CHAPTER 85
Troy
I SIT WITH it once I’m home, while stepping out of the shower.
That I’ve been so stupid all this time.
When all Ana wants is just sex from me.
This was supposed to be just sex.
And I’m the one who caught feelings—like one moron always ends up doing—and now I’ve just made a fool of myself in the process because of course it’s all she still wants.
If that’s what she wants then it’s what I want too.
I was fucking great at that, in fact. Before her.
Sex. Just plain ole’ sex, nothing more.
Fuck, nothing’s even changed.
She’s still Ana Petrov who hates me, and I’m the idiot who forgot about that.
I hear the sound of footsteps once I’m in my room, kneeling in just my towel to grab a fresh set of sweats when Ana walks in with damp hair.
Soaking wet hair, actually, but who gives a shit.
I don’t. Not anymore.
“I, uh,” she pants out, “took a shower at the rink before I got back. I was pretty stinky,” she adds with a breathless little laugh like she thinks I still care.
She reaches a hand to her wet hair, pushing out her strawberry-pattern scrunchie that she has a million of—that I’m going to start ridding from my memory too—until her strands drop all around her shoulders.
When I realize I’m staring at every movement, I snap out of it and turn back to my dresser.
“Uh-huh,” I reply like it’s whatever.
“Troy, listen,” she says, reaching toward me like she’s hoping it comforts me, “please forget what I said, I’m so—”
“It’s forgotten,” I cut her off, lifting to my feet, turning around to face her, loving the way I tower over her height right away, this close.
She gulps at the swift exchange. And when her lips part I feel my cock poke against my towel, knowing she’s already wet.
She usually is by that gulp.
I reach for the zipper on her shirt, seeing her eyelids slowly fall, the sound of her breathing filling the entire room at my—by her widened eyes—unexpected move.
I pull down the zipper, leaving her in a white lace bralette that ties with a ribbon on the front.
Then I drop my hands to my towel, undoing the cloth, tearing it off me.
She drops her gaze down abruptly to the spot at the center of my hips, twisting a thigh over her other like she needs the sudden friction right there.
But I walk away, buck naked back into my bathroom, dropping the towel on the hook by my shower, drying my hair a bit with another.
When I return, Ana’s still standing there, frozen, in the exact same spot, confused, but still staring. Down at my hips. And I know exactly what she wants.
But she loves games, so let’s fucking play.
I stride toward her the way that I know she hates—like the douche who would pass by her in high school—leading with my thighs, my jaw clenching when this time, the way her gaze roams all over my body, it looks like she suddenly loves.
Standing in front of her, her back to the edge of my bed, I catch the bow on her chest between two fingers, tugging on it roughly until it unravels, keeping the fabric there even when her tiny nipples pierce against the lace, pink and bright and swollen underneath the white lace.
Without tilting my face, I flick my eyes up at her, and I hear the way she’s fighting not to moan, trying to figure out what I’m going to do to her, waiting for it.
So I stay quiet, reserved, pushing back to just look at her for a second because apparently I like torturing myself with a reminder of what I could never have.
Not how I want.
How I wanted.
“Take off your leggings,” I demand.
Her legs squeeze together like she’s already slick and ready for me. Biting over her lips watching my erection growing right in front of her eyes, she peels off her tights, a matching white lace thong on underneath.
But when she reaches for the straps of her bralette to take it off, to show me her tits, I lift a hand over hers. “Leave it like that.”
I see the subtle flicker of surprise in her eyes as I lean back to give her some space.
“Keep it undone,” I order. “I want a proper view.”
Taking a hand and tracing the column of her neck with the pad of my thumb, she moans when I let go.
“Now get on your knees and suck my cock, Ana.”
She sinks to the floor so fast it barely gives me time to register a thing before she’s taking me in her warm mouth, and perfect tits start bouncing wildly in the air, and pretty cheeks stretch by the glide of my length thrusting in and out.
I start to feel dizzy when I can smell her arousal from underneath, tilting her head back against the mattress so I can think properly again and she can take more of me this way, grinding my hips a bit when I hit the back of her throat and she starts drooling and moaning loud.
