Twisted-Games

him thrusting in and out of me—
“Bridget? Are you in there?”
Mikaela.
It took a few seconds for her voice to penetrate my sex-drenched fog, but
once it did, my eyes flew open and I tried to stand up, only for Rhys to push
me down again.
“Not done with you yet, princess.” He thrust into me again and clapped a
hand over my mouth to muffle my moan.
“Rhys, she’s right outside,” I hissed when he loosened his hold enough
for me to speak. I desperately wanted to come, but my stomach churned at
the prospect of being caught.
I could’ve pretended I wasn’t there, but Mikaela and I had a scheduled
meeting I’d completely forgotten about until now.
“The door’s locked.”
“She could hear us.”
We spoke only loud enough for the other to hear, but to my paranoid ears,
we might as well be shouting.
“Then you better keep quiet, hmm?” Rhys’s hot breath slid over my skin
as he reached around to pinch my nipples. Another jolt of lust rocketed
through me.
“Bridget.” Mikaela sounded impatient now. “The door’s locked. Is
everything okay?”
“Y-yes. I’m”—Rhys slammed into me with a particularly brutal thrust
—“coming!”
My last word devolved into a gasp as my orgasm crashed over me in a
tidal wave.
I buried my face in my arms and bit down to stifle my screams.
Rhys’s breathing changed, and a second later he came with a quiet grunt
before sliding out of me.
We didn’t have the luxury of basking in post-coital bliss, and the
aftershocks of my orgasm were still rippling through me as we cleaned
ourselves up.
“One minute!” I called out for Mikaela’s benefit.
I glared at Rhys, who’d fixed himself up in record time and looked like he
was trying not to laugh. “This isn’t funny.”
“Nice double entendre there at the end,” he said with a smirk.
I’m coming.