It’s not deep, but I hit exactly where she needs it, right behind her clit. I control the pace, dragging it out until the teasing and the spanking have me too close. I need her to come fast.
“That’s so fucking good,” she mutters into the couch.
“Tell me how much you like it.”
I push in as deep as I can, and her whimper breaks into asob. “You feel so thick like this. The ridge of your head keeps sliding in and out, and it’s?—”
I flick her clit and pinch it between my thumb and middle finger while rubbing her slow and precise with my index finger. She screams my name, and I smack her ass one last time as she clenches around me. I speed up, then grab her hips, lifting her just enough to go deeper.
There’s no rhythm now—just back and forth until my hips jerk, my vision whites out, and “Robyn” leaves my lips as I spill inside her.
In the living room,we’re sitting on the floor around Robyn’s coffee table. She wraps her lips around the fork and moans, too close to what she sounds like when it’s my cock on her lips.
I clear my throat. “You sure you don’t want to come for a bit? I’d leave whenever you need to go and give you a ride to the hospital. Get you there long before your night shift.”
She shakes her head and swallows. “I really can’t, Nate. I’m still getting used to this schedule…”
Aren’t we all?I shake the intrusive thought away.
“…hard enough the first six months when I was doing rotations and relearning every angle of neurological diagnosis. Now that I’m part of the Complex Diagnostics team?—”
“Okay, I’ll just miss you.”
“You’ll come over?” She smiles at me. “So I can crawl in bed next to you?”
“Of course, baby.”
Just in time for you to see me off to my job.The bitterness doesn’t catch me off guard anymore, but I force myself to discard it as I scratch the back of my hand and stand. “I shouldget going then. I might as well help Tessa with this outlet that isn’t working at her place.”
Robyn arches her brow. “An outlet? Why doesn’t she call management?”
I hitch one of my shoulders. “I’m really not sure, but I don’t mind helping her. Do you mind if I help her?”
“Of course not. She just… seems to need a lot of help, that’s all.”
“Yeah, I guess she isn’t as cool as my girlfriend.” I smirk and lean over to kiss her. “See you later, sweets.”
“See you later, babe.”
With that, I leave, heading to meet up with my friends.
I pushthe cover until it clicks into place with a soft snap, and flick my eyes to the lamp on the end table.
“There,” I say, sitting back on my heels and looking into her expecting green eyes, “try it now.”
Tessa leans over the couch and flips the switch. The bulb glows, steady and warm.
“Oh, thank God.” She laughs, dropping onto the cushions.
Her gaze flicks back to mine, holding admiration, and my chest swells. We’ve been close since she moved to my tiny hometown at thirteen, and helping her out with math has evolved into helping with little tasks like this.
I push to my feet and wipe my hands on my jeans, taking a second to glance around the apartment. The place is starting to look lived in. A low media console—the one I assembled—sits against the wall. The floating shelves I hung last week look good decorated with a line of framed photos from our high school and college years. The coffee table is the one Tessaasked me to get off Marketplace and haul up three flights of stairs.
Tessa follows my gaze and grins. “Pretty good, right?”
“Yeah. Not bad.”
She hops up from the couch and wanders into the kitchen. “Want a beer?”
