“More,” she said, shifting on top of me. “I need more.”
I could feel her tensing up, so I slammed my mouth to hers, holding her there. I needed the distraction because my balls were drawing up, the intensity far more than I bargained for. This wasn’t anything like I’d imagined. It was so much better.
“Let us do the work,” Master stated as he began pumping his hips, driving his cock deep into her ass. With every thrust, Clarissa’s body rocked against mine.
Unable to resist, I began pumping my hips upward, shallow strokes that sent electricity sparking along my nerve endings. All the while, Clarissa kissed me. Writhing, moaning as we worked her in tandem, filling her completely.
She pulled her mouth from mine suddenly as she screamed, her body convulsing, her pussy fluttering over my dick. I stared up at her, the most beautiful sight I’d ever seen. Clarissa came, and a few seconds later, I followed her over, unable to hold back.
Master slammed into her several more times before he joined us.
EIGHTEEN
Clarissa
I WOKE THE FOLLOWING MORNING with aches in places I’d never had aches before. Oddly enough, they were good aches. Probably helped that I was tucked in close to a warm body in Trent’s massive bed.
One warm body. Not two.
There should’ve been two.
I didn’t have to move to know who was with me. I could tell the difference between them by touch alone. That was Troy’s warmth along my back. I laid there for a few minutes, waiting to see if he was awake. When he let out a soft snore, I smiled to myself before inching out of his grasp.
I made my way into the master bathroom, closing the door behind me. Feeling slightly out of place, I hurried to pee, then washed my hands, wishing I had my toothbrush.
As I took a look at myself in the mirror, I realized I needed to go home. My hair was a ragged mess, my mascara smeared beneath my eyes. It wasn’t a pretty sight.
After a few minutes of trying to touch myself up, I came out to see Troy was still asleep. His shirt was lying at the end of the bed, so I grabbed it, slipping my arms in and buttoning a few buttons on my way out the door.
I could smell coffee coming from somewhere, so I followed my nose.
I found Ransom and Zeke sitting at the kitchen table.
“Mornin’,” Zeke greeted.
“Morning,” I said, hoping it really was still morning. I hadn’t found a clock yet, so I wasn’t sure what time it was. “Is Trent here?”
There was a peculiar look on Zeke’s face before he shook his head. “He went to the club. Said he had some business to take care of.”
I should’ve known the man would pull a disappearing act. After last night…
Deciding I could do without coffee, I composed myself and turned to Zeke. “I need to go home. Should I call an Uber?”
He downed his coffee and pushed to his feet. “No need. Kevin’s waiting to take us when you’re ready.”
Great.
I got to do the walk of shame in a limo. Might as well take out a billboard ad: Clarissa Tinsley fell for it again! Wasn’t that what she was wearing last night?
That wasn’t going to be awkward or anything.
*
By the time I got into my house, I was ready to stick my head in the sand and never come out. There had been at least five cars parked along the street, all occupied by someone with a camera.
While I had no choice but to wear the dress I’d worn last night, Zeke had kindly draped his jacket over my head to keep anyone from catching a glimpse of my face, but it was still mortifying to know everyone was watching me.
What were my neighbors thinking? What were the reporters thinking? Would I be on the news later? Glimpses of me climbing out of the limo without shoes while my bodyguard and his dog walked me into my house?
And to think, I hadn’t had coffee yet.
“Keep the blinds shut,” Zeke ordered. “And don’t go outside for any reason.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” I muttered as I made a beeline for my bedroom.
Trust me, I had absolutely no intention of going outside anytime in the near future. Maybe not ever. This was humiliating.
The first thing I noticed in my bedroom was the emerald-green corset Trent had sent along with the dress. Only then did I remember I was supposed to go to the club tonight.
I sighed heavily as I removed the dress and headed for the shower. Hoping the warm water would clear the haze from my brain, I took my time, washing away all the hard work the ladies at the spa had done yesterday.
When I got out, I felt remotely better. I pulled on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt before joining Zeke in the kitchen.
