Page 177 of Celestial Combat

For the rest of the afternoon, both Zane and I tried to look casual – like two innocent people enjoying a swimming lesson.

Pretending we weren’t sleeping together on the low.

I snarled, a deep growl rumbling in my chest as I held Kali down – one hand on the back of her neck, the other keeping her hands locked behind her back – and stroked deeper into her tight, soaking wet pussy. With my knees on either side of her hips, I had her completely immobilized, letting her feel every thick inch of my cock as I slowly pulled out from in-between her legs, only to stroke back in even deeper.

All those stolen glances and touches throughout all–

God.

Thrust.

Damn.

Thrust.

Day.

Kali whimpered into the pillow, her hair all in her face, making her voice come out muffled.

Switching the angle, I stroked in slower this time, making sure she was feeling every single one of my piercings against her g-spot.

I was hard at work, trying to make her forget her own name from how good I was giving it to her – when several loud knocks at the door made me stop and check the time.

It was just eight in the evening, but we’d already called it a night, all of us too tired or more interested in doing our own thing.

Kali lifted her ass with me as I pulled out of her perfect, little pussy, as if she couldn’t take me not being buried to the hilt inside her. Well,almost. She still had acouple more inches to learn how to work with until she’d be taking my whole length.

Kali pushed up on her elbows and glanced over her shoulder, eyes lingering on my hard dick as I pulled on a pair of black boxers. “Why did you stop, baby?”

Leaning down, I pressed my mouth to hers, letting her feel how bad I didn’t want to pull away. “Someone’s at the door.”

“I’ll be quiet,” She drawled, letting her head fall to the pillow and regain her energy while I gave her a break.

The closer I got to the front door, the louder the guys’ voices grew.

I cracked the hotel door open, just enough to see who it was. Trevor, Zach, Matteo, Gìo, and Tony, were all gathered outside pumped and loud as ever.

“Yo,” Trevor said, grinning. “The girls are having a big sleepover, so we’re heading out to an underground MMA fight. Bar after. You in?”

I leaned my shoulder against the doorframe, letting the cool air from the hallway meet the warmth of the room behind me.

The scent of coconut lotion, cherry blossoms and something softer –Kali– still clung to my skin. My pulse hadn’t slowed down since we got tangled in the sheets.

“Can’t,” I said evenly.

They all paused.

“Why not?” Tony asked, frowning.

As if on cue, the bed creaked behind me – loud,traitorous.

Then complete silence.

My jaw clenched. I kept my face unreadable, but my flushed cheekbones gave me away.

The guys all took a step back, giving me space.

Trevor blinked, then frowned. “Damn. You got a girl in there? When’d you manage time for that?”