Page 90 of Sterling Touch
“Pure honey gold,” I hiss, slipping through her folds and pulsing beneath the squeeze of her heat. The vibrator brushes against me as well, adding a strange new kind of stimulation. But my focus is all on Vale. How she clenches around me. How she’s slick from this additional touch.
We take a little longer this round while still racing the clock. Vale eventually screams my name, squeezing her thighs around mine, and dragging me over the edge with her.
“Holy shit,” I holler, surprised myself, but loving it. Loving every minute of her wrapped around me, holding me inside her, soaking my cock.
Loving her.
I collapse on top of her a second, before rolling us both to the side, keeping us attached.
“I could sleep for a week like this.” While my heart is racing, I’m spent. My arm lies loosely over Vale’s waist, but she nestles closer to my chest and purrs.
“I like the sound of that.”
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[Vale]
We’d fallen asleep exactly as he suggested, his softening shaft eventually slipping out of me. We were a mess and yet I didn’t care.
Until my phone suddenly rings. A lamp is still on in my room. Cort is still wrapped around me. Fumbling for my phone on the stand, I quickly read the time and the caller ID.
“Hudson?” I shift, pressing up on my elbow, while Cort tightens his arm around my waist.
“Miss Sylver.” The quiet female voice has me even more alarmed.
“Amelia? Honey, what’s wrong?”
With a heavy sob, the girl tries to speak. “Hudson told me to call you.”
“Are you okay? Is he?” I sit upright, as Cort’s arm loosens around my waist but doesn’t release me. The tension in his forearm suggests he’s awake as well and listening.
“Mom.” Hudson’s voice is both relief and fear. “Can you come get me?”
“Of course.” I’m already pushing at Cort’s arm and rushing off the bed, trying to juggle the slim phone between my ear and shoulder as I reach for my clothes. The phone slips free.
“Shit.” I reach for it and press the speaker button. “You’re still at the Stanton’s, right?” My fear is the kids have snuck out of the house, like something I might have done when I was a tad older than their present age and have gotten in over their heads somewhere.
I have a no-questions-asked policy with Hudson, reminding him often that he simply needs to call me for help. I’ll ask questions later. I’ve never had to indulge that promise until now, and it takes everything in me to not bombard him with an inquisition.
“We’re here. But hurry, okay?”
“Okay. I’m getting dressed.” I should ask where Henry is? What were they doing? Why was it Amelia who called first? But I keep my composure, hastily dressing. Cort has sat up as well and slowly slips off the side of my bed, stepping into his pants without underwear and tugging on his shirt.
“I can keep you on the phone,” I tell Hudson, worried that he’s hurt, as he’s clearly afraid of something.
“I’m okay. Just come and get me.”
“I’m on my way.” I click off the phone with trembling fingers.
Cort covers my hand in the firm grip of his own. “Stanton’s, right?”
“I’ve got to go,” I say, looking at him.
“I’m going with you.”
“No.” I can’t handle explaining what he’s doing with me or why at this late hour.
“Not arguing with you, Vale. I’m not letting you go to that prick’s house alone. I’ll drive.”
