Chapter 17: Easy

“Trojan!” I whisper, my back arching as he continues stroking my clit in hurried circles.

We’re in the kitchen, and only the under-cabinet lights are on. The nurse left maybe ten minutes ago after putting the twins to sleep in the nursery.

Trojan has my ass on the counter with my shorts and panties hanging on one ankle, and his hand between my legs like he’s been waiting for me all evening. I wasn’t even gone four hours.

His other hand is holding my thigh in place, making sure I remain spread out while his fingers work me and apply pressure at the same time. I’m so embarrassingly wet that I can feel it dripping between my ass cheeks.

Every time he presses a little harder I have to bite my lip to keep from making noise.

“You’re so easy for me,” he murmurs, sounding very pleased with himself.

I try to glare at him but my head falls back against the counter when his thumb swipes over my clit again and my whole body jumps. He chuckles quietly and slides two fingers inside me without warning. The stretch makes me push back against his hand and start moving my hips, the counter making squeaking sounds.

I’m trying to stay quiet for the sake of the babies upstairs, but small, shaky sounds keep escaping anyway. “Trojan—”

“I know, baby.” His voice is low and rough. “I know.”

He curls his fingers and the angle changes everything. My hips jerk up off the counter and a whimper slips out before I can stop it. He doesn’t slow down. If anything his hand gets more deliberate, thumb pressing firm circles while his fingers stroke that spot that makes my stomach tighten almost to the point of cramping.

I’m already close. The tension has been building since the second he touched me and now it’s right there and unavoidable. My fingers scrabble at the edge of the counter. Every breath comes out shaky. When he leans down and bites gently at the side of my neck the last bit of control snaps.

“Just like that,” I whisper, tilting my head to the side to give him more access.

I come with my thighs clamped around his wrist, a muffled cry pressed into my own shoulder as the waves roll through me. He keeps stroking, but slower, until the oversensitivity makes me twist and try to close my legs. Only then does he ease his hand away.

I’m still trying to catch my breath when I hear the sound of his belt. He doesn’t give me much recovery time. He shoves his jeans down just far enough, grabs the backs of my thighs, and drags me closer to the edge of the counter until my ass is almost hanging off. The head of him presses against me, hot and thick, and then he’s pushing in with one hard thrust that forces the air out of my lungs.

“Fuck—”

He doesn’t ease into it. He sets a rough pace immediately, hips snapping forward with enough force that the counter creaks under us. Each thrust is deep and punishing, the kind that makes my tits bounce and my breath stutter.

One of his hands locks around my thigh hard enough to bruise. The other braces beside my head so he can lean over me and watch every expression that crosses my face.

“You’re so hot,” he grits out, voice rough with effort. “You’re basically burning up around my cock.”

I can only moan and hang on. My legs are hooked over his arms now and every hard snap of his hips drives him so deep I see white at the edges of my vision. I’m still sensitive from the first orgasm and the friction is almost too much, sharp pleasure edged with the kind of intensity that makes my toes curl.

He changes the angle, pushing my knees higher toward my chest, and the next thrust hits so perfectly that a loud, helpless scream tears out of me.

He doesn’t tell me to be quiet. He just fucks me harder, chasing his own release while I fall apart around him all over again.

Before the last tremor even fades he slips his arms under my back and pulls me up so I’m sitting on the edge of the counter. The sudden change in angle makes me gasp. My legs stay wrapped around him and our chests press together.

His mouth finds mine. The kiss is deep and a little messy. One of his hands stays under my ass, keeping me exactly where he wants me. The other slides up my spine and into my hair, tilting my head so he can kiss me the way he clearly needs to.

I kiss him back just as hungrily, fingers threading into his hair and holding him close. When he breaks the kiss to trail his mouth down the side of my neck I tip my head to give him more room.

“Missed this,” he murmurs against my throat, voice rough but quieter than before. “Missed you like this.”

“Me too,” I breathe, even though I have no memory of us ever doing this before today.

My hands roam over his shoulders and down his back, feeling the flex of muscle every time he thrusts. I roll my hips, slow and deliberate, taking him as deep as the angle allows.

He groans against my neck and the sound sends a fresh shiver through me. One of his hands leaves my hair to cup my breast, thumb brushing over the still-sensitive nipple in careful, focused strokes. The mix of the gentle touch and the thick slide of him inside me makes me arch closer.

“That feels good,” I whisper, pressing my forehead to his. “Don’t stop touching me.”

He keeps his mouth busy on my neck while his hand switches to the other breast, squeezing just firmly enough that the lingering soreness turns into heat.c

“You’re perfect like this,” he says, voice low and strained. “Sitting on my cock, letting me feel all of you.”

I answer by tightening my walls around him on purpose and kissing the corner of his mouth. “Then take it. I’m right here.”

That breaks whatever control he had left. His hand slides down between us, fingers finding my clit again, and the sensation has me shaking within seconds. I come with a cry, clinging to his shoulders as the pleasure rolls through me. He follows almost immediately, burying himself deep and holding me tight while he finishes with a rough groan against my lips.

He presses one more soft kiss to the side of my mouth.

“You okay?” he asks quietly.

I nod, still a little dazed but smiling. “Yeah. I’m okay.”

He doesn’t pull out, and just keeps holding me on the counter, forehead resting against mine.