Forbidden Fling (Secret Fantasy 1)

“Yeah. Sure.” He grabs one out of his suitcase and rolls it on with fumbling hands. Then he flops onto the bed with his head facing the door. Of course. Why not let me do all the work? I don’t even care right now. I need this, and I don’t trust him to get me there on his own.

I climb onto him and slide down his cock. “Don’t you dare cum until I do.”

“Of course not, babe,” he gasps. He brackets my waist with his hands as I ride him, tilting my hips at an angle that has him rubbing me where I need it. “Holy fuck, you’re so sexy tonight.”

A creak has me looking up. The door swings open a few inches more, and there is Mr. Jones. He glares at us, the fury on his face damn near making me orgasm on the spot.

I slow down in response, arching back and put my entire body on display. “Do I feel good?”

I’m holding Mr. Jones’s gaze, but it’s Brad who answers, his voice slurred. “Yeah, baby, you feel so good. Fucking amazing.”

Mr. Jones’s gaze trails over me, lingering on my mouth, my breasts, my pussy where I ride Brad. Even in the shadows, I can see his lips move, can divine the words as if he whispered them right in my ear. Touch yourself.

I obey instantly, sliding a hand down my stomach to stroke my clit. It feels so good, even better because of who’s watching. Pleasure builds and builds, and…

“Oh fuck.” Brad groans and shoves up into me, cumming before I have a chance to. He squeezes my waist. “Sorry, babe.”

“It’s okay,” I say faintly. When I look up, Mr. Jones is gone.

I clear my throat and ease off Brad. He climbs off the bed and disappears for a few minutes. Down the hall, I hear the toilet flush, and then he’s back. He hesitates next to the bed. “I guess I could, like, go down on you or whatever?”

I almost laugh. Like I’m going to be able to come with that kind of enthusiasm behind the offer. “It’s okay.” I grab my dress off the floor and drag it on. “I’m just going to… Take a shower or something.”

“Okay.” He flops face-down onto the bed and, seconds later, a snore sounds.

I stare for a long moment. Wow, he’s really going the extra mile, isn’t he? It’s not that Brad is a bad guy—it would be easier to rationalize my being a shitty girlfriend away if that were the case—but he’s just young and selfish.

I guess I’m young and selfish, too.

I grab a large shirt to change into and step into the hall. The bathroom is small but nice, the shower behind a glass door. It’s also trashed from the four frat guys staying here. I toe a pile of dirty clothes that I think belong to Chad and sigh. This isn’t an excuse to do what I want to, but it’s all I need to turn on my heel and head for the stairs.

At the top, the door to Mr. Jones’s room is cracked open in invitation. It’s almost enough to make me turn around and go back to the dirty bathroom downstairs… Except that’s a lie. No matter what I said earlier, I was always going to end up back here.

I press open the door. Mr. Jones sits on the bed, his elbows propped on his knees. He raises a brow, and I glare. “I’m only here for the shower.”

“Liar.”

“No, I’m not.” I shut the door and head for the bathroom. “The one downstairs is disgusting.”

“Mmm.” He watches me with a hungry gaze. “I suppose the fact you just had disappointing sex with your boyfriend where he didn’t make you cum has nothing to do with you showing up here after you said you wouldn’t.”

“The sex with your son was just fine.” I walk to the bathroom door, grab the hem of my dress, lift it over my head and toss it on the ground. I can feel his gaze hot on my ass as I walk into the bathroom. It’s as nice as the rest of the house. The big tiled-in shower is really just showing off at this point, and I march into it and turn on the water.

I don’t hear Mr. Jones come in, but I can feel the moment he does because the room seems to shrink. I ignore him, intent on using his fancy soap to wash the day from my body. My hair is next, and I get a little thrill out of the fact that I’ll smell like him.

I turn around as I shut off the water to find him leaning against the counter, arms crossed, and the same hungry expression on his face. “Don’t try to pretend he satisfied you, Neveah. We both know he didn’t.”