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“More,” she groans, impatient.

“You’re a needy little thing, hey.”

“Well, most guys prefer to test drive, not just park the car in the garage,” she teases back, desperate to flex her hips, only my weight has her pinned in place.

“You want it hard and rough?” I question, worried that any increase in pace and force would drag her into the headboard and bruise her internally.

“I can take anything you dish out.” She smiles back, her eyes sinking closed on my next thrust, deeper and harder.

“Here I was thinking I’d go slow. Be all sweet and gentle…”

“If I wanted sweet and gentle, I’d use a bullet vibe. Fuck me like you mean it.”

Fuck me like you mean it. This woman is… astounding. My hips find a furious pace, driving deep before retreating. I pull almost all the way out before surging again. Pen meets me thrust for thrust, her breasts full and fleshy, bouncing from the movement. Each nipple is erect, becoming even harder when my tongue whispers across, then around, each turgid peak. Her back arches as she rolls to meet me, our bodies creating a new friction.

Pen rakes her nails down my back; the pinch of pain is delicious. My teeth sink into her throat, and I suck hard. Oh, yes, she’s perfect for me. Taking my cock like a queen and not giving an inch. I’ll give her mine, all nine and a half of them.

“Oh my God, Jay. Yes, just like that. I’m close.”

She doesn’t need to verbalize what my cock is feeling. Her inner walls drag slick and supple, every drive bringing us closer to release.

My hair falls forward, curtaining my kisses to her throat, her jaw, the indentation under her bottom lip. I taste her with hungry bites, nipping at her flesh like a ripe peach. So forbidden, so decadent, and so ready to explode as she tips over the edge.

“Jay!”

Fuck, I’m right there too. Her fluttering walls cinch me with incredible pressure, each pulse bringing on my own. My balls empty with a force unbidden, pumping the latex full of release. Pen continues to spasm, her needy whimpers replaced by satiated sighs. She sucks in greedy lungfuls of air while my tongue continues to explore the column of her slender throat.

“Are you okay?” I jerk my head, the movement causing the curtain of hair to flick backward. Eye contact is important, whether she’s a one-night fuck or a committed lover.

“Never better,” she sighs as I roll off her, pinching the condom so nothing leaks out of it and into her. I dispose of it in the bathroom before rejoining Pen on the bed. She hasn’t moved. Still sprawled naked across my bed with legs parted. I admire her confidence and sense of self. Most women would cover up, drape a throw blanket over their flesh, or put clothes back on. Not Pen. She’s still blissed out from her second climax in less than thirty minutes.

“Ready for another one?” I ask, and her brow quirks. The hint of a smile ghosts her lips. Lips I want to drag between my teeth again.

“Ready when he is,” she retorts, gesturing to my cock at quarter mast. “I’ll just lie here and contemplate life until your pestle is ready for my mortar.”

She won’t need to wait long. Her lascivious words and unapologetic nakedness have my dick raising from quarter mast to almost full in seconds.

Chapter Three

Aspen

WHITE LOTUS (NYMPHAEA LOTUS)

The dorm room door crashes open with a thwack against the wall, the stopper useless against brute force. What the fuck? I arrived home about twenty minutes ago, after creeping from Jay’s bed, careful not to wake him. I hate the morning after a one-night stand. The awkward “Do you want breakfast?” or “Do you need a shower?” questions when all you want to do is leave. At least I didn’t have to chew my arm off to escape. Jay was snuggled in behind me, his morning wood nestled into the cleft of my ass when I woke. After I inched forward, checking over my shoulder that he was still lost in dreams, I scooped up the discarded clothing, sans the missing buttons, and slipped from his bedroom unnoticed. My feet slid into boots, and I busied myself searching for mail to work out an address for the Uber. With no unopened letters in sight, I eased through the front door with silent footsteps. The arrival of a new day, heralded by the bruised blue of retreating night sky, made me crave a shower and some sleep. Jay and I did little sleeping together; we burned through three—or was it four—condoms during our Olympic sexcapades. That didn’t take into account how often he ate me out, or I sucked him dry, either.

With my hair still damp from the shower, and me too tired to give a fuck, I’ve only just fallen into my bed when the door is almost removed from its hinges. Rude! I rub a hand down my face and get up, walking out of my bedroom in sleep shorts and a singlet. I’m met in the tiny living space by a woman with strawberry-blonde, shoulder-length hair, and cheeks dotted with a million perfectly circular freckles.

“Oh, hey!” she exclaims on seeing me blinking at her. “I hope I didn’t wake you?”

You did wake me, but I don’t dare tell her that in case she is a vivacious intruder here to rob me of my meager possessions, or, as there is a key still dangling from the lock barrel, this appears to be my roommate.

“Hi! I’m Tali,” she squeals excitedly. This voice and personality are not sympathetic to the early hour and lack of coffee. At least she’s not miserable, but whoa, can we turn the dial down on the shiny rise just a little?

“Aspen,” I reply, thrusting out a hand to meet her outstretched one. She smells of soft spices, white lotus, and something I can’t quite place.

“Oh, a tree name,” she enthuses. “I love it.” Of course she does; she doesn’t need to live with it.

“Thank you,” I offer, tucking the still-damp hair behind one ear. “Is Tali short for something?”