Fuck hard.
She says my name when I withdraw again and blindly I grab her face, seeking her mouth. The kiss is wild. Sloppy. Lips and tongue and teeth, whispered words and breaths and whimpers. I increase my pace, my hips shifting, hers lifting.
“More,” she whispers, and I give it to her.
“Harder,” she demands on a cry and I do as she says, plowing inside of her body like a man possessed.
I give it to her just as she wants because that’s what I want too. Whatever she needs, I’ll give her. Whatever she demands, I’ll offer up. I’m mindless with my need to please, my spine tingling, my balls drawing up tight. I’m going to come soon and I lift up, making some room between us so I can touch her clit as I shallowly thrust inside her.
“You ready, Alex? You gonna come?”
She nods, her hair a disaster, her body gleaming with a faint sheen of sweat. I dip my head and lick one breast, then the other, the salty tang of her sweat dissolving on tongue. Fuck, she tastes good, feels even better.
My pace increases, becomes almost violent. I’m rocking into her, grunting with every downward thrust, pushing deeper and deeper until I feel like I’m going to permanently embed my dick inside her body. And still she takes it, encouraging me with whispered words, her ankles digging into my ass.
Soft, slow lovemaking has never, ever been my style. But rutting like a fucking beast hasn’t ever been my thing either—until Alexandria. I’m overwhelmed with my need to make her mine. Hell, I’m tempted to pull my cock out of her at the last minute so I can come all over her tits, just to have the satisfaction of seeing my semen splatter on her skin…
I pause in my thrusting, catching my breath, reevaluating my thoughts. Where the fuck did all that come from? I’ve never wanted to come on a chick’s tits just to say I did. It’s so possessive, so fucking primal.
“Tristan?” She scratches her nails down my back, drawing my attention and I begin to move once again. One thrust. Two. Harder. Deeper. She whimpers with every push inside her body, moans with every withdrawal and I pound inside her, again. Again. Until she’s sobbing my name and she’s coming, so hard I can feel every clench around my dick, her pussy throbbing and pulsating, doing its best to milk my climax from me.
It works. With a hoarse shout I fall over the edge, my vision blurring as the orgasm sweeps over me, rendering me speechless. My body shakes and I collapse on top of her in a panting heap, my heart racing so hard I swear it’s going to explode.
She runs her hands over my head to calm me and I lay there, breathing deep, trying to slow my rapidly beating heart. I’ve got to be heavy on top of her like this and I go to roll over but she squeezes her arms around me, keeping me in place. “Not yet,” she whispers.
So I do as she wishes and let her hold me, my face nuzzled in her hair, hers pressed against my chest. Long minutes pass until I finally withdraw and climb off the bed, pulling the condom off and knotting it before I toss it in the nearby trash. Breathing deep, I run a hand through my hair, my entire body tingling with awareness.
I’d do that again. Hope she’s up for it.
“You called me Alex.”
I glance up to find her watching me, her head propped against a pile of pillows, the sheet bunched around her hips. A satisfied smile curls her swollen lips and I stare at her in fascination.
“What?” I ask when I realize she spoke to me.
“Earlier. You called me Alex.” Her smile grows and she closes her eyes, doesn’t say another word. The rise and fall of her chest is a fascinating thing to witness and I realize I’m entranced by her breathing for fuck’s sake.
“I did?”
“You did. I liked it. Though I like it when you call me by my full name. Or Ali. Or angel. I like angel a lot.” She reaches out and sweeps the sheet back on the other side of her bed, patting the mattress. “Come join me. We can use up more of Conrad’s condoms.”
I go to her without protest, slipping into her bed and pulling her to me.
I’m seriously giddy with happiness. It’s crazy, I know, but the last few days could not have been better if I tried. I turned in a big project, I got a B on my stats test and I’ve been having sex with Tristan every night this week.
Life is finally treating me pretty damn well.
“I hate you,” Kelli says as I push open the door and enter my bedroom. I knew she’d be waiting in here. She’d texted fifteen minutes ago to warn me. She’s hiding out since there are so many guys in my living room.
The moment I walked into the house and they all yelled at me in greeting, I was sort of taken aback. I’m used to a few dudes always hanging around the game consoles but this is getting ridiculous.
“Why do you hate me?” I ask her as I dump my purse on top of my dresser and plop into the nearby chair.
I only just got home after working at the consignment shop all afternoon. We were extra busy today. Lots of girls coming in and trying on my formal dresses, most of them the ones I have for sale. Sandie warned me last week there were winter formals coming up, both for the high schoolers and a few fraternities and sororities too.
Not only did I make my usual hourly wage, I also sold a few of my dresses. It proved to be a great day, money-wise.
“Because you’re having sex on a regular basis.” Kelli’s voice is petulant and she flops backward on my bed. “And you’re rubbing it in.”
“How am I rubbing it in?” I glance at my phone, hoping for a text from Tristan. He should be here any minute. He texted about an hour ago saying he was heading over here soon after I got off work. Conrad invited him to play the newest version of Call of Duty, which just came out a few days ago. Considering this is somewhat of a national event in my house, there’s been a nonstop revolving door of guys over to play for the last two days straight.
Don’t know how it happened, but Tristan got sucked into the mix. And he said he was bringing Gabe with him as well. Shep’s working tonight as is Lucy, so it’s just the two of them.
Weird, how my two worlds have converged. I kind of like it.
“That glow in your cheeks and the way your eyes sparkle. I’m so fucking jealous it’s pathetic.” Kelli sighs, staring up at the ceiling. “I’m done waiting around for Steven.”
“Why?” Poor guy can’t catch a break. “I thought you liked him. I thought he liked you.”
“I thought so too, but he refuses to make a move,” Kelli says bitterly.
“Did you make a move?” I want to change clothes but not in front of Kelli because I also want to change into sexy underwear. Tristan’s new favorite game is discovering what I’m wearing beneath my clothes.
It’s my new favorite game too. I get shivery just thinking about it.
“Yes.” I pause at her one word answer, waiting for more. “And I failed.”
“Oh, Kelli.” She sits up at my sympathetic tone, sending me a scowl. “What happened?”
“I don’t want to talk about it. Not like you’re full of good advice anyway, considering you and Tristan just hump like rabbits and stare at each other all googly-eyed every time you’re in the same room together.”
We do? Yeah, I like staring at him because come on, what’s not to like? But googly-eyed? I don’t see that on Tristan.
“We don’t do that,” I start to protest but she makes an irritated noise and climbs off the bed.
“You so do. And you’re so gone over him you don’t even realize it. It’s disgusting. I’m gonna go hang out with the guys,” she mutters as she heads toward the door. “Is Tristan coming over?”
“He should be here any minute,” I say, feeling sad. Kelli’s mad at me yet I’m the one who feels bad. But I didn’t do anything wrong. I can’t help it if I have a—guy.
I can’t call him my friend. I feel silly labeling him as my lover. That sounds way too glamorous and sophisticated for what we’re doing. And I definitely can’t call him my boyfriend.