Skirt Steak (Grade-A Beefcakes 5)

“I’m warmed up,” she countered, stepping closer, but moving so she straddled one of my bent legs. She sat down on my hard thigh, began to rub her clit against me. Her juices coated my skin and she moved easily.

Fuck, that was hot. Her breasts swayed as she worked herself on my leg.

I tugged her back up to standing. “Check her, Porter.”

I wasn’t used to telling another man what to do while I was naked, but Porter didn’t complain, just cupped her pussy from behind. I watched as his fingers slipped into her, disappeared nice and deep. She went up on her tiptoes as her hands settled on my shoulders for balance.

Wet sounds filled the room as he worked her. But he wasn’t touching her clit. I wasn’t sure if she was orgasmic without clit contact, but it was sure as shit hot to watch as she rode my friend’s fingers.

He pulled them out. “Soaked.”

“Please,” she whimpered.

Porter handed me a condom. I hadn’t been paying him any attention while I had my mouth full of soft tit, but he must have gotten it from a drawer. Somewhere. Hell, who cared as lo

ng as I was able to protect Jill and get in her?

I ripped open the packet, but she stilled my hands, climbed up in my lap so she was straddling my legs.

“Whoa, baby.”

While I was barely thinking, my dick getting too close to her pussy to do so, I had enough brain cells to slow her roll.

“I gotta protect you.”

She shook her head, rolled her hips so that her pussy brushed against the length of me, her breasts rubbing against my chest as she hooked her hands around my neck. “Bare. Take me bare. I’ve got an IUD.”

I groaned, gritted my teeth. I’d never gone without a condom before. Ever. Women had said something similar before, that they were clean and on some kind of birth control. While I believed them, I’d never risked it in case they weren’t telling the truth, if they were trying to trap me. I wanted kids, but not that way. Not by deceit. And any woman willing to do that wasn’t mother-material in my mind.

I knew Jill wasn’t like that, wouldn’t lie. I trusted her words. Still…

While I desperately wanted to fuck Jill raw, this was a big fucking deal. Literally. I was clean, there was no question of that. But there was definitely a chance we’d make a baby if she wasn’t on birth control. It wasn’t that I didn’t want kids with her, hell, thinking of her belly all round with our child made me practically lose the last shreds of control I had left.

But we hadn’t talked about it and my dick two inches from heaven wasn’t the time to do so. We should have done it earlier when we’d been dressed. So much for that.

Porter moved to stand at the side of the ottoman so he could look down at her.

“We said before that there was no going back. But this, sweetness? No condom means forever.”

“With both of us,” I added, making sure she understood. She was naked in my lap, so she probably got that idea. “I’m clean. Got tested as part of the physical for work.”

“I am, too. Tested over the summer and I haven’t been with anyone since,” Porter added. I didn’t follow Porter’s sex life before we laid eyes on Jill, but I knew there was no other woman my dick wanted.

She looked to Porter, then to me, didn’t say anything but shifted over me so the head of my dick slipped through her slick folds, settled into the notch of her entrance.

“I understand. I get tested at the hospital twice a year, and it’s been a really long time since I’ve had sex. I’ve had the IUD for a while.”

I didn’t want to even think about her with anyone else, but she hadn’t asked about our pasts, and I was going to respect hers. She was with us now and that was what mattered.

“I want nothing between us. Not any longer,” she breathed. Leaning in, she kissed my chest.

Before she could lower herself down, I gripped her hips, held her up.

“What—”

She was so small it was easy to spin her about so she was still on my lap, but facing away from me.

“Liam!” Her hands settled on my knees to hold on.