James
He's rubbing and grinding, and fuck, it feels good. My mind goes fuzzy, and I forget for a minute that I'm breaking and entering. Or maybe I just don't care.
When I suggest that he use his hands, he grins and goes for it, and fuck, that feels even better. He watches my face and strokes my shaft like he's on the verge on his own orgasm, which reminds me that I never did get to see his O face.
I'm there, I'm right fucking there, when I hear footsteps on the stairs again.
Riley
Chief Swan stops outside Bella's door, and my hand slows. I pull the bedspread over both of our heads, and my horny hero whines like a baby. Fuck, he's so cute.
The chief cracks the door and tells Bella that he's going fishing; he hopes she's feeling better. I make a girly sound – I'm impressed with how convincingly female I sound – and he shuts the door.
My whiny baby humps at my hand, whispering that he's so close.
I ask him what he wants, and he growls.
Then I give him what he needs, and he gasps.
Afterward, he purrs.
