Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 147051 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 735(@200wpm)___ 588(@250wpm)___ 490(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 147051 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 735(@200wpm)___ 588(@250wpm)___ 490(@300wpm)
“Totally okay. Better to save the other stuff for when Flip’s not home since it’s hard to stay quiet when your fingers aren’t in my mouth.”
I peel her out of her clothes, and she struggles to get me out of mine. She clambers up onto my bed and kneels in the middle. Her fingers go to her lips, and she bites one, her eyes guileless. “How do you want me tonight?”
“So many fucking ways, Bea.” I climb up after her, tucking a finger under her chin and tipping it up. “Are you gonna be my good girl and stay nice and quiet?”
She whimpers and nods.
“Lie on your stomach, legs together.” I release her, and she scrambles into position, stretching out on the bed.
I run my hands down her back and squeeze her ass. Then I slip my hand between her thighs and push two fingers inside her. She buries her face in a pillow to muffle her soft moan. I lean in to bite her ear. “Shh, little Bea. I can’t make you come if you don’t stay quiet.”
She nods once, and I curl my fingers. She fists the sheets and turns her face into the mattress. I’m jittery, like I’m not sure what to do with myself. I’m too amped up from this night, frustrated that I had to wait this long to touch her. And terrified that Flip will find out and it will have to end.
I roll a condom on and lie on top of her, bracketing her legs with mine. I push in, all that tight warmth surrounding me. Her eyes roll up, and she bites her lip.
I kiss her cheek. “The next time we’re alone, I want to make you scream until you lose your voice.”
She shudders under me and whimpers.
“Shh, you want to come, don’t you?”
She nods and whispers, “So badly.”
I thrust my hips, and she pushes her ass up, her breath leaving her on a whoosh.
She grabs my wrist on the next hip thrust and brings my fingers to her lips, sucking three into her mouth. She bites down on the next deep push. She makes another small sound, a quiet whimper, and strokes along her throat.
“You want my other hand?”
Another affirmative whimper.
I curl my palm around the back of her neck. She sucks my fingers, and her whole body convulses as she comes, pussy squeezing like a fist. “Look at you, coming already, my sweet, filthy girl. I’m not even close to done yet, though, so you’ll have to be quiet a little longer, okay?”
She nods.
She comes twice more before I do, each time harder than the last. I don’t want to send her back up to the loft after. I want to tuck her body against mine and hold her, wake up with her next to me. But she’s exhausted, and we can’t take that kind of risk. So she steals out of my room at two in the morning and goes to the loft.
Despite being tired, I can’t fall asleep right away.
Tristan
I’ve been thinking
#1
About cucumber salad?
Tristan
Among other things
#1
Such as…
Tristan
We should rent a hotel room so you don’t have to disappear up to the loft.
#1
You want to spoon with me?
Tristan
No. I want to spork you.
#1
Ur romantic side is really shining through
Tristan
And you wouldn’t have to be quiet either
You could moan my name as loud as you want
#1
I’m turning off my alerts
Tristan
It’s a good idea. U can’t deny it
#1
Night, Trissy
Tristan
I can smell your shampoo on my pillow
#1
You’re four texts too late for being sweet/stalkery
Tristan
And your pussy on my fingers
#1
Ah, there you are. Seriously, g’night. Some of us have to be up early
Tristan
Night. I’d be sorry that tomorrow is going to suck for you, but you were the only person I wanted to celebrate with tonight.
#1
*Notifications have been silenced, notify anyway?*
She has to get up in four hours. She needs sleep.
Hopefully Bea can read between the lines.
CHAPTER 15
RIX
“Oh my God, did you steal your brother’s car?” Essie’s jaw nearly hits the sidewalk as she rolls her suitcase to the trunk.
“He left me the keys. Driving it freaks me out.” It’s practical, considering he makes millions a year, but I’ve never driven a car worth more than fifteen-thousand dollars, so getting behind the wheel of his Tesla makes me nervous. But making Essie Uber or take the train was silly when Flip said I could use it.
We hug briefly, and I help her heft the bag into the trunk. We hustle into the car and out of the chilly September rain. I fight a cringe as I take my place behind the wheel. Pre-away-game sex with Tristan is turning into a full-body event. Muscles I didn’t even know existed hurt. I’m not sure what it indicates that he feels the need to have extra-intense sex anytime we won’t have it for more than twenty-four hours.