The steam from Felix’s shower still clung to the bathroom air. I was already on the bed, my lace thong soaked through. My vibrator buzzed against my clit, making me gasp. I’d slipped it in, feeling my pussy grip the silicone, just as the door opened.

Felix stepped out, a towel slung low on his hips, water dripping down his carved abs. His eyes darkened seeing me sprawled out. “Someone’s eager,” he growled.

I slid off the bed, my ass swaying. I pressed my lace-covered cheeks against the bulge in his towel. His cock, already hard, twitched. I turned and sank onto his lap, grinding my wet pussy over his thigh through the fabric. “Missed you,” I purred, rocking my hips.

His hands were on me in a flash—big, possessive. He groped my tits through the lace, pinching my nipples until I moaned. “You started without me,” he muttered, his voice rough. “My turn.”

He pushed me back on the bed, hooking his fingers in my thong. He tore it aside, not bothering to remove it. His gaze locked on my glistening slit. “Spread,” he ordered.

I opened my legs. His fingers, calloused from gaming, traced my folds. He didn’t go gentle. One thick digit plunged inside me, curling. I cried out, my back arching. He added another, stretching me, his thumb circling my swollen clit. The sounds were filthy—wet squelches, my ragged breaths.

“Suck me,” he demanded, pulling his fingers out.

I