Chapter 23 #2
The door opens, and then we’re taking another step as Tre hits the light switch, turning on a pair of softly glowing bedside lamps.
“I think I’ve wanted you since you invited me here the first time.”
Tre smirks, and we take another step. “The lasagna?”
I increase the pressure I’m using on his shaft. His hand spasms on my waist as his eyes float shut, and he gasps in pleasure. The sound reverberates through me and makes my entire body clench. I want to hear him make that sound again.
“Yes, the lasagna, you ass.” I move my teeth to his earlobe and rake them across it. “It was the best fucking lasagna I’ve ever had.”
Tre’s eyes open, and he pulls me toward him as he spins, reversing our positions. We take another step, and then his hands drop over my ass to the back of my thighs. He picks me up, and we’re falling.
I let out a gasp when my back hits the bed. Tre’s arms are on either side of me, caging me in. It’s impossible to ignore how attractive he is from this position. Or any position, if I’m being honest.
I should’ve done this forever ago, I can’t help but think. I should’ve screwed him in the woods on the Fourth of July. I should’ve gone to his tent. I should’ve—
“You said it was only, and I quote, ‘Okay.’”
“Yeah. Well. I was surprised. I didn’t want to say something I’d regret.”
He snorts as he lifts one hand to run between my breasts, over my sternum, and down my stomach before pushing his other hand off the bed and kneeling between my thighs, his hands on the waistband of my jeans, grazing my hip bones. My entire body feels like it could burst into flames at any moment.
“Something like, ‘Hey Tre, thanks for making dinner. It was really good’?”
“Yes. Something like that,” I agree breathlessly as I lift my hips so he can drag my pants over my ass. “The food you made tonight was really good, too.”
“Are you just saying that because you want me to fuck you?” Tre asks as cold air hits my thighs and then my calves. I’ve never been so desperate to have someone before.
“No, but could you please hurry up and fuck me?” I demand from where I’m lying on his bed, which is covered in black sheets—it’s a mood, and not one I expected from Mr. Happy-Go-Lucky—wearing only a pair of red lace underwear that are completely soaked.
“No. Sorry.” Tre sounds entirely unapologetic as he removes his own pants. “I will not ‘hurry up and fuck you,’” he says, mimicking my voice.
“I—”
“You already said you have no idea if you’ll want to do this again after tonight, and that’s fine,” he rushes to add, his hands held up before him. “No strings. But if tonight is the one chance I get to be with you, Fiona, I’m not going to rush through any part of it.”
I swallow hard, my heart thrumming in my chest. “Okay,” I agree, meeting his resolute gaze. I want him. There’s no two ways about it. He could drag this out for hours, and I’d let him.
Tre nods, and then he’s kneeling at the edge of the bed as his left hand runs up my calf, his fingers massaging the muscle as he brings his mouth to my leg, his tongue tracing over my knee, lingering at the bottom of my quad as his right hand trails along my inner thigh.
I gasp as his mouth seals against my leg.
His hands move to my hips, and he drags me to the edge of the bed before his fingers slip under the red lace and he strips my underwear off.
Then his hands are running up my inner thighs, and his lips are trailing behind them, leaving an imprint of heat at each spot they touch.
I moan as his thumbs glide over my labia with the lightest of touches.
And then his face is right there, and his breath is ghosting across my clit.
I shiver as the pause draws on, looking down my body to find his eyes locked on my face, watching me.
The moment seems to stretch until Tre drives his tongue into my cunt without warning.
“Oh fuck,” I gasp, my fingers clenching at the sheets as I fight to keep my hips from bucking against his face.
His tongue withdraws, and then it’s running up me, flicking over my clit as his fingers circle my opening, setting my nerve endings on fire. I trade my grip on the bedsheets for his hair, locking his mouth in place, and he releases a soft moan that thrums through me.
“Keep going,” I beg, staring into his deep grey eyes, which somehow seem to be lit from within. His fingers slide into me ever so slightly as his tongue strokes my clit faster and faster.
My body is trembling as the orgasm builds deep in my pelvis.
It’s like a riptide, pulling me further and further into dangerous currents.
Finally, I can’t take it anymore, and I reach down to find Tre’s hand, wrapping my own around it, pushing his fingers deeper into me before re-gripping his hair.
He curls his fingers against the walls of my vagina, his tongue flicking across my clit even faster.
