Page 100 of The Comedown

“Will anyone else be touching you with one finger?” I ask, trying to catch her in that post-nut bliss, but she doesn’t say anything, and I have to shake her. “Collette? Anyone else?”

“Just…fuck.”

No. Damn it. That’s not what I wanna hear.

The spasms rock the rest of her body as she slumps back against me, breathing hard. I don’t remove my hand though. In fact, I slide my finger further into her pussy, burying it to the hilt. My palm grinds ruthlessly against her still-throbbing clit, and with her shoulder blades at my chest, Collette starts rolling her hips again, picking up the pace now that her first orgasm is dying down—her first orgasm because we’re definitely going for two.

“Hitch your knee up,” I tell her, then grip under her bent leg and pull until her knee’s mashed to her rib cage.

“Will David be using a finger on you?”

Collette mouths off by saying, “He’s not just my producer. He’s my…” and my mind goes blank at the rest. Excuse the fuck outta me?

I try to rip my hand from her panties, but she beats me to it by releasing my hair to slam her hand on top of mine, keeping it in place as she rides my palm.

“He’s your what?”

“Landlord.” She laughs.

Laughs.

Fucking laughs.

How’s she even laughing right now? I’m knuckles-deep in her pussy and she’s laughing?

“How good a landlord is he?” I ask slowly, my finger regaining movement again.

“Good,” she groans, holding me to her.

Several hard pumps into her hot pussy where I alternate grinding into her swollen, juicy clit, I rasp, “Don’t fuck with me, Collette.” She said she went home… Was she with him?

“He’s…”

“What?”

“He’s…”

Collette curbs another scream—just barely—as her second orgasm rips through her, her pussy contracting on my finger and hand and head. Holy fucking shit.

Without letting her recover, I drop her leg and spin her around, cementing her flushed face to my memory. Fuck everything else, this is the memory I want to carry for the rest of my life.

She blinks up at me and says, “He’s also my good friend’s husband. And the father of Holter’s—”

“Best friend?” I guess, remembering Holter saying how close their houses were to each other’s.

She nods. “He flew us up here this morning and we have some business to attend to before he gets back to his family.”

“You played me.” And that’s no guess. She knew what she was doing, winding me up, challenging me.

“Yeah, but you deserved it. You bow for me, you bow for only me.”

“So you were jealous?”

Her hand disappears behind her back only to reappear holding her knife, the blade already out and ready for damage as she lifts it to my throat. Now where was she hiding that?

“It hurt watching you drink…but it pissed me off more to watch how you did it.”

The shot girl. I knew—