Tess #3
Any second I would feel him there. The nudge of his head against my hole. Any second. Any...
“Fuck!” he said. An exasperated curse, not the I’m-so-fucking-into-this kind. “No condom.”
I delighted a tiny bit in the fact that he hadn’t seen this coming, that he most likely hadn’t brought one at all this weekend, which meant he hadn’t been planning to fuck Kendra before I’d shown up either.
But the delight was short-lived because fuck. No condom.
I was on birth control. I could tell him. He could swear he was clean, and I’d believe him like a horny-ass dope and deal with the consequences later.
“The nightstand!” I exclaimed, remembering suddenly where we were.
“Leila keeps each room stocked.” Along with a copy of the Holy Bible.
Benefit of Kendra coming from a family of social activists that pushed for things like sex education and free birth control and the end to STDs spread all in Jesus’s name.
The sound of a drawer opening and closing, followed by the rip of foil, and then finally, he shoved himself in, and Lord almighty, it was divine.
Divinity in the form of rapid-fire thrusts, I decided, was my new favorite form of worship. I could practically hear the angels singing. Hell, I was singing with them, gasping and crying out as Scott drilled into me.
I was mindless.
Not so mindless that I wasn’t conscious of my volume. Fully aware that Kendra’s room was close by, I tried to be quiet. But a little bit I didn’t try, too, because maybe if she heard us that would be all right. Or even more than all right.
Fuck, what was wrong with me?
“This feels like cheating,” I panted, my breasts jiggling with the force of Scott’s thrusts.
“That’s why it’s so hot.”
He bit the top of my shoulder, and that was hot too, but he was right. A lot of the current hot factor was that we were fucking while his fiancée/not-fiancée slept unawares down the hall.
Kink. E.
Super kinky.
A twinge of moral guilt interrupted my building orgasm. “But tell me again that it’s not?”
His mouth now was at my ear, his body completely bent over mine, smothering and comforting me all at once. “Is that really what you want to hear me say right now?”
No, it wasn’t. Because a part of me wanted to believe that this was wrong, that we were wrong, because that was exciting and sexy but also because it was maybe a little bit the truth.
All it took after that was Scott’s arm snaked around my waist and the press of his thumb against my clit, and I detonated like a bomb, clenching and coming and making a mess all over his magnificent cock.
His other hand flew to my mouth to cover my cry. “Fuck, Tessa.” And then his thrusts stuttered and slowed and then stilled as he grunted out his own release.
By the time my knees felt like they wouldn’t collapse if I tried to stand, shame began to settle.
Which was when Scott tugged me up and turned me into him. “It’s not cheating. Because I’m not engaged. I’m going to fix it.”
A shaky breath in and the shame became less overwhelming. A shaky breath out, and I almost believed him.
I liked believing him. If he held me all night, if he fucked me every time we woke, I wondered if I could believe him completely by the time the sun rose or if the light of day would expose the idea of us as a lie.
I had a better shot at the former if I was in his arms.
Lifting my mouth, I pressed a kiss against his chin. “Will you stay?”
I was nervous about the answer. He couldn’t say yes if his relationship with Kendra was more than he’d let on. But he could say no, and it wouldn’t mean he’d lied. It could simply mean that he was in a house with his parents, his fiancée, and her parents, and that he had some sense of decorum.
“I shouldn’t,” he said, brushing his lips against mine. “But I will. It’s either stay or sleep on the couch. Because, apparently, I was assigned a room with Kendra.”
Assigned to room with her because everyone assumed they’d be fucking because the two of them were fucking engaged.
Reality came swiftly barreling toward me, and I pulled out of his arms. “Fuck, Scott. I can’t do sharing. I know that’s a lot to ask when we’re just feeling things out, but—”
“Hey.” He pulled me back to him, placing a single finger on my lips to shush me up. “I’m not interested in anyone but you, Tessa. I haven’t touched another woman since I laid eyes on you, and I have absolutely no intent to while we figure this out. And neither will you.”
“You’re right. I won’t touch another woman either.” I grinned against his finger. It smelled like me, and another wave of shame and arousal rolled over me.
“Well. If you do, just invite me to the party.”
I sobered. “No other men for me, Scott. Just you.”
“Just you.”
Why did it feel like we were taking vows? Maybe because I recognized that they were probably the most earnest words he’d ever said to a woman.
“Then you’ll stay. Can’t figure out anything with you on the couch.” I kissed him in that way that told him we wouldn’t be sleeping any time soon and ignored the dreadful feeling that we weren’t the ones in control of figuring anything out at all.