But we’re playing my game now and I don’t want to come in her mouth.
Not this time.
“Get up and grab onto the wall,” I instruct.
Ana’s brows knit together as she gives me a whine of disapproval but she obeys, side-eyeing me grumpily for interrupting what she was enjoying.
But that’s just too fucking bad.
As she gets up, her legs visibly wobbly for a good second, I watch that perky ass of hers dance in the air as she rests her long arms against the wall edging my bathroom, turning over her shoulder with her mouth dropped open.
Because she watches as I fist my cock, pumping it once, twice, enough times until she’s moving her hips into the air, while staring at my groin.
I let go, moving to her in one stride, falling to my knees, as both of my palms flatten on the sides of her hips, my fingers curling underneath that thin lace, flicking my gaze up when I catch her still staring.
Holding my gaze as my fingers bring down her underwear, while my tongue flattens over an ass cheek, dragging down her legs, sliding back up to give a quick lick right between and she pokes out that ass of hers into my mouth so shamelessly, I give it a good slap, licking over it quickly to soothe her skin as she writhes in pleasure.
Losing my patience, I twist her around and hoist her up until she’s wrapped her legs around my waist, moving us to my bed.
Hooking her legs with my hands around her ankles, I flip her around, bringing her ass in the air until it’s close enough to fall into my lap from the back.
“Condom?” I rasp into her ear.
“No,” she pants out.
But I already fucking knew.
Letting her impale herself on my cock and get comfortable with it with only a couple-second head start, I angle my hips up swift, thrusting hard then fast, circling my hips slowly until she meets my grind—that rhythm her and I have perfected together where she bounces up and down and I push side to side, moving so deep until I’ve filled her to the hilt—and somehow each time, this feels fucking better than the last.
But it’s just sex.
And before I want to lift her hair and lick up the side of her neck, I remind myself that,
It’s just sex.
When I catch myself wanting to hold onto her waist a bit tighter than I should, I remind myself of it again.
Once the overwhelming urge to kiss her mouth rests at the edge of my lips, I hover over to her ear because this has always just been sex.
“I know you’ve been thinking of this,” I rasp when Ana’s neck jolts up, her head thrown back to my chest in a consuming desire. “Isn’t that right, baby?”
She just moans, rocking herself so damn fast against me, I grip her hips to join in, thrusting even deeper.
“It’s all you ever fucking think about, right?” She starts whining when my hand reaches over and pinches her swollen clit. “To get my cock inside of that greedy tight pussy of yours, right?”
“Yes, oh my God, yes!”
She moves so precise, so wild, like she’s in pure bliss but she wants so much more, and that’s when I lift us both up a bit until we’re both sitting, her with her back to my chest, her legs parted wide into the bed, and I pull out just because I want to lick her bad in this angle and she lets out a strangled noise of desperation, needing me back in.
But it’s not long until I slide underneath her spread legs, staring at her face from below as I flatten my tongue through her glistening slit and star flicking and flicking and flicking until she starts circling her soaking pussy all over my mouth, riding her clit over my nose, before I’m aligning myself back behind her again.
This time when my cock nudges into her slick core, her pussy walls suck me right in, and I can’t help myself.
I give a harsh tug at the lace bralette bouncing around her shoulders since I was saving it for a special moment and that moment just happened to present itself.
She snakes her face around and she decides to kiss me the same moment my fingers drop over to her nipples.
Both of my hands on her perfect breasts, Ana folds her palms over mine, as our hips work in sync, our tongues tangling around each other.
And I kind of forgot what the hell is happening when she turns us over, gives a small slide from her hips before she starts riding the fuck out of me. And my eyes shut so tight because she just beat me at my own damn game.
And at some point—some hazy, mercurial point in time—Ana slides off me, our heartbeats probably as loud as the breaths we’re both gasping out, and as she moves to face me, I twist to my other side.
“Goodnight,” I say.
“‘Night,” she says but I can hear the surprise and maybe even a trace of hurt by the abrupt shift.
And I almost turn back around, craving to extend an arm around the small of her waist, to hold her against me before we both drift off…but.
Fuck it, right?
She’s just the girl I have sex with.