Page 11 of Offside Possession
And it was beautiful.
Earth-shattering as waves of pleasure and heat unfurled into an almost out-of-body experience. I clung to him like he was mine, and I knew it would be hard to let him go. And I had a feeling it had nothing to do with the fact I’d just had the best sex of my life.
Sharing an orgasm with someone was something I thought only existed in porn or smut. But there I was, coming undone on top of him as he pulsed behind the latex barrier. Our foreheads rested against one another as we caught our breaths. His lips touched mine while his hands stroked my back. I rested my head on his shoulder like there was no rush for me to call an Uber or for him to take care of the condom.
“That was…” I started to say, but the words died on my tongue as unexpected emotions rose up within me. He kissed my forehead.
“It was.” There were no words to describe what we’d just experienced. I lifted up, a gasp escaping at the loss of him as I looked down at him. “I should take care this,” he said, and I felt his hand at his shaft.
“Right,” I whispered as I rolled off him.
He stood, and I watched as he walked around his room and right through to the ensuite bathroom. I pressed my legs together, smiling softly at the wetness between my thighs. My head fell back onto the pillow, and I pressed my lips together.
I couldn’t believe that just happened.
I’d known there was a reason I had to go out when I did. I glanced at his room for a moment before I forced myself to sit up, bringing the sheet with me. Not because I was shy or trying to be modest, but because suddenly, the room felt cooler. We had been so worked up and hot over one another, I hadn’t even noticed the AC or the room temp.
Temptation prickled to ask his name, to break the rules and exchange phone numbers and maybe make plans to see each other again soon. I bent to grab my bra when a foot stepped over the material. I glanced up at my hot stranger and smiled.
“What do you think you’re doing?” he asked, brows bunched.
“I took the rough and bumpy ride, handsome. I should probably—“
“Get back in bed and hold on to the headboard.” He pointed, and my eyes widened.
“Excuse me?”
“I didn’t stutter.”
“Handsome, we said—“
“One night,” he cut me off. I managed not to flinch from the sting of his words. One night. Me and my stupid mouth and dumb-ass rules! “The night’s not over, troublemaker.” The promise of more hung thick between us.
The smart thing would have been to walk away.
One time with this man had already shaken up my world and probably ruined me for anyone else. I couldn’t imagine feeling anything close to what he had made me feel with someone else. Another round or two? I’d never be the same.
But I knew I wasn’t going to do the smart thing when it came to my tall, dark stranger. I stood and turned before looking over my shoulder and winked at him. I crawled to the end of the bed and did as I was told.
Like a good girl.
CHAPTER 6
SCOTT
I woke up in the middle of the night to a warm feminine body pressed tightly against my front. I didn’t even have to open my eyes to know who was there.
My troublemaker.
Mine, this possessive voice in my head claimed. Mine. Mine. Mine. I breathed in the soft coconutty scent of her shampoo and exhaled slowly.
She stirred, her ass rubbing against my front, and it didn’t take us any time to notice I was hard. Rock hard.
“I should get going,” she sleepily mumbled. Something vibrated through my chest. Something primal. Animalistic. My hand wrapped around her breast, and the two of us hissed. Her leg rose, and I scooted closer. My eyes shut tightly at the feel of her heat and wetness against the length of me as I lined myself up against her.
“Your pussy’s fucking dripping,” I mumbled into the shell of her ear.
“Handsome,” she whispered. Part of me wanted to tell her my name if only to hear it in that sexy soft tone I knew I would be hearing on a loop once tonight was over.
