Nathan groaned, his hips jerking up to meet mine. "f**k, Claire, I'm—"
His rhythm faltered. He pulled me down hard, burying himself to the hilt, and I felt him pulsing as he came, his face buried against my neck to muffle his groan.
We stayed like that for a long moment, both trembling, both struggling to catch our breath quietly.
Then voices nearby—multiple people this time—made us spring apart.
Nathan disposed of the condom quickly, wrapping it in tissue and shoving it in his pocket. "Get dressed. Fast."
I grabbed my bra and panties with shaking hands. My legs were weak, my p***y sore and throbbing. I could feel the evidence of our encounter—my inner thighs wet, my lips swollen, my skin flushed.
Nathan was already dressed, looking only slightly disheveled. He helped me into the dre
