Page 61 of Lethal Weakness

He maintains my point of view while my trembling hands release his button and tug his zipper down. Our noses touch, dancing against each other intimately, but I don’t kiss him, and he doesn’t kiss me.

That would make this mean so much more than what it is. A thank you, and a release. That’s all.

Nearly the only indication that I have that he’s on board with this is when his hips lift slightly, letting me tug his jeans and underwear down just enough to get them out of the way, and then his mangled “fuck” when I pull my panties to the side and sink myself onto his throbbing erection.

If it were a little brighter out here, I would have prepared myself better for the intrusion, because it leaves me breathless and aching. I can only imagine what it looks like in the light of day, and I have a feeling that I will be imagining it often after this.

Finally, his hands capture the globes of my ass, and I moan, feeling the strength of his grip as I grind against his lap. My fingers thread through his hair, holding onto him for leverage as my hips rise and fall, fucking him like I’ve been dreaming of doing.

I feel his breath skate over my skin as he buries his face against my breasts, and a whimper escapes me when his lips trail across my nipples. “Fuck,” I cry when he sucks one into his mouth.

My body jerks when the sensation becomes too much, and his big hands take control of my hips, lifting me and dropping me effortlessly until we’re both panting and groaning against each other’s mouths.

Our lips never connect, but I feel like it’s the least of my worries at this point. Kissing was never going to be the tipping factor for my feelings for my neighbor.

As long as I don’t cum, I’ll be fine. This is just supposed to be a gratitude fuck… for him. Just for him.

But as if he reads my mind, or maybe because his own labored breaths mean that he’s getting close, he tugs at my panties where they’re bunched over my clit and the friction zaps through me.

The pad of his thumb dips into my folds before lifting to his mouth, inches from my own, to taste it, and his gaze never drops from mine.

“Oh, fuck,” I whine when his attention doesn’t ease, and his thumb delves down again, demanding more from me, massaging my sensitive nub until I’m twitching in his lap. He studies my face through hooded eyes as my orgasm comes barreling towards me.

My hips writhe against him as my entire body lights up, and my core contracts, releasing a mind-blowing orgasm that he watches with apt focus. He takes in every little noise and muscle that twitches across my face and body, and only then do I feel his thrusts jerking in wild abandon as he follows my release.

We never discussed precautions, and I definitely didn’t come prepared with a condom, but it doesn’t stop me from grinding against him until every drop of his cum is buried deep inside of me.

He knows it too, and I don’t see an inkling of regret on his serious face.

Fuck. This is bad.

I’m never going to get him out of my head now.

Chapter Twenty-One

O’Connor

I’ve never looked at a woman and seen her as prey, but as Linden pulls her overalls back up to their uniform position, the only thing keeping me in my chair is the grip I have on the arms.

I’m supposed to let her walk away?

I’ve never finished inside of a woman, never really had the desire to because it seemed too personal. But my cum is dripping out of Linden’s pussy right now, and I only want to do it again.

I know she’s on birth control. A deep dive into her history told me that she got an implant after she had Avery that will last years. Probably to ensure her disgusting ex couldn’t get her pregnant again.

Even without the device, I wouldn’t regret what we just did.

She belongs to me now.

I could have bought her a new bed, but I wanted her in mine, and that was before tonight even happened.

My obsession is only getting worse.

“Goodnight, Jack,” she murmurs, backing away from me. There’s an amused, gentle smile on her face as she looks at me. Cock still out, spent.

Looking at her like a man who is on the edge of sanity.

She has no idea what she’s done.