“I’ll try,” she says, sliding a nervous tremble into her voice. My dick throbs in response and she stifles a grin.
“Brat. Suck me off, or I’ll come on your face.”
She scowls and licks me like a lollipop.
And so it goes. I might be annoyed, but I’m not so principled that I won’t take whatever she’s offering. Especially when what she’s offering is the best thing I’ve ever had.
—nineteen—
Alison
I know what I’m doing when I text Scott at four in the morning a few days later.
He knows what I’m doing, too.
That’s why he shows up twenty-three minutes later, freshly showered with a condom in his pocket and a barely dissolved breath mint on his tongue.
I smirk as he looms over me. “You are such a dirty old man.”
“We need to stop doing this.”
He doesn’t mean it, but I let him have this conversation. He’s slowly wearing me down. I cross my arms and smile at him. “Why?”
“Because you’re twenty and I’m not. Because I want to take you on a f*ck
ing date and you won’t. Because we wind up yelling at each other half the time.”
“But the rest of the time you’re inside me and it feels so good, right?”
His eyes darken and I don’t need to look down to know he’s hard for me.
I love that.
I’m taunting him, working him into a lather in the hopes that he’ll f*ck
me so hard I won’t be able to walk straight tomorrow.
“Yeah it feels good, you crazy woman. Why can’t you sleep?”
“I just finished a practice exam—aced it—and was feeling restless, I guess. Full of ohmygodimaybeknowit energy.”
“Full of what?”
“Oh my God I maybe know it.”
He shakes his head and tugs me closer. “I’m sure you know it backwards and inside out. Come on, let’s get naked. A few orgasms are exactly the sleep prescription you need.”
“You were totally just thinking something about kids these days, weren’t you?”
“I’ll never tell.”
Instead of leading him into my room, I take off my clothes and go and start the shower.
He follows, watching me silently. We’ve done it on my couch and on a chair in my kitchen, but we haven’t had shower sex yet.
Since I owe him an apology, this feels like a good symbol. Washing away the bad juju or something. I start the shower and step into my small tub, holding the curtain out of the way. “Come here.”
He follows, naked now as well. An amused smile curls up his lips. “It’s the middle of the night.”
“And I’ve been sweating bullets over international law for like eighteen hours. I don’t smell good.”
“You always smell fantastic,” he mutters, but he joins me, crowding me into the water. I love how big he is, and how he uses that size to make me feel dominated in all the right ways. I turn to offer him some body wash, but the bottle tumbles out of my hand as he lifts me up. From nowhere he makes a condom appear, and I rip it open.
“Put it on me.” The man thinks I’m way more gymnastic than I really am, but I reach between us and sheath him.
Then he’s inside me in one, breath-stealing surge.
“Don’t care if you’ve been working all day and night,” he mutters, grinding against my clit as I pulse around him, adjusting to his size. “Want you anyway. Always.”
I tighten my arms around his neck. So much for me making this about him. I close my eyes as he kisses my neck. Tighten my legs around his waist as he f*ck
s up and into me. Basically hold on as he ravages me, because this is hard and fast and rough.
“You’ve got me. Always,” I promise. I’m a shitty girlfriend, because I’m focused on a dozen life goals that have nothing to do with a man, but Scott likes that about me. “I’m yours, you know that?”
“At four in the morning,” he growls.
“And when I’m buried in a pile of books, or taking an exam…”
“Am I?”
“Yes.”
“Am I?”
I cry it out this time. “Yes!”
“f*ck
.” He growls as he splits me in two, his hands tight on my thighs and his cock a piston between my legs. I don’t even need to touch myself, because he’s hitting all the right spots: his cock is stretching my cunt, bumping my cervix and a bunch of other good spots inside; the root of him rolls my clit with each buried thrust; but most effective of all are his words, squeezing my heart in my chest.
Hell, I didn’t even know that thing worked.
“Always yours,” I whisper, my voice having fled the building. My words crack a little as I try to ride him, desperate to come with him.
His hands slide, big and sure, to my ass, squeezing my cheeks and pulling them apart. Pulling me apart as he holds me steady and fills me, over and over again, until I’m sobbing his name and climbing the peak he always manages to get me up and over.
“Ali,” he growls. “My Ali. Mine. f*ck
ing mine, always.”
“Yes,” I say, but it’s not really a word, it’s a cry, and it’s lost in the water as I tip my head back and explode for him. He buries himself in me, his cock twitching as it spills his seed inside that condom.