Page 41 of The Storm

Nick’s hips shift as he moves against me, and for a moment, I don’t understand what he’s doing, but then his jeans are open too, and I blink for a moment and try to settle the roar of my blood into something more manageable.

Nick’s other hand is still wrapped around me, working me over, and then his bare hip is against my palm, and his cock slapsagainst mine, and I shove my own hand between us. I wrap my fingers around him, thick and scorching hot and silky smooth, and I have no fucking idea how I’m still upright, but my hips are rocking against Nick’s, my cock fucking into his fist, and he’s doing the same, and everything else in the whole world becomes small and pointless background noise. What matters are our panting breaths and the violent slam of my heart, and the way pleasure climbs higher inside me. This vicious, undeniable wave that floods through me.

It’s fast and frantic and loud. We’re being so fucking loud.

Reckless. So fucking reckless.

Nick groans against my mouth. Hot wetness spills onto my wrist and over my fingers and his fist tightens around me. I can smell his release. His cock is slippery and wet and so are our hands. The muscles in my thighs lock as the tension between us peaks.

A violent shudder moves through my body.

A hot mouth presses against mine.

I come so hard, my knees go weak.

I slump against Nick, my forehead pressed into his collarbone, eyes squeezed shut, a panting, moaning mess.

And all I can think is,this is how you ruin me.

For the next few minutes, there’s only me and Nick left in the world. We’re sharing the same breath, skin to skin, holding on to the stubborn delusion that we didn’t just royally fuck up. At least for a few more moments.

Maybe I could stretch it out for a bit longer, but then I look down, and the real world comes crashing back in.

I have his cum on my hand.

And neither of us has made a move to tuck ourselves back in, so there’s his cock. And his hand is still wrapped around my dick, cupping me, thumb moving absently over the side of mysoftening shaft. His breathing is very loud in my ears. And oh shit, what the fuck have I done?

I’m suddenly aware of the vibrating somewhere on the floor.

He lets go of me abruptly and then both our moves are precise and fast. Cocks back into pants. Zippers up. Nothing to see here.

There’s still cum on my skin. My hand is still sticky withNick’scum. I spread my fingers wider and stare at my palm.

My phone keeps vibrating on the floor. No idea how it got there. It must have fallen out of my pocket while we were?—

A shaky breath escapes.

My phone stops vibrating, but Nick’s starts ringing.

He ignores it, but when it stops and starts again, he snatches it off the counter.

“What?” he snaps into the phone.

Good to know orgasms don’t make him mellow.

“Yeah, he’s with me.” Nick looks straight at me for the first time since he made me come my brains out. He turns around and stalks out from behind the counter, then says something else I can’t hear. He hangs up, walks to the window, and looks outside before he turns around and stomps back to the counter.

“What?” I ask.

“They sent out a tornado warning.”

I stare at him dumbly. I don’t know why his words are this difficult to compute. We’re in Maryland. We get tornadoes.

I grab my own phone to check.

Tornado Warning, Anne Arundel County until 11 p.m. Seek shelter immediately.

I glance up from my phone, eyes wide as thunder cracks overhead. Close enough to rattle the windows.