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Fuck. Everything rattled, the whole place seemed to shake as he took me over and over. His mouth left mine, his breath went ragged and primal as he drove into me. his hand on one side of my head, the other clenching my thigh in a vice. His head looked down at us, and I did too. Watching him enter me, coated in the juices of our lust was so fucking sexy. Like nothing I had ever seen, it almost made me come faster.
“God, Tristan. Yes—yes ugh, yes!” So many thi
ngs I said were unintelligible. I was vaguely aware of the ugh, ugh, porn worthy noises I was making.
I forgot someone could easily hear us. Or maybe I did not and I just did not care. He was fucking me so hard I forgot my name. Something with an E.
“Deeper please, I need to come.” I moaned.
“Fuck yes.” He groaned.
He gripped my other thigh, barring my legs open as he stretched my walls, his thrusts faster and deeper as he leaned over. My fingers clenched around his biceps through his shirt, my breasts bobbed against my bra as he moved me and the seed table I was on.
I knew I was close. My walls tightened, his groans attested to how hard I was clenching around him. I felt it in my belly, the slow build up, the warm and full feeling. I could feel it in my fingers already. When he leaned forward and closed his mouth around my nipple, biting softly; it was over. My orgasm seemed to last forever. Building up and up until it was so much, almost too much. Blinding as I shuddered and shook beneath him, my back arching and my insides trembling as the wave of pleasure whipped me around and ran through me like I was nothing.
Then his grunts grew shorter, closer together, stronger. So, deep he sounded like a fucking animal, he sure was fucking me like one. I wanted him to come, but as he thrust into me more and more I needed to come again too. I could never be finished around him, it seemed.
I used two fingers to work around my clit as I pinched my nipple, I did not recognize myself. Doing these things. He was making me do what felt good with no inhibitions. I enjoyed this new part of me, yanked out by him so fast. First a month ago, and again today.
“That’s fucking hot, baby doll.”
His bottom lip drew between his teeth, his brows furrowing as he went faster. Our skin clapping together, our labored breaths in the air. Flowers and sex should be bottled up as a scent. I was rolling over the boulder again, wading around in the sea of desire as I came and he followed suit.
His seed shot into me, so deep I felt it in my core. I milked him dry and he collapsed against me as he kissed me through our aftershocks. He released my lips with a wet pop. I sighed in content. My body was mush. Nothing. I was a cloud.
We regained our composure for a few seconds before he pulled away from me. I felt empty when he pulled out. He tucked himself back into his briefs, and he looked around the room. I fixed my bra and he returned with a towel. I used it to clean up, but it did not do much. I was eager for a shower, but part of me was still hot and bothered by the feel of him on my thighs.
“I’ve never been called baby doll before.” I was tugging my jeans back on, remembering the last thing he said.
He buttoned up his shirt, smirking down at me through his lashes. Mascara can’t even get my lashes like his.
“It’s uh, something I think of you as.” He replied warily. I put my shirt back on, standing up to look at him. His hair was a messy array, my attempt to fix it was useless. I think I just wanted to touch it.
“Why?” My brows turned up. A sly smile found his face. He seems like he doesn’t smile often, not genuinely anyway.
I did not have to guess to know something made him that way. That there was something I did not know. And that I wanted to know. I told myself to stop getting ahead of myself.
“Because of your eyes. They’re so big and bright. It’s cute.” I was flattered, honestly.
“I’m not cute.” I teased him.
He stepped closer to me, closing any space there was.
“You are. You’re also very beautiful,” he tucked some hair behind my ear—it was such a sweet gesture. “And I love your body. Want to see more of it sometime.”
His eyes trailed down my front to prove a point. I did not question him meaning what he said. I felt it. The intensity of his eyes was genuine.
“Thank you.” I replied.
His brow arched, “don’t you want to see mine?” He teased.
I knew I had to say something, but I did not want to because I knew I had to be honest too. I always have to be upfront, that’s why men never stick around past the first date when I won’t sleep with them? So why did I have sex with Tristan that night? Who knows. All I know is I have to be honest. It’s why I haven’t had sex in months before that night, but maybe why my heart hasn’t been broken since the tenth grade.
“I do but…I don’t do the whole casual sex thing, I—I’m just not built for it.” His gaze did not falter from mine. In fact, it grew more intense.
“Unfortunately, that’s all I’m about right now.” I furrowed my brow.
“Why?” My heart sunk a little. But it was like I wasn’t ready to just give up on him. Or let him go. You don’t even have him.
