“Not if I can help it.”
I sweep my thumb across the wetness, dipping between her bare lips. “You’re soaked, sugar.”
“You talk too much, superstar.”
Her words act like lighter fluid, sending my need flaring and my plan to shit. Instead of taking my time, I have to be inside her.
“Get my cock out. I need to fuck you.”
For the first time, she doesn’t snap back with a defiant answer. Her hands go for the buttons of my jeans, tugging them open, and my cock springs free. When Ripley’s hand wraps around it, my groan fills the room. I tangle her fingers with mine to stop her from jacking me off right here.
“Not coming until I’m inside you.”
Reaching into my back pocket, I pull out the condom I shoved there earlier tonight and tear it open with my teeth. Before I can put it on, she tugs it from my hands and rolls it down my shaft with another squeeze. I step closer to the bar and fit my cock against her entrance.
“Look at me,” I demand.
Ripley’s gaze collides with mine.
“You’re gonna watch me fuck you, and when we’re done, you try to lie to me and say you didn’t love every minute of it.”
30
Ripley
My mouth dropsopen at Boone’s words, and he leans forward to steal another taste from my lips before burying his cock balls deep on the first stroke. I reach out to brace myself on the cool wood, and before I can adjust to the fullness, he pulls back and thrusts again. Fast and then slow. Fast and then slow. The changing pace lights my body on fire, and I grab the edge of the bar, white-knuckling it for the ride.
As he pounds into me over and over, I hold off my orgasm as long as I can, like I’m proving some kind of point.
“Oh God.” I gasp as the climax smashes into me. “Boone. Shit.”
“Give it to me. I want to hear it.”
At his order, the moan I’ve been keeping in spills from my lips. “Fuck yes. Fuck yes.”
He hammers into me as my body tenses, pleasure rippling through every cell. Finally, Boone’s thrusts slow as his cock pulses inside me.
His groan is unintelligible. He lowers his forehead against mine as I haul in breath after breath.
Pounding starts on the door, and we both jerk our attention to the front of the room.
“Oh my God.” I scoot back on the wood at the same moment Boone pulls out of me. “You have to get out of here. Now. Go!”
“I haven’t even rolled the condom off my dick, and you’re—”
I jump down, grab my jeans, and pull them up my legs. Boone ducks behind the bar, I assume disposing of the condom, and I tug on my boots.
“Go!” I motion him toward the back door as he shoves his dick in his pants and buttons them.
“Are you crazy? It’s the middle of the goddamned night. I’m not letting you open the door to someone by yourself.”
“Then hide.”
“No way.”
The pounding comes again.
“I lost my wallet!” a voice yells from outside. “Anyone there?”