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He rises, his cock already in his fist. He crushes his mouth to mine and rubs the head over my sensitive clit. I pull his wallet free from his back pocket and search for the condom.
“Fuck. I stopped carrying them around when the away games started,” he admits. I don’t have time to unpack that because he adds, “I know you take the pill. I got tested after our first time. I’m clean. We could go bare this once. But only if you want to.” He swallows hard, like he’s waiting for me to deny him.
“Okay. We can go bare.”
He lines us up and both our gazes drop as he pushes in, one slow inch at a time.
“Oh, fuck.” His head drops to my shoulder, and his breath leaves him in ragged pants. “You feel so fucking good, Bea. Why do you have to feel so good? It’s never enough. I always want more.” He turns his face into my neck and his lips part, teeth sinking into the flesh as he makes a tortured sound. “My control is really frayed right now.”
I run my fingers through his hair. “It’s okay if you need to lose it.”
One hand curves around the back of my neck. “You should hold on to something,” he grinds out.
I grip his forearm and wrap the other hand around the nape of his neck.
As soon as I do, he starts fucking me. Hard and fast. Pulling out to the ridge and slamming back in. I can’t stop the moans that bubble past my lips. He releases my hip and covers my mouth with his palm. He leans in close, lips brushing my cheek. “Shh, little Bea, Essie’s in your bed right now, listening to you get fucked.”
I whimper and clench, the orgasm a few dirty words away from dragging me under.
He bites my earlobe. “You gonna come all over my cock, like a good girl?”
I bite his palm to keep the moan from slipping out. My legs are shaking, nails digging into his skin.
“The next time I get you alone, I’m going to fuck you for hours.”
I come so hard the world goes dark for a second and comes back into focus in a burst of white and stars. Tristan crushes his mouth to mine, swallowing my cries as he pounds into me. I can’t stop coming. It goes on and on, endless pleasure that’s so intense it’s almost pain.
“Fuck. Shit. No condom. I’m sorry.” He pulls out, angling his erection toward the sink. For a second I contract around nothing. And then his calloused fingers slide inside me and find a rhythm, dragging the orgasm out.
“Fuck.” He warms a washcloth for me and gently cleans me up, then tosses the cloth in the towel hamper. He tucks himself back into his pants and I push my dress down. We’re still both fully clothed, apart from my panties being on the floor.
He takes my face in his palms and kisses me. He’s back to being gentle.
When he finally breaks away, I say, “You know Essie is leaving tomorrow, right?”
“Yeah. But I needed you now.” He wraps his arms around me and rests his cheek on top of my head for a moment. “Tell her I’m sorry...-ish.”
I push on his chest. “No you’re not.”
“You’re right. I’m not. She’s the one who gets to hold you tonight.”
I roll my eyes. “You have to go. I need to pee.”
He kisses me on the cheek and leaves the bathroom.
Essie is lying in bed when I return to the loft.
“Sorry about that.” I’m mortified.
“Never apologize for getting laid.”
I disappear behind the screen and change into my pajamas, then climb into bed beside her on the futon.
She rolls onto her side. “How much longer can you do this before Flip finds out?”
“He can’t. And it ends when I move out.” I should already have a place secured, but Tristan and Flip keep shooting down every apartment I find.
“You really think you two can quit each other like that?”
“It’s just sex.” It sounds like the lie it is.
She makes a noise but doesn’t call me out. “Well, Vancouver is always an option. And it’ll be a lot easier to stay off his dick if there are thousands of miles between you.”
CHAPTER 16
TRISTAN
Imake sure Flip is in the bathroom before I pin Bea against the counter with my hips. She’s cutting fruit for her lunch. Her hair is down, so I sweep it over one shoulder and lean in to press my lips against the sensitive spot behind her ear. “Did you leave a bag upstairs for me?”
“Behind the privacy screen.” She tips her head, as if she’s waiting for my lips to keep moving along her neck.
It’s tempting, but once I start, it’s hard to stop. “Good. I’ll pick you up after work.” These stolen moments when I get to touch her like she’s mine are my favorite part of the morning.
