The Convenient Wife

“Deep, fuck me deep.”

His hands find my hips, lifting me up onto my toes. The tip of his cock is at my entrance, so I lean back into it. He’s hard as stone, his crown swollen and hot. Slipping inside my pussy with ease, Bolt groans as he pushes forward until our skin is touching.

Holding me tightly, his fingertips secure me in place as he starts to move. He starts off slow, pulling back out until the ridge of his crown threatens to break free, then slides back in.

Pistoning his hips, Bolt picks up the pace, moving faster and deeper. I can feel him hitting my lower belly as his balls slap against my ass. My body starts to rock with him, meeting his thrust with a thrust of my own.

Bending myself in half, I spread my legs wider and hold myself steady by setting my fingers on the floor. My moans are growing louder, my muscles are getting tense and starting to buzz.

Bolt spreads my ass, taking a finger and circling my asshole. I can’t stop the moan that spills out from the back of my throat. His touch sends a rush of tingles up my body, the feeling moves like fire, fanning out in every direction.

“You like that,” he says, pushing his finger in a hair and then taking it out. “Does it feel good when I play with your ass?” His finger is in again, only this time he pushes it up to his first knuckle.

“Mm,” I coo, squeezing my ass around his finger and my pussy around his cock.

There are no more words between us. Because we don’t need any.

Our bodies are in sync, moving to a rhythm they created on their own. I can feel his pulse through his fingertips as his grip tightens. I can feel his breath on my skin as he leans over me. And I can feel my heart as it swells inside my chest.

Letting out a throaty scream, my eyes snap shut, and fireworks explode behind my eyes. The colors are bright, pink and yellow, blue and green, all of them firing off one after the other.

My body goes limp, muscles relaxing as the orgasm settles in my stomach. Every inch of my skin is buzzing and tingling, and I feel like I’m floating.

Bolt falls forward, laying his head on my back as he breathes weighted breaths. “Holy shit, it’s hot as hell in here.” Pushing back up, he takes a step back and uses the bottom of his shirt to wipe the sweat off his forehead.

Standing up straight, I stretch my back. “It is hot.”

“And it stinks like sex,” he says with a smile. Tapping the button, he sets us in motion again. “Let’s go relax and enjoy the quiet, I have a feeling we’re in for a long weekend with my parents.”

Nodding, I pull my jogging pants back up, adjusting the string and tightening it. “By the looks on their faces, I’d say you’re right. And I don’t even know them.”

Bolt laughs as he fixes his pants and shirt. “Yeah, they’re not good at hiding how they feel. They never have been.”

The elevator stops and the doors open. Bolt fans his arm out, letting me off first.

As we walk to our room, he takes my hand in his and holds it tight.

The worry I felt about his parents vanishes, the concern I felt about how he was acting toward me disappears, all of it turns to dust and blows away.

Because the way his hand feels around mine tells me everything I need to know.

Bolt likes me, and that’s all I really want anyway.

12

Bolt

Ping

Reaching over, I grab my phone off the nightstand and see a text from my dad.

It’s too fucking early for this.

“Who is it?” Starla asks as she slips her arm across my chest. Her fingers are tickling my skin, tracing my ribs as she peers up at me.

Those fucking eyes, they do things to me I can’t explain. They crush my insides, they starve my lungs, they torture me in ways I’d beg for over and over again.

Sweeping her fingertips back and forth, goosebumps jet up on the surface, cascading down my side. I shiver on reflex, and she smiles up at me, tugging her bottom lip into her mouth. She looks so fucking sexy, all I want to do is grab her and flip her onto my lap so she can ride my cock.

Setting my phone back down, I softly run my fingers up and down the outside of her arm. “My father, he wants help with a few of the things for tonight.”

“All right, I can be ready in a few minutes.” She starts getting up, but I stop her, putting a hand on her shoulder.

“No, it’s all right, I’ll go help him. You take the morning and relax. Go hang by the pool, have a drink, enjoy the sun. This place is beautiful, you don’t need to spend your day cooped up in a banquet hall.”