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He spins me around and presses my back against the cold tiles, hands coming up to cup my face. He parts my lips with his tongue, the kiss desperate and needy. One hand stays on my cheek, and the other moves to grip my breast, his thumb brushing over my nipple. Then he pinches the peak between his fingers.
He bites his way down my neck and sucks the flesh before claiming my mouth again. His hand moves between my thighs, and he pushes two fingers inside me, pumping slowly, his thumb brushing my clit. I let my head fall back, watching him through lidded eyes.
Steam billows around us, and his biceps flex as he works another finger inside me.
“Do you like it when I finger-fuck you, Bea?”
I moan and roll my hips.
“Tell me,” he murmurs against my lips, thumb sweeping back and forth along the edge of my jaw. “I want to hear you say it.” There’s something in his tone, a hint of vulnerability fused with desperation.
I don’t understand where it’s coming from or what it means, but I want to come, so I tell him what he wants to hear. It’s also the truth. “It feels so good,” I whimper.
“What does?” He nibbles my bottom lip.
“Your fingers inside me. I can’t get enough,” I tell him.
“What else can’t you get enough of?” He bites the edge of my jaw. “Tell me and I’ll make you come.”
“Your mouth on me. The way you tongue-fuck my pussy.”
He curls his fingers, hitting exactly the right spot. My eyes roll up. “Is that it?”
I shake my head.
“What else, then?” His thumb circles my clit.
“When you fuck me so hard I see stars.”
“I can’t get enough of that either,” he admits.
“And when you call me your sweet, filthy girl. I love that.”
He grins. “Yeah, you do.”
He crushes his mouth to mine and starts finger-fucking me in earnest. I move the hand that’s currently cupping my cheek to wrap around my throat. It’s definitely my new kink, because thirty seconds later I’m clawing at his shoulder, moaning my way through an intense orgasm.
He kisses me, soft and slow. “See?” He rubs his nose against mine. “I can be nice.”
I laugh and run my hands over his chest, then lace them behind his neck. My knees are weak, and my body is humming. “You were very nice.”
“Will you let me take you to bed and show you how nice I can be?”
I smile and nod.
“I might be a little dirty, though,” he warns. “But the nice kind of dirty.”
“I can handle that.”
“Good.”
Tristan turns off the water. He opens the shower door, hoists me up, and wraps my legs around his waist. His cock bobs against my ass, and he drips water all over the floor as he carries me to his bedroom.
Soft Tristan is exactly what I need tonight. I wish it could stay like this. But I’ll do my best to enjoy it while it lasts.
CHAPTER 11
TRISTAN
Flip messages at midnight to say he won’t be home and he’ll meet me at the arena tomorrow—unless I want to join the orgy at some model’s house in Vaughn. I tell him I’m good, but thanks for the offer.
The next morning, I wake up wrapped around Bea. My cock is nestled in the crack of her ass, I’m cupping one of her boobs, and my nose is in her hair. I can’t remember the last time I woke with a woman in my bed. I can count on one finger the number of times I’ve woken up with my best friend’s little sister in my bed, though.
That I don’t automatically want to jostle her awake and make her leave is…foreign. I check the clock on the nightstand. It’s only six thirty. I told Roman he could pick me up at eight and we’d hit the pool for laps.
This means I have time to get inside Bea before either of us has to get up—her for work, me for my pre-workout swim. But I don’t make a move. Not yet. I want a few more minutes like this, with Bea all warm and soft and not annoyed by my assholery.
I made up for being a giant dick last night with my giant dick, which she appreciated. Loudly. With several orgasms. My erection swells and twitches.
“I felt that,” she mumbles.
“How long have you been awake?” I nuzzle through her hair until I get to her ear and bite the shell.
“A minute? Maybe less. What time’s it?”
“Six thirty-three.” I throw my leg over hers and rub my cock on her ass.
“Too early to be poking me in the butt with that,” she grumbles.
I let go of her boob and slap around on the nightstand for my breath strips.
She makes a displeased sound. “Now my boob is cold.”
“Give me a sec.” I find the packet, pop it open, and slide a strip onto my tongue. I pull out a second one. “Open for me.”