Then, all at once, I’m coming, my hips rolling beneath Tre’s face as a ragged, “Oh, yes, Tre! Yes!” tears from my throat.
Just as I’m nearing the end of the orgasm, he seals his mouth on me, sucking on my clit as his fingers are still deep inside me.
I shout wordlessly as a second orgasm floods through me, leaving me quivering and panting.
By the time I’m capable of looking down, Tre is wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Then he’s on his side, lying next to me on the bed, his head pillowed on his arm. I feel more relaxed than I have in months. Even my mind is momentarily quiet.
“Good?” he asks softly, his eyes glued to me as he trails a hand up my ribs.
“Amazing,” I reply, and a slow, satisfied smile spreads across his face.
“I aim to please.”
“You really do, don’t you?” I murmur, rolling onto my side to face him, resting my right hand on his hip before letting it slip across his stomach.
His abs flex under my touch, and he inhales sharply as my fingers dip toward his cock.
I reverse the motion, and he releases a soft exhale, his eyes almost fluttering shut.
I repeat the process and am rewarded with the same sharp inhale.
This time, I wrap my hand around his shaft and stroke him as I slide closer, draping a leg over his hip.
His mouth finds mine, and I taste myself on his tongue as he palms my boob.
I gasp when he pinches my nipple, and he immediately does it again.
It’s all I can do to stop myself from sliding him into me, and if he were wearing a condom, I would’ve already done it.
Instead, I push against him, and he rolls onto his back, taking me with him, leaving me straddling him. My hair is spilling forward, shrouding us as I begin kissing my way down his jaw.
“There are condoms in the nightstand,” Tre says softly as I move my lips from his jaw to his neck.
“I was going to repay the favor first.”
Tre smirks, already looking satisfied. “I’m optimistic there’s going to be a next time, and I want something to look forward to.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. Plus, it’s been a while. If you go down on me right now, I don’t know that there will be anything after that.”
I grin. “Okay.” I move off him toward the nightstand. He stays on his back, but his eyes watch me hungrily. I open the drawer and remove the box of condoms.
“What are you doing?” Tre asks as I flip the box over.
“Checking the expiration date. You said it’s been a while.”
“Not that long, Fiona,” he scoffs.
“So I see.” I take a condom from the box and return to straddling him before tearing the wrapper open. I place the condom over his dick and slowly unroll it. Tre’s hands are running up and down my thighs, but his eyes are focused on my fingers skimming over his shaft.
“I never thought watching someone unroll a condom could be so hot,” Tre growls, as I line the head of his dick up with my cunt and sink down onto him.
Then his hands are on my hips, pulling me down even more, and we both groan as I quiver around him.
“God, you feel amazing,” Tre says, his hands running up my sides and over my ribs. His fingertips graze my nipples, and I grab his hands, interlacing my fingers with his before pinning them to the bed just above his head. I shift weight onto our hands as I lift off him and slide back down.
My breath comes in short, ragged bursts punctuated by soft moans escaping Tre’s lips as I ride him faster and faster. I’ve already come twice, but I’m still right there, teetering on the edge. “I’m so close, Tre,” I whisper, staring into his eyes, which haven’t left mine for a single second.
He pulls his hands out from under mine, grabbing my waist and rolling us over without missing a thrust. His arm wraps under my hips, lifting me as he slides a pillow under my ass for a better angle.
He places a hand near my shoulder to brace himself, and the bed sinks slightly.
His other hand presses down on my pelvis just above my pubic bone as he increases the speed, and it’s like every thrust is coming from above and below.
I come for the third time, screaming his name as my nails rake from his shoulders to his elbows.
All I can do is hold on, my nails imprinting deeply into his skin, as his movements take on a frenetic quality.
Then a wordless roar rips from Tre’s throat, his hips jerking as he climaxes, his hand still pressing into my pelvis.
By the time his body falls motionless, I feel like I’m made of Jello.
He’s collapsed over me, and his forehead is pressed heavily against mine, but his weight is braced on his forearms to either side of my head.
I trace my fingers along his jaw, and Tre turns his head to plant a kiss on the palm of my hand.
“Was it as good as you imagined?” I ask.
“Better,” he whispers. “You?”
“Yeah,” I agree. “Definitely better.”
“What?” I ask when I look up from the chart I’m scribbling some notes on and find Natalie staring at me.
Her dark eyebrows scrunch together. “Weren’t you wearing that shirt yesterday?”