She shifted on his leg. He tilted his head. No longer was she thinking about his demand.
"Please stay with me," he whispered.
Her hands came off his arm and held on to his shoulders. She continued to move against his thigh, back and forth, grinding her heat against him. He used the hold on her hair to ease her face toward him.
"That's it, Bree. Make yourself feel good." He pulled her forward, making her body tilt, putting more pressure on her clit, and captured her lips.
He kissed her hard, demanding, and deep. Not letting her go but helping her stay balanced as she rode his thigh, he repeated, "Stay."
"S-Serge..." Her eyelids fluttered, and her breath came in heavy pants. "Please, help me."
He picked her up and set her on her feet, holding her steady as she swayed. Harder than a rock, he stripped off his gray sweatpants. He could already imagine her tight, hot body impaled on him.
He picked her up again and smiled when her arms went back around his neck and her legs wrapped around his waist. He sucked in his breath. "Fuck, I like when you hang on me. Let me inside you. I'll ease your ache."
She bounced, rubbing against him. He guided her hips down and slipped his hardness inside of her. All the muscles in his legs tensed. His balls ached in pleasure. With her draped around him, he rocked from his heels to his toes, thrusting balls deep. The weight of her on his cock squeezed the hell out of him. He fought to hold back until she found her release.
"Yeah." He grunted. "Take all of me."
"Serge," she breathed.
She clawed at his back. The sharp, stinging pain set him off. He pumped inside of her, pushing her down hard on him, half lifting her off before letting her fall against his hips. Slick from her arousal, she glided over him, stroking his length.
"Oh, God. Oh, God," she chanted.
His whole body jerked. "Eyes on me. Let me see you come."
As she lifted her gaze and focused on him, her arms trembled around his neck, and her body convulsed in his arms. He arched his back, all his energy congregated deep in his sack, and exploded. Holding still, he shot his load deep inside of her. Long after he'd emptied himself, his body seized in a rhythmic pattern, not wanting to stop.
Aubrey placed her head on his shoulder and let her arms fall to the sides. He took one step, stumbled from weakness, and stopped. "Need to shower," he mumbled.
She nodded against his neck. "Me, too."
He set her feet on the floor. Then he led her into the shower. He quickly washed as he watched her stand under the spray of the water, her eyes closed, her facial features relaxed. When he finished, he changed positions with her and proceeded to wash her body, taking special care to wash between her legs.
Aubrey held on to him, finally leaning her head against his chest. He stroked her wet hair away from her face. All he had to do was fuck her to get her to stop arguing with him.
After he toweled her off, he went to the closet and grabbed his clothes. As he dressed, he kept a close eye on her. She stood in front of the mirror with her wet hair lying wild around her shoulders and a frown marring her mouth.
When he tossed the towel toward the hamper, he caught her staring at him. "Problem?"
"A big one," she said.
He clamped his teeth together to hide his grin but failed. Throwing back his head, he laughed.
She tended to cause trouble when there wasn't any. He quickly texted Jack and gave him the address for Aubrey's house.
"I don't see anything funny...Serge." She slipped on the shirt she wore last night over her firm, round breasts, going without a bra.
"Keep looking like that and I'll lock you up," he muttered. "You need to get to work, so you can get back here. I have someone going to your house right now."
"Who?"
"His name's Jack, but you won't see him. He's someone I grew up with on the street," he said.
Her eyebrows lifted. "He doesn't work for you?"
"Odd jobs, once in a while." He winked. "Normally, he steals cars for a living."
