Page 89 of Flashback for the Forward

I nipped at her earlobe. “Me too. I’m so fucking hard right now.”

“I wanna feel you.”

Repositioning the blanket so it covered my lap, I guided her hand to where my dick tented the front of my sweats, so that she could grip me through the fabric.

When she gave a firm squeeze, pleasure surged in my veins, and I bit down on the inside of my cheek to suppress a moan. My hips lifted, thrusting into her hold, while I began stroking circles over her clit, teasing that swollen bud before plunging two fingers deep inside her.

The intrusion caused a sharp gasp to split the air, and we both froze, our eyes darting toward where Crew sat. If he caught us fooling around mere feet away, the teasing would be endless. He’d be bringing it up at all manner of gatherings—holidays, birthdays, weddings—from now until the end of time.

My lungs emptied in pure relief when he remained motionless. And I couldn’t help but notice that his lips had stopped moving, his chest rising and falling in a slow, steady rhythm.

“I think he’s fallen asleep,” I whispered.

Almost as if on cue, there was a soft snore to confirm my suspicion.

Bridget’s entire body relaxed, and she resumed grinding against my hand.

“Here’s how this is gonna go.” I was aroused out of my mind, so my voice had gone gravelly. “I’m gonna fuck you with my hand, right here on this couch, and you’re going to do your best not to make a single sound. Then, I’m gonna take you upstairs and let you have your wicked way with me.”

“Yes, please,” she purred.

I sank my teeth into the flesh of her shoulder as my fingers picked up the pace, pumping into her with expert precision, curling just enough to drag along her front wall to hit her G-spot with every pass.

Her hand tightened around my cock, making stars burst across my vision and a grunt fall from my lips.

“Quiet, baby,” came her quiet taunt.

“Oh, you’re gonna pay for that,” I growled.

“Counting on it,” she retorted.

Game on.

Without withdrawing from her warmth, I used my thumb to stimulate her clit while I continued to finger-fuck her so hard that the squelching noises echoed in my ears. Her thighs clamped down, trapping me between them, as she bucked furiously in desperate search of release.

“You’re right there, aren’t you, beautiful?”

“Please, Cole. I need—”

“I know exactly what you need.” My words came out strained, all my muscles tensed in the effort to keep from blowing in my pants like a teenager. “And I’m going to give it to you.”

She whimpered when I put firm pressure on that magic spot inside her. “When?”

“Right now,” I grunted.

My free hand went to her tits, plucking at the stiff peaks through her shirt. Pinching and pulling, I felt a shudder roll through her from head to toe. Then her back arched, her pussy clamping down like a vise around the digits buried deep inside her, as she let out a near-silent gasp, soaking my hand, her pants, and the couch when she came.

I kept my motions steady, letting her ride out every last wave of pleasure, until finally, she grew limp in my arms, a blissful sigh falling from her lips.

Bridget’s exhales came in sharp staccato bursts that matched the rhythmic throbbing of my dick.

Bringing my glistening fingers into view, I asked, “You want to do the honors, or shall I?”

With zero hesitation, she gripped my wrist, sucking the digits into her mouth. Her tongue swirled to lick off every last trace of her arousal from my skin, and I couldn’t help but imagine her giving my cock the same treatment.

As if she could read my mind, Bridget released my fingers with a wet pop and turned, pressing a kiss to the center of my chest, then another to my abs, murmuring, “Your turn.”

I halted her progress with a gentle hand in her hair. “Upstairs.”