One Cruel Night

“So deep,” I groaned. “Oh my god! Oh god!”

“Too deep?” he asked with a conspiratorial smirk.

“No.”

“Should I slow down?” He proceeded to ease out of me so dangerously slow that I thought I’d combust, and then he went back in one millimeter at a time.

“Dear god, no, don’t stop,” I begged.

“Faster, love? Is that what you want?”

I whimpered.

“Rougher?”

I clenched all around him. I couldn’t believe I was even holding on. I was right on the edge. Everything felt like it was going to collapse at any second.

“Please.” He must have seen where I was because he smiled. “Please.”

He obliged. He finished his slow pull out, and then he thrust hard, fast, and deep into me. I cried out. And he did it again and again and again. Until those screams he’d requested burst from my mouth, and I exploded.

Spots filled my vision. I hit the ceiling and floated back down to earth on cloud nine. Everything felt like I was swimming. Barely in my body as I hovered over it all. And I didn’t really want to come back to reality. I wanted to stay in this moment of satisfaction forever.

Penn thrust twice more inside me, and then I felt him finish along with me. He grunted his own euphoria as he came deep inside me. He collapsed forward over me. The force of his orgasm knocking him over. Then, when he finally finished, we both lay, panting from exertion. Sweat lined our bodies, and it didn’t even matter.

I reached out and gently ran my fingers through his dark hair. I felt like I’d just run a marathon and could probably sleep for the next twenty-four hours. He nearly purred at my touch. He clearly liked getting his hair played with.

He kissed my shoulder once and then withdrew. I gasped at the absence of him. How I’d felt so full, and now, I felt so bereft. It was definitely too soon for more. I already felt sore, but damn, maybe it would be worth it.

He removed the condom and strode into the bathroom to clean up. I followed suit when he was finished. Then, I came back into his room and sprawled out next to him. He didn’t say anything as he lay against my stomach.

“I can still feel your body pulsing,” he said.

I blushed. Despite all we’d done, talking about it, when we weren’t in the heat of it, embarrassed me.

“That would be because of you.”

He kissed my stomach. “You’re welcome.”

I laughed. “Cocky much?”

“Confident,” he corrected.

I slid my fingers through his hair again. “I wish we’d met earlier this summer.”

“Don’t leave then.”

“What?” I asked in surprise.

“School doesn’t start until after Labor Day. I’m here until then. You could stay with me.”

Fuck did I want that. But I couldn’t imagine, in any universe, anyone in my life being okay with that. My parents would pitch a fit. Amy would drag my ass onto that plane tomorrow. I wanted to stay, but I knew I couldn’t. Still…I didn’t want to break the fairy tale.

“Maybe I will.”

“We’ll figure it out tomorrow,” he said, kissing me again. “We have something else to do tonight.”

“Oh, yeah? We didn’t see enough of Paris already?”

He slid back up my body, kissing every inch of me as he made his way to my lips. Then, he flipped me over so that I was on top of him. His erection jutted up between us. My body already pulsed at its nearness again.

“I was thinking, round two,” he said. His hand slid between my thighs and caressed my clit. “You on top this time.”

Chapter 10

PENN

“Fuck, I need a shower,” I grumbled.

I slid out of my bed and stared down at the naked blonde from last night. What an excellent choice. Who knew that Harmony’s horrid party was going to work out so well for me?

I tossed a sheet over her. We probably should have showered the sex off of us last night. But she had literally passed out after round three. And I wasn’t going to wake her up after that. Shower could wait until the morning.

I blearily checked my phone. Six o’clock in the fucking morning.

Jesus Christ! Couldn’t I sleep in anywhere?

We’d been up until the wee hours of the morning. It would have only been fair to get to sleep in until at least ten. Noon would have been even better. But no.

I flung irritable curse words at nothing and moved into the adjoining bathroom. The smell of sex clung to everything in my room and on me. It was probably pointless to wash it all off, considering I had every intention of waking her up with my head between her legs and then flipping her over on her stomach and taking her from behind. But I should probably be a little more generous with her than my fucking brain was with me and let her sleep in.