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“Sorry. Did I make it weird?” She asked. “We don’t really do the serious thing. I ruined the moment, didn’t I?”
I wondered if that was as close as I’d ever get to hearing her say she loved me.
Then I realized she was waiting for me to decide what was supposed to happen next between us.
I put my hand on the side of her face. “Baby?”
“Yeah?”
“If you don’t fuck yourself now, I’m going to have to get mean.”
“Prove it,” she whispered, like she wanted desperately to challenge me, but she was still just a little afraid of actually doing it. Everything about her was summed up perfectly in that one moment that lasted only a second or two. I couldn’t help but smile at it, but I dropped my hand from her face down until it was collared around her neck. When she didn’t even flinch, I started to squeeze. And as soon as I did, I could feel her hand moving in between us. I loosened my grip on her neck, but her other hand came up in an instant to hold onto my wrist to keep my hand in place. I smiled at her again.
“You could’ve just said Jersey, I need help,” I whispered.
“We both know I could never say those words,” she breathed out and arched her back to push up into me. I tightened my hold on her neck but I raised all the way off her so I could see what she was doing. I watched just her middle finger move in tiny, slow circles. Her eyes closed when she started to grind her hips against her own hand and her hold on my wrist tightened. I suddenly couldn’t remember why I thought I wanted to play this game. I didn’t possess the kind of self-control that this required. I’d nearly bit all the way through my own lip by the time her hand lowered and two of her fingers disappeared inside the tiny pussy that really wanted my fingers, my dick. She sighed when those fingers came back out completely soaked and went right back to her clit. And then I was fucking mad that she was that wet. I was even more annoyed that she’d let go of my wrist to move her fingers down to her nipple. She was doing everything I told her to do. She was about to get herself off without my involvement because I told her to fuck herself. And I was pissed off that she was able to do it? A tiny whimper came out of her when she pulled her bottom lip in between her teeth. I was fucking over it the second those brown eyes opened, and her back arched the moment that she’d focused on my face.
“Fuck this,” I hissed.
She squealed when I smacked her hand away from her own body and shifted all the way down the front of her.
“Jersey —? What —?”
She probably had every right to be confused over me being shitty at her for doing exactly what I’d demanded that she do.
But that fucking whimper and every sigh that came out of her that way was supposed to belong to me. I sucked her clit into my mouth the second that my face was between her legs.
“Jesus fucking —. Jersey —,” she panted and slammed both her hands into my hair. She raised her hips off the bed to push herself harder against my face, so I slid both my arms under her thighs and curled them around her to hold her in place. I watched her throw her head back on the bed and she was coming completely undone in a matter of seconds.
“Fuck, J.”
Her hands fell out of my hair while she tried to catch her breath. I was off that bed in the blink of an eye to get my jeans off. She giggled and wrapped both arms around my neck as soon as I was back on top of her.
“Didn’t like that my fingers do just fine on their own?” She asked and kissed the tip of my nose.
“Just fine,” I repeated and laughed. I forced my hand down between our bodies to get the head of my dick inside her, and she tried to suck in all the air in the room. “Do your fingers feel anything like this?” I asked and couldn’t help the groan that came out of me when I forced my dick the rest of the way into her. Her hands had abandoned my neck and shifted down between us where she could sink her nails into my chest.
“No,” she finally breathed out when I slid back out and rammed in another time. “Please.”
“Please what, Triss?” I asked without even so much as hesitating in the thrusts. I almost laughed thinking about what she might say given my constant demands for her only words to be my name or please.
“Fuck me, Jersey. I don’t want to feel anything else. Fuck me until there’s nothing left but you.”
Son of an absolute bitch, if she hadn’t frozen me right in place again. This weird fucking reminder that I was the thing that brought her to life just as much as she did for me, even if we were weird as shit when it came to trying to talk about anything other than sex. She was right. This was what we did best. This was where we connected. What happened between us definitely wasn’t what any sane person would consider lovemaking, but I was able to fuck her into realizing she felt something for me, even if she wasn’t able to come out and call it love yet. She was able to fuck me into feeling like I was still human enough to be what she needed out of this life.
CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR
jersey
I pretty successfully fucked her until there was nothing left but me. Everything about her might as well have melted away by the time I was finished. And even then, I really wasn’t finished. I let her have a break in between each time, but we didn’t leave that room the rest of the day. We both ended up in the shower before we actually attempted to sleep. Then getting to listen to her giggle the entire time that we swapped out the sheets on the bed so neither of us had to sleep in a puddle had me feeling some kind of way.
We hadn’t sorted out any of the next steps that were necessary for either of us to move on with life. We hadn’t talked about what still needed to be done about her stepdad’s organization. We hadn’t tried to breach the fact that neither of us even knew how to bring up those topics to the other but spending several hours attempting to rearrange the interior layout of her organs seemed to leave us both feeling better about everything anyway. Hiding behind sex until we were both drunk off each other let us push the rest of the issues off to another day.
Just when I thought she’d curl up right next to me and pass out, she threw the blanket off me and sat on me another time. My hands landed on her hips, because that was just where they lived now.
“We’re not going to have a dry place to sleep tonight if we do this again,” I reminded her. She started moving her hips to drag herself up and down the already growing length of my dick.
“We’ll stay on your side then,” she said and smiled. “This is the longest streak we’ve had of me not hating you. Don’t ruin it.”
