Page 28 of Airhead

“Frank,” she ground out from between clenched teeth as her orgasm built. “Don’t stop.”

“Never,” he said, biting the sensitive spot where her neck met her shoulder and then kissing it better, sucking on the spot so there was no way he wouldn’t leave his mark behind.

Later she might care. Right now, she just needed him to keep going. To keep doing exactly this, until she came. Thank fucking God, he did, moving in time with her body as she undulated against his hand until her climax hit, rolling over her in pure sweet bliss.

Fighting to regain her sight and her ability to suck in air like she hadn’t just run a marathon, Katie tried to understand what in the hell had just happened to make that so fucking good. Her gaze, finally clearing, landed on Frank who stood in front of the filing cabinet, his jeans halfway down his thick thighs. His huge hand was wrapped around his hard cock, stroking it slowly as he watched her, seemingly memorizing the moment. The sight had her clenching as if he hadn’t just curled every one of her ten toes.

“Please,” she said, too far gone to care that she sounded like she was begging, “tell me you have a condom.”

He shot her the grin, making her shiver in the absolute best way. Then he pulled his wallet out of his jeans and fished out a condom. She had her doubts about it fitting, but Frank proved, again, that he knew what he was doing.

“Get off that cabinet and come here,” he said.

Maybe she should drag it out, tease him with made-up indecision, but she couldn’t make herself do it. She wanted him too badly.

Back to the shelves, he bent down enough to curl his very talented hands around the back of her thighs and lift her up as if she weighed nothing. Her hands fell to his shoulders automatically, as if they belonged there, as if this is the way they always did things. She kissed him, losing herself in the feel of him as he lowered her down onto his cock.

Slowly, oh so slowly, she took him in until she was filled with him and her legs were wrapped around the small of his back. Pleasure edged with a sting of something more filled her as she moved, getting used to feeling him inside her.

“That’s it, Katie,” he said, his hands on her waist keeping her from falling. “Show me how you like to fuck me.”

God help her, it was like a switch had been flipped. She went from ‘getting used to you rocking’ to ‘desperate, needy grinding.’ Lifting herself up and then returning, she tilted her hips, pulling him deeper so the head of his cock wasn’t just brushing the bundle of nerves inside her entrance, it was pounding against it, hitting everywhere at once. Her body clenched around his dick, holding him in place as she lost the ability to control herself. She was moving hard and fast against him, desire running through her like lightning, making it impossible to be distracted by the things that usually kept a first orgasm, let alone a second one, at bay. It was just too good for her to worry about what face she was making, or if her thighs were quaking with the effort. Need built and built as she took him in, again and again, so damn close that her ass was already tingling.

“You feel so fucking good. You’re so wet, so tight, so⁠—"

Desperate and on the edge, Katie grabbed Frank’s face, cupping it between her hands, and kissed him with everything she had as she came, her body going rigid with her orgasm at the same time that Frank surged deep inside her and his entire body shook with his climax.

“Holy hell, Katie,” he said, dropping his head so their foreheads touched. “I⁠—"

The doorknob rattled, giving Frank just enough time to do a quick pivot to block Katie from the view of whoever flung open the door.

“Nice ass, Frank,” Sandy said with a giggle. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell who you’ve got in here, but it’s a good thing I decided to try one of your known haunts to find you. You’d better come out, your brother is—" She let out a surprised gasp. “Oh. My. God. I can totally see the top of your bangs, Katie”

Katie knew there’d be a downside to going heavy with the teasing and hairspray tonight. “Hi Sandy.”

“Okay, I’m gonna owe O’Rourke twenty bucks about you two finally doing the nasty,” she said, “but only if he finds out. So consider me properly motivated to keep my mouth shut.”

Embarrassment on multiple levels made her cheeks burn. But at least Frank yanked her skirt down, so if her other cheeks were red too, Sandy wouldn’t see that.

“Thanks,” Katie said.

Dear God, kill me know.

After giving her a once over and giving her skirt one last downward tug, Frank made quick work of the condom, then pulled up his jeans. Sandy didn’t bother to look away, instead glancing over at Katie and giving her a thumbs up while mouthing “Wow.”

Oblivious to what Sandy was doing—or pretending he was, Frank asked, “What’s going on with Paul?”

“He decided to remind Connie about all the times Blane cheated on her before she takes that asshole back,” she said, pausing to snap her gum a few times before continuing. “This did not go over well with Blane who is getting all up in Paul’s face.”

“Shit,” Katie and Frank said at the same time.

“Exactly,” Sandy said, with a knowing look on her face. “You’d better get out there before Blane’s mouth writes a check your brother’s fist decides to cash.”

As if on cue, shouts from the bar cut through the music blaring in the background.

Frank grabbed her hand and brushed a kiss across the back of her knuckles. “Katie, I’m sorry. I’ll be back, I just have to⁠—"

“Fellow twin remember? I understand.” She gave him the best smile she could force her lips into when it felt like the earth had gotten knocked off its axis. “Go get your brother out of trouble.”