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How I didn’t just collapse the moment that he left that bathroom was miraculous, but I’d never moved so quickly in my life to dry my body. I didn’t even bother keeping the towel around me. It wouldn’t stay that way much longer than me walking out of the bathroom anyway. Then I hated myself for a few seconds when I stopped to stare at my body in the mirror before I left. I’d really never been the self-conscious kind. I hadn’t had actual boyfriends, so I’d never been cheated on. I hadn’t experienced a boy, or a man for that matter, simply choosing someone else over me. But I hadn’t been this man’s first choice. Hell, I probably wasn’t really his second, third, fourth, or even fifth choice. I was short with wide hips and a very round fucking ass. His wife was tall, thin, and perfectly feminine. I cursed like a sailor. I picked fights. I didn’t keep any thought to myself, and I’d never even attempted to filter what came out of my mouth as a result. She was blonde with light skin. Everything about me looked dark and mean.
When Jersey opened the bathroom door again, I realized I’d spent my entire two minutes in a shady fucking place of self-doubt in my mind. This man stood there with his perfect jaw and thick shoulders, staring at me like he was about to consume every piece of me. He was nothing but infuriating confidence and absolute certainty. And he didn’t spend even a single extra second before he was closing the distance between us. He bent down just enough to get his hands on the backs of my thighs and stood upright again to lift me off the ground until my legs were wrapped around his waist.
The way that he kissed me while he carried me toward the bed washed away every bit of the doubt that had overwhelmed me just a moment ago. He might as well have wiped my brain clean when he started lifting my body up and down like he was using me as the weight for his fucking bicep curls while my clit was being run across the ridges of his abs. There was not a single coherent thought left in my head after that. All of his weight crashed down on top of me a second later to take the air right out of my body along with my ability to think. He started thrusting his hips against me and I was never more annoyed that he hadn’t used those two minutes that he’d given me to get his own jeans off. I was just as annoyed at myself that all it took to make me moan was feeling his trapped erection being pushed against my pubic bone. He smiled against my mouth, but there was no fucking way that I was going to open my eyes to have to endure seeing the smug look on his face over it. His face only recently healed. Smacking the shit out of him right now probably wouldn’t go well.
“Who was taking care of this pussy while I was gone, Fancy Face?” He whispered in between kissing his way down my neck. He bit my neck when I didn’t answer him immediately. “I asked you a question.”
“Me,” I managed to gasp out when his tongue swept across my nipple. I had a brief moment of panic when it dawned on me that he might’ve been asking if I’d actually fucked Indy or Utah while he was being tortured.
“Did you think about me?” He whispered in between the moans that he pulled from me with his lips on my breasts. “Was it me in your mind while you touched yourself?”
“Yes.” The word came out without any thought. If I’d given myself the chance to think about it, I for sure would’ve told him no just to enjoy the reaction that it would get from him. He lifted himself back up to look at my face.
“Did it work?” He asked. “Can your hands do what mine can?”
Fucking with him was still my greatest joy in life.
“Even better,” I lied. He stopped rocking his hips against me, stopped kissing me, stopped moving entirely. Then he lifted his whole body off me to just hover above me and smile.
“Show me.”
The instant fucking panic and absolute regret.
I still hadn’t ever touched myself for an audience, and I still didn’t want to. The way that he continued to smile at me suggested that he knew that was exactly how I felt about it. My mind raced through the shit I’d said to him before when I wanted to piss him off just enough to make him do something.
CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE
jersey
“Just fuck me, you egotistical shithead,” she said and dug her fingernails into my back to try to pull me back down on top of her.
“Fuck yourself,” I said and smiled again.
“J—.”
“Go ahead. Teach me. If you’re better than I am, show me what you need, Triss.”
Neither of us moved, and she ended up adorably uncomfortable with every second that passed in the silence. I leaned back down to talk right into her ear, and she tried desperately to arch her back enough to get her breasts pressed against me.
“Do it your-fucking-self, Fancy Face,” I whispered. “And then you can have what you really want. Touch yourself, and then you can have me. I’m not touching your clit again until you do,” I said and raised up off of her again. “I’ll fuck your mouth,” I said and slid my fingers over her lips. “I’ll fuck your tits.” I moved that hand down between her breasts. “I’ll fuck your ass. But I’m not giving you what you want until you do it yourself first, baby.”
She was every bit as fucking stubborn as I was, and finding out if my willpower was strong enough to outlast hers was my favorite game. She locked her jaw into place and her eyes narrowed when she shifted just enough to drag her hand all the way down the center of her body. I was not at all prepared for that sight alone to have me nearly coming right in my jeans before she ever touched me, or even herself.
“What name should I be screaming?” She whispered. “Probably not Kyle, right?”
This little fucking menace.
I forced myself to chuckle.
“Pull that shit again and I’ll have to kill him,” I said. I went right back to her ear. “What name do you want me to make you scream when it’s my turn? Which one fits? What am I to you?”
“Everything.”
I rose up over her again until I could see her face, and there was a hint of panic in her eyes while they darted back and forth between mine; like she hadn’t really meant to say the word. It just managed to slip out, and now she didn’t know how to undo it.
“Yeah,” she said after a silent few seconds. “Everything,” she repeated like she was trying to reassure herself that she meant it. “You’re everything I hate, and everything I — don’t hate.”
The way that I suddenly wanted to do everything to her at the exact same fucking time had me frozen in place, just staring at her.
