Getting Rough by C.L. Parker Page A

talk about Quinn, Sasha, Demi, Denver, or that fucking contract. I didn’t want to talk at all. It was my turn to get a little come action, but I saw no reason why I couldn’t get Cassidy off again while I was at it. Yeah, I was that fucking generous.
    The forward roll of my hips lifted her up to ride my thighs while my mouth got busy at her neck. The metal of my zipper against my cock was like making out with a washboard, but it was a good sort of pain when it brought her that much pleasure. Cassidy held on, her fingers digging into my shoulders, her hips moving in time with mine as she used me for her own gratification.
    Her heavy breathing was at my ear, a small moan like a plea she was trying desperately to keep quiet. I palmed her thighs, moving my hands higher to the cheeks of her ass to bring her closer. The new angle must have been much more preferable because Cassidy’s undulation became so wild that I had to brace one hand on the wall behind her to steady us both.
    My mouth latched on to her neck and I sucked at her skin. Cassidy yanked away, denying me the mark I’d attempted, which only made me want it more. It was stupid. I knew it was, but I’d seen the way her little boyfriend looked at her. He still wanted her, but she was mine. And to prove it, I was going to make her come so hard she screamed, right under the very same roof where he was doing who the fuck cared what as long as he heard her.
    “Shaw…” Her whisper was followed by a moan. “I’m going to —”
    “I know,” I told her. “I want to hear you.”
    She kissed me, her hips pressing forward and with even more purpose. I met her grind with an urgency of my own, needing her to get off so I could finally let the ache in my loins go. I didn’t give a damn about the chafing, I didn’t care who might walk in, I didn’t even mind the fact that we were both still wearing all of our clothes and this was going to be a very messy situation by the time we were done. I just wanted to fucking come already.
    Cassidy’s moan started low, but she was still kissing me, and I’d meant it when I’d said I wanted to hear her. So I pulled back from the kiss, nearly jizzing all over myself when I saw the look on her face. Her eyes were closed, bottom lip caught between her teeth, brow smoothed as her head fell back and she continued to ride me. And then the grip that she had on my shoulders tightened to a painful sting when she pulled me to her, burying her face against my neck and ear as she came so hard I could feel the wetness seep through her leggings and the thick material of my jeans.
    The best sight in the entire world was that of a woman achieving orgasm because I’d fucking done that for her. And then Cassidy slowly opened those shamrock greens to look at me and made me rethink all of that. It wasn’t any woman. It was this woman.
    Fuck.
    “Your turn,” she said with a mischievous, albeit very satisfied, smile.
    “Goddamn right, it is,” I told her.
    Planting my feet, I pinned her to the corner between the wall and bookcase, and then tilted her body at an angle that was favorable for my stroke. A stroke that would hopefully be less mosh-and-slam and more bump-and-grind on my highly sensitive man parts.
    Oh, my God, but she felt so good. I was all ready to shoot my load before she started kissing my neck, but then she did that little suckle thing and I thought for a second she might actually be trying to mark me, which made my fucking dick even harder because, yeah, someone was going to notice that. With any luck, that someone would be Lobster Casey, and he’d have to put two and two together, inevitably figuring out that me plus Cassidy equaled he’d never be fucking her again.
    But then Cassidy moved to a different spot. Maybe she hadn’t been trying to mark me at all. I, however, was still trying to get off. I could feel the percolation down deep in my boys, building and building. A couple more strokes was all it would take