Page 61 of Unhitched

Running my hands up her thighs, my fingers slip under her short floral skirt.

I fucking love this outfit she wears–the skirt paired with a thin white tee knotted at her stomach to reveal a sliver of skin and the pink heart perfectly framed in her belly button.

Note to self: buy her more crop tops. I grind against her, already hard in my jeans, and kiss her again.

She drops the owl on the counter beside her, weaving her hands into my hair at my nape as she kisses me back for a second before breaking it. “So much for not making me horny in Ikea,” she whispers breathlessly .

“I didn’t make any promises.” I slide my hands further up her legs, brushing a thumb across the silk. “Fuck,” I mutter under my breath. “You’re already wet.”

She leans forward, bringing her face closer to mine. “I’m so turned on right now, Kace. Please don’t tease me.”

“Me? Tease you?” I smirk. “Never.” God I feel like a new person since letting myself love Mya.

I feel comfortable saying whatever comes to mind.

I feel safe to let out the side of me that wants to have more fun.

I feel confident that I can live on the edge because even if she can’t catch me, she’ll never let me fall alone.

I press my thumb against the apex of her thigh, sliding it under her panties and over her slit. She lets out the sweetest moan as her head falls to my shoulder. “Kace, I want you so badly.”

“You know all you have to do is ask.”

Her gaze snaps to me even though I can tell focusing is hard as I rub circles against her opening, trying to get her as wet as possible. “Stop. You are not going to have sex with me in Ikea.”

“Is that a dare?” I challenge.

“You don’t care that we could get caught?”

“I mean, I’m not trying to go to jail, but…

” I trail off. I have no idea what else I was going to say because all logic is out the window now.

“I’ll keep an eye on that mirror.” I nod toward a mirror on the other side of the doorless entry to the pantry that gives me a solid view of anyone within ten feet.

She bites into her lip and eye fucks me so hard, it's all the approval I need. She reaches for the buttons on my jeans, only fiddling for a moment before they’re unsnapped and the zipper is down.

“Try to be quiet,” I remind her, and she mimes zipping her lips and throwing away the key.

The promise is immediately forgotten the second I plunge my thumb inside her.

She lets out another moan but catches herself, biting into my shoulder to keep herself quiet, and fuck is it hot.

After I massage her until she’s soaking wet, I tug her back to the edge of the counter as close as she can get.

Pulling out of her, I free my throbbing dick from its constraint and move her skirt out of the way as I push into her. Her teeth dig into my shoulder as I thrust with little resistance, my dick twitching inside her, begging for more.

I glance at the mirror to my right and hold the stare for a moment, making sure there’s still no one around us.

Then I pull out of her slowly. It’s so slow it’s pure torture.

But it’s also pure pleasure as I feel my length sliding out of her pussy.

I plunge back inside while keeping a firm grip on her ass for leverage.

Holy fuck, I already feel like I could come.

“Mya,” I whisper against her hair, freezing my thrusts. Her pussy clenches a bit as she looks up at me–as if me saying her name pulled her closer to the edge. She gives me a hazy grin.

“Hmm?”

“You’re so goddamn hot. There’s no way I’m going to last long.”

Her smile widens like she’s proud of herself for that.

“Tell me what you need to get you there with me.”

She chews on her lip before answering. “Play with my clit,” she whispers. “Kiss my neck.” She tilts her head to give me access, her hair falling behind her shoulder. Holding eye contact, she adds, “And bottom out. Every. Single. Time.”

Fuck me. I could come just listening to her talk. Instead, I pray to whatever sex gods will listen that I can last long enough to fulfill her three wishes.

With one hand still gripping her ass, I bring my other to her clit, giving her just enough pressure to melt into my touch.

I glance up at the mirror one more time for good measure because more than hating jail, I would hate anyone else seeing my girl fall apart like she’s about to.

With a clear coast, I kiss up her neck, nipping and sucking lightly as I thrust into her.

The containers lining the shelves above her rattle every time I fill her, but there’s no stopping now.

Her fingers tighten their grip on my hair at the same moment her pussy clenches around my cock. Waves of her orgasm tightening around me send me flying over the edge, coming inside her. I continue to thrust, slowing the movement as we both level out.

Between heavy breaths, Mya holds my gaze, her lips parting. “You give me everything I’ve ever wanted.”

Still inside her, I pull her close, not ready to separate even though I know we need to. “Not yet. But I will.”