Chapter 4: Climax
Rachael's heart thundered in her chest as the condom wrapper tore open. She bit back a moan, watching as Mark's hand darted past her bare hip, fingers slipping inside her wet folds. His thumb circled her clit. She gasped, throwing her head back as she arched against the cool wall.
"You're so wet," he murmured, bending his head between the curve of her neck and shoulder.
His hot breath tickled her skin as his fingers explored her thoroughly.
Rachael's chest rose and fell rapidly, her breath hitching as her pleasure mounted. She clutched at Mark's shoulders, clinging to him as he thrust his hips against hers, letting her feel the hard length of his cock inside his jeans. She was so focused on the sensations racing through her body that she barely registered the door opening and closing again.
Luke.
He appeared in the living room, eyes widening at the sight of them.
Mark immediately stepped away from Rachael, leaving her panting and flushed. Luke's gaze lingered on her still bare thighs before shifting to her face. There was a blatant hunger in his eyes as his tongue darted out to wet his lips.
A pang of guilt jabbed at Rachael's core. Their earlier conversation about continuing to pleasure each other despite their break up played in her mind. The thought of stepping into the bedroom with Luke sent a hot shiver down her spine. She wanted him, despite their breakup, and she knew he desired her still.
He stood motionless, the tension between them growing heavy with each passing second. Suddenly, she made her move.
"Luke," Rachael purred, stalking across the room towards him. "I need you."
His pupils dilated, and he sucked in a sharp breath as she pressed her body against his.
"Rachael," he croaked, his voice betraying the internal struggle he was facing. She answered by tugging at his bottom lip with her teeth, slipping her tongue into his mouth to taste him.
It didn't take long until he was responding to her touch.