But why should I care? Why should I be considerate when she’s not?
“Do it,” I say. “Or I’m going to sleep.”
That look on her face might be confusion. But I don’t think so. I think I’m making her angry. Good. Now she knows how I feel tonight.
She huffs out the breath she was holding and turns around, crawling forward a little until her ass is right up in my face.
“You want me to touch you, Rochelle?”
She looks over her shoulder at me. Her breasts are hanging down, almost begging me to play with them. “Yes,” she whispers. “Touch me.”
I slap her ass hard as I stand up. She looks over her shoulder again. “What are you doing?”
I say nothing as I undo my tie and pull it through the collar of my shirt. I take my suit coat off next, walking over to a chair and hanging it up so it won’t be wrinkled in the morning. When I come back I’m already unbuttoning my shirt. She watches my fingers very carefully. I slip the shirt off and place it over the jacket.
My pants are unbuttoned when I walk back over to her. She watches me take them off and fold them up. I stand over by the chair as I drop my boxer briefs and fist my cock so she can see I’m hard for her.
I can’t deny my desire. I fell in love with her for a reason. And that reason has a lot to do with what she looks like naked.
“Touch me,” she says.
“Lie down,” I answer. “Flat. With your legs straight.”
“Quin—”
“Do it,” I say.
She huffs out another breath. Like I’m frustrating her. Good. Now she knows how I feel tonight.
She lies down, her face turned to one side so she can see me, and straightens out her legs. They are long and tanned from lots of time in the sun down south. Her whole body is golden, just like her hair. It spills over her shoulders and back like a waterfall.
I walk towards her, place a hand on her outer thigh and put one knee on the couch next to her hip. Then I force my other knee between her body and the cushion, so I’m sitting on the back of her knees.
“Yes,” she moans.
I play with her ass. My hands are all over her ass. Rubbing it. Letting my fingers slip between her legs just a little bit. Just enough to tease her with what’s to come. I bend over her body, letting my chest press against her back, and lower my lips to her neck. I slip a hand underneath her so I can squeeze her breast.
Her whole body trembles from the sensation of my lips.
“Did you miss me?” I ask.
“Yes,” she says. “Every night, Quin. I missed you.”
“I missed you too. One year is too long.”
“I know. But I promise, I won’t ever leave again. You can trust me, Quin. I promise I won’t do it again.”
I say nothing. Just enjoy the heat our bodies create together.
Her outside leg falls and one foot drops to the floor. It’s kinda cramped on the couch so I don’t make a big deal about it. Instead I dip the hand on her breast and slip it down her belly until I’m playing with the wetness between her legs.
She moans. “I like that,” she whispers, pressing her ass up into my cock.
I bet she does.
My dick presses between her ass cheeks and she opens her legs—just a little since I’ve got her boxed in with my body—and I slip inside easily.
“Yes,” she moans. “Fuck me.”
Oh, I fully plan on it. One more hard thrust and I’m all the way in. She gasps from my forcefulness, her back arching, but I sit up a little and press my palm right between her shoulder blades, pinning her beneath me.
Her pussy clamps down on my dick, her muscles tightening around my shaft.
I slap her ass cheek so hard, she squeals as I watch it turn red.
“You’re a fucking whore, aren’t you Rochelle?”
“Yes,” she says, raising her ass up again, practically begging for more.
I give her what she thinks she wants. I start slow, just like that other time. I start slow and then gradually fuck her a little harder.
She begins to moan, so I grab her by the hair and force her up, holding her against my chest, and just pound her from behind. Pure fucking. My other hand wraps around her throat and I squeeze. Not a lot, but enough.
She goes wild. Gasping for air, trying to fuck me back by pushing her ass towards me, even though I’m the only one in control tonight.
“You like it when Bric and I fuck you together, don’t you, Rochelle?”
“Yes,” she says. “Yes.”
“You like the way he slaps you around, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she moans again. “Fuck me, Quin. Fuck me harder.”
“You want us to fuck you at the same time, don’t you?” I say, my breath coming out long and hard. “You want both our cocks inside you at the same time, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she moans. “Yes.”
I look down and watch myself fuck her. The way my dick slips and out of her pussy. I pull her hair harder. I squeeze her throat tighter.
She starts gasping for air, so I stop that and cup my whole hand around her mouth to keep her screams inside, and force her head back so she has to look me in the eyes.
So she has to see me.
I thrust inside her, hard. Then harder and harder until we come together. Her whole body shaking and trembling as she reaches climax. Her hot breath on the palm of my hand, gasping for more air. And then she goes limp as her come coats my dick.
I let her go and her body falls forward on the couch. I fall on top of her too, and we lie like that. Together. Skin to skin, as we try to catch our breath and calm our racing hearts.
I am so fucking tired.
I get off her and stand up, fisting my cock as I reach for her t-shirt on the floor and clean myself off. She rolls over on her back and watches me, and when I’m done I throw it on top of her belly.
“Did you like it?” I ask.
She nods, looking a tiny bit worried. This is not how things usually go when we have sex.
“Good,” I say. “Because that’s how I fucked Chella that night you told her to sneak into our bed and pretend to be you. Now you know what you missed.”
Chapter Eleven - Rochelle
“So then what happened?” Bric asks.
We’re sitting at our booth in the White Room. Before I left, I’d sit in the middle of the bench, Quin would sit across from me in a chair, and Bric would sit to my left.
Bric is still to my left, Quin isn’t here yet—if he’s coming at all—and Adley is in her baby seat on my right.
Everything is familiar—but off.
“Then he went to bed.”
“What’d you do?”
“I sat there on the couch for a while trying to figure out what happened.”
“What did you come up with?” Bric is looking very intently at me. Like everything I’m saying is critically important.
“He hate-fucked me, that’s what I came up with, Bric!”