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Rachel tightens around me. She’s so hot and wet. I move slowly, trying to regain my control despite it slipping easily through my grasp. She grinds against me, urging me to move faster. I fight against it. I wrench my mouth away, only now realizing that I’m fucking her without a condom.
Her eyes widen in surprise, and I think she’s only realized the same now. I still inside her, not knowing what to do. I should pull out. I know this, but my body refuses to listen to reason. It would be so easy to turn her around and fuck her in the ass, but she’s so hot and wet. Her body is sucking me in. I grit my teeth. My hands push against the shower wall. I try to count to ten, to pull away from her, but Rachel grabs one of my hands.
I watch her as she laces her fingers with mine. My eyes widen, watching her kiss my knuckles tenderly. “Make love to me,” she whispers, holding my gaze. My heart swells and I find myself unable to wrench my stare away from her. “Make love to me, Lucas.”
I lean towards her, pressing my head into her shoulder. She kisses my ear, then my neck while her hands slip to my hips, grabbing them and pulling them towards her. I groan as my dick enters deeper inside her. My hips slowly continue their thrusting. Her body meets mine. With each thrust, all control leaves me. My hands on her tighten. My fingers squeezing hers as my speed quickens. I thrust into her deeper and harder. My head jerks away from her shoulder, and I stare down at her, watching her mouth becoming slack, her gaze becoming drunk on desire.
I press a hand against her womanhood, my fingers circling around her clit. She gasps, her head tossing back and forth while I continue thrusting and pressing her buttons. My balls are growing tight. I can feel my release coming close, but I want her to meet me. I want her to become limp and satisfied in my arms. She grinds against me. Her cries become more and more desperate. It’s like music to my ears, spurring me on to move faster. My whole body trembles. I know I’m going to explode soon.
“Lucas!” Rachel shouts in my ear, her arms clutching me.
I feel her entire body tightening around me as she screams her orgasm. With one last moan, I wrench out of her body, my cock pulsing while spilling semen between us. My hands can’t stop touching her. I kiss the top of her head, her nose, her neck, her lips, everywhere I possibly can. She meets my lips, kissing me back tenderly.
Pulling away, I can see she's smiling. Her eyes are still swollen and bloodshot from crying, but I think we will be okay, so long as she's always honest with me. That’s all I can ask for. That’s all I really need.
Her eyes drift to her stomach and she makes a face at the cum still covering her. I chuckle and grab a washcloth from the shower caddy, quickly wiping her off with it before placing it back in the tray. She frowns at me, her face becoming even more disgusted.
“Please, tell me that’s been washed,” she says, her frown deepening as I wince.
“It’s fine,” I say while moving her into the shower. “You’re taking a shower, anyway. Just grab some soap and you’ll be fine.”
She glances over her shoulder, a deep scowl marring her face. “And where exactly has the soap been?”
I wrinkle my nose in distaste. She has a point. Sure, we’re not as disgusting as we used to be, but we still have much to learn about proper hygiene. “I’ll grab a new bar. I think there might be one in the cabinet.”
“Please, do,” Rachel says with a stern nod, making me chuckle while moving towards the sliding door.
My body shivers as soon as I step out of the hot water; however, I can’t seem to get rid of this smile. We’ll be okay. Just because Rachel might be adding another guy into the mix, doesn’t mean she doesn’t care any less for me. I feel as if a heavy weight has been taken from my shoulders.
Now, I need to focus on work and making sure I don’t get fired.
16
ALEX
IglanceatRachel.She’s busy looking through her French book. Probably searching for the answer to Miss Blanc’s question. My mind is like a whirlwind; unable to stop and relax. It’s constantly moving, constantly thinking, but the one thing it can’t seem to focus on is French. I can’t get that kiss out of my head, no matter how hard I try, and it’s driving me absolutely crazy.
I spent all of Tuesday trying to focus on anything but my growing affections for Rachel. I went for a two-hour run in the morning. I attended practice and ran my best score. I studied. I cleaned. I even called Mom and Dad.
But I couldn’t stop thinking of her.
Now it’s Wednesday. Part of me really wanted to skip today, but I already skipped Monday, and the nerd in me didn’t want my attendance score to be affected by my social life. I don’t know what I expected, but I didn’t expect this. Rachel hasn’t mentioned Monday’s party, at all. I don’t know whether to feel thankful, or worried. She’s also barely looked at me the whole class. Usually, we’re goofing off or passing notes, but now, it’s like we’re strangers.
I would probably prefer if she’d yell at me or ask why. Not this silence. It makes me think we can never go back to being friends. Why did I have to kiss her?
“Do you think I can be your boyfriend, too?”I grimace as I remember those words. Oh, God, why did I have to ask her that? My frown deepens as I remember her tongue sliding against mine, her hands pulling me to her, her gasps of pleasure.
I shake my head.Calm down, Goode, I tell myself.You’re about to have a tent in your pants and class is almost over.I grimace and try to think about anything but Rachel. I imagine my grandmother, but it’s impossible to think of her when I keep glancing over at Rachel. I think of running, about the Olympics. It helps for a brief moment until I imagine running towards Rachel, completely naked, with her arms open. I scowl at my French book, forcing my thoughts to the marathon in Paris, but my mind goes to Rachel in that red dress.
The marathon,I mentally smack myself.Think of the marathon.
I frown as an image of Seth intercepts my mind. My frown deepens, recalling how he punched me, giving me this stupid black eye. Mike thought it looked cool, but Coach was definitely not impressed. Seth spent all of practice yesterday and today smirking at me. I can’t say that I blame him. I kissed his girl. And I took his place on the team. I’d hate me, too, if I were him.
I hear creaking at my side and lift my gaze, watching Rachel place a folded piece of paper on the corner of my desk. I peek up at Miss Blanc, feeling like I’m sixteen again. Honestly, I don’t think our French teacher really gives a damn. I’ve had better French teachers. She seems more interested in checking her phone than actually teaching us proper grammar and useful vocabulary.
Maybe Rachel would be interested in private lessons.
I mentally smack myself again.That kind of thinking is the reason why I’ve ended up in this mess.I seize the piece of paper and quickly unfold it, reading:How’s your eye?
