Her short nails rake into my hair, and my name is on her breath as she exhales. It’s so fucking sexy I groan against her skin, wanting to hear my name in the same desperate plea. Her lips dot along my jaw, meeting my mouth in a kiss that is a challenge as she places her hands on my belt, releasing the clasp and making quick work of fishing it from the loops. But I’m not finished yet, so I haul her onto the bed as my belt falls to the ground with the rest of our discarded items. I climb over her, drunk on the brazen look in her eyes. I close my lips over one erect peak, and she moans my name. I swear to God, it’s even sexier than when she sighed my name, giving me another new goal as I run my fingers over her bare breast while I flick her other nipple with my tongue before licking a path to her other tit, where I draw circles with my tongue and gently scrape my teeth over the erect point. Her hands bury into my hair, holding me there as she moans with pleasure.
I lap at her nipple as I trace down the path of her body to her pubic bone, and she shivers—gasps.
Fuck me.
I trace down her seam with my fingers, feeling that she’s already wet for me.
Fucking soaked.
I groan against her, my tongue flat and relentless as I try to take the upper hand and find some control again.
Chloe widens her legs, and she reaches down, placing her hand on mine, and any semblance of me trying to find my control is gone as she moans with impatience, pressing my fingers down on her core. “Please,” she begs.
She fucking begs.
I run my fingers over her slit, rubbing her clit with my thumb. Her pressure on my hand loosens as she sighs a quiet, “Yes.”
I return to her other breast, my tongue coming down on the peak as I slide a finger inside her, and she calls out my name. I move my fingers over and inside her in tandem until she’s writhing, and then I quickly finish undressing and grab a condom that I roll onto my throbbing cock and grab her ankles, dragging her to the edge of the bed, making her laugh. She falls silent as I rub my cock along her seam. I roll my thumb across her clit again, rubbing her as I slowly bury myself into her, pausing to allow her a moment to adjust as her chest rises with heavy breaths of need and a hint of discomfort that I’m grateful passes quickly. I continue to rub over her clit, trying to ensure pleasure is stronger than her soreness.
She closes her eyes, and her muscles relax under my hands. I move slowly, gently thrusting inside of her, and her reaction is a soft moan as she nods, her hair a wave behind her. I thrust a bit harder and faster, watching her face with each move, obsessed with the soft sounds she makes and how she stares at me, unashamed as I drive into her.
When her thighs start to tremble, my movements become faster as I count the number of times she cries my name like we’re at a fucking stadium, and her cheer is the only one I can hear. She fists the sheet in her hands as the pleasure of her orgasm parts her lips and furrows her brow, and I chase it with my own, losing myself in this moment until I don’t care about a single damn thing except being here with her.
I pull out, kissing the inside of her calf that is still resting against my chest, before I gently rest it against the bed. Her eyes are closed, and she’s still except for her breaths lifting her chest.
I lean forward, brushing my lips across hers, and she reaches for me, weakly grabbing my shoulders. Her eyes slowly drift open, and she smiles, kissing me again.
“I’ll be right back,” I tell her.
She nods, closing her eyes again as her hands slip down my arms. I make quick work of cleaning myself up and return to the bed, pulling her flush against me.
“I feel like Jell-O,” she says, brushing her hair back and nuzzling her face against my chest.
I grin, running my hand over the bare expanse of her back.
“Do you have to wake up early tomorrow?”
I shake my head. “No.”
Her arm tightens around my waist. “Good.”
I kiss the top of her head. “You should rest. I’m going to be waking you up soon, spreading you out in front of that window, and fucking you senseless.” I point toward the floor-to-ceiling window. It’s mirrored on the outside, but there’s still something borderline taboo about having sex with her while we watch people pass in front of the hotel, and I can tell she agrees when she leans up with shock and excitement shimmering in her eyes.
“You’re addictive,” she tells me, dropping a kiss to my chest.
I run my fingers through her hair. “I feel the same way.”
She releases a long breath and a quiet hum. I wait until her breathing levels, and then I close my eyes, falling asleep to the sound of her peaceful slumber.
22
Chloe
“For the love of Christ, will you roll up your window?” Vanessa growls from the back seat.
I smile, too tired to object. Exhaustion and pleasure have me too sated and content to argue. Tyler woke me up in the middle of the night with his head between my legs and then took me while I laid on my side with a dizzying orgasm that made me lose feeling in my toes, my body was tingling so badly. Then, he joined me in the shower where I took him in my mouth, drunk on the power I felt as he groaned my name. He didn’t finish in my mouth though, insisting on carrying out his promise to bend me over in front of the window. I blush, recalling the scene and what it would have looked like to anyone if they’d been able to see—me bracing myself on the window as he spread me and entered me from behind. If they could have heard me as I begged him not to stop … seen the rhythm as our hips moved perfectly in sync with each other until we spiraled and exploded together… “We’re in California. The windows are supposed to be down,” I remind her.
“I swear…” she starts.
Tyler laughs, reaching across the space and running his hand over my thigh. There’s something so addictive about seeing his hands on me, so completely distracting that I forget why and if I even care about the window being open and roll it up.
I trace his fingers with mine, smiling as the desert passes us, the sky a bright and welcoming shade of blue. I lean back and close my eyes, and when his pinky locks with mine, I fall asleep.
“Chloe,” Nessie calls my name, her voice impatient again.
I open my eyes and discover a black sweatshirt spread over my lap that hadn’t been there when I’d fallen asleep. Tyler’s light blue eyes are muted with annoyance, his lips set in a thin line.
“Sorry,” I say, sitting up, shivering as the cold air from the vent blows on me.
Ty shakes his head.
“We’re trying to decide if we should stop for lunch or just eat when we get there.” Vanessa’s tone is factual and tight, proof that she’s upset about something.
I lean forward, attempting to clear the fog from my thoughts. “Um…” I glance around. “How far are we from San Diego?”
“Three hours,” she replies instantly.
I nod, hearing the request in her irritated tone. “Sure. Let’s stop. Stretch our legs.”
“We’ve gone seven straight hours in the car. It’s only been two,” Cooper argues.
“I could use some coffee,” I tell him.
I glance at Ty again, attempting to gather the pieces from what I missed while I dozed off. Everyone seems annoyed, the air tense. Ty’s knuckles are white from gripping the steering wheel so tight.