’m letting her shower alone she’s sorely mistaken.

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??H-Hollis,” she pants, her nails raking down my chest. “I-I’m—”

“Fall baby,” I breathe. “I’ll catch you.”

Her eyes nearly roll back into her head as she falls over the edge into blissful pleasure. Her tight pussy squeezes my cock and with a groan I follow her over the ledge, helpless to stop it.

“Mia,” I exhale against her skin, kissing her collarbone.

“I know,” she, brushes her fingers through my hair. “I know,” she repeats.

I pull out of her, getting rid of the condom. I then lay back down beside her, both of us struggling to regain our breath.

I recover first and haul her naked body over my shoulder.

“Hollis,” she hisses. “What are you doing?”

I smack her bare ass and she jolts. “Washing your sexy body, that’s what I’m going to do,” I warn her, setting her down in the bathroom.

She watches as I turn the shower on, letting it warm, before I pull her inside. I don’t have any fancy smelly girly shit, so she’ll have to make do with my soap—which might undo me, knowing she’s going to smell like me all fucking day.

I watch the water sluice over her breasts and she smirks.

“Like what you see, Wilder?”

I force my eyes to meet hers. “You know I do.”

She wraps her arms around my shoulders, standing on her tiptoes.

“I’ve never had shower sex,” she confesses. “Care to show me how it’s done?”

My body roars to life once more at her words. “You fucking bet.”

* * *

My leg bounces restlessly in the studio and I chew on the side of my nail. I’m never like this, but replaying every moment between Mia and me this morning has me on edge considering her father is in the same room as I am. If he knew what I’d done to her … I’d be a dead man right now.

Beside me Rush bumps my leg with his and grinds out, “Stop looking like a guilty motherfucker, please. You’re going to get us all in trouble.”

I let my finger drop from my mouth. I know he’s right, and if Rush—Rush who’s the biggest manwhore of all of us—is calling me out, then I know I look bad.