“Consent, Liv.” He pulled his hand away. “I need a verbal.”
“You’re an asshole.”
“An asshole who can make you come more than once.” He leaned close, smiling slowly. “Do you wanna come, baby?”
I scowled at him but didn’t answer.
“What do you want, baby?”
“I want you to fuck me, then walk away,” I snapped. “Can you do that?”
“Yeah, Liv, I can do that.”
“Bullshit.”
“Baby, you’re the one who can’t let go,” he pointed out.
“Watch me,” I growled.
His mouth landed on mine and then we were all tongues and teeth and desperation. He unzipped my romper, pushing it from my body with a hiss. “I hate this fuckin’ thing.”
I couldn’t help but smile. I knew this. He didn’t like that it wasn’t easy access, so I never wore it. I figured I’d be safe wearing it today. I should have known better.
Pushing me onto the bed, he yanked aside my panties, the cool air hitting my hot and needy pussy as he slid a finger through my wetness. I rolled my hips, gasping when his hand slapped gently at my clit. He pushed two fingers inside of me, his thumb pressing back against my clit and ordered, “Ride my hand, Liv.”
I stared up at him as my body seemed to move of its own accord, my pussy gripping his fingers hard. His eyes were hooded as he watched me, his hand working my body like an instrument. “Tristan,” I rasped.
He removed his hand, bending down to cover my core with his mouth, his tongue delving deep inside, before lapping at my clit. I wove my hands into his hair as he sucked, licked, and bit his way around my core.
Then he was inside of me, his hands linked with mine, anchoring my arms above my head. “Are we done, Olivia?” he asked, slamming into me.
“Yes,” I hissed.
“You’re a liar, baby. We’ll never be done,” he countered, kissing me deeply as he continued to bury himself deep.
He slid a hand between our bodies, fingering my clit and I came apart in his arms, but I refused to scream his name, keeping my emotion buried as I exploded around him.
He wasn’t far behind me, then he sat up and dragged his hands down his face. “I don’t know what the hell is going on with you, Olivia, but we need to figure this out.”
“There’s nothing to figure out.” I sat up and pulled my clothes on, cleaning up the best I could with the box of tissues in the room. “You obviously don’t trust me and if we don’t have trust, we have nothing.”
“That’s total bullshit and you know it.”
“Is it?”
“Baby, I had a momentary lapse in judgement. It had been a shitty week, you and I hadn’t been connecting, and Bonnie caught me at a vulnerable moment. I’m sorry. I can’t keep fuckin’ apologizing for the same thing. You either forgive me or you don’t. It won’t happen again, that I can guarantee you.”
“And Linda?” I asked, disgusted with how small my voice sounded.
“Jesus Christ, woman, I gave Linda a ride...and notthiskind of ride, just to be clear.” He pulled his jeans on, buttoning them before pulling his T-shirt over his head. “She’s going home with Milky. You know they’ve been fuckin’ for a while. What the hell is goin’ on with you?”
I threw my hands in the air. “I don’t know, okay? I feel like I’m going crazy. I just need time. Will you give me that?”
“Honey, I’ll give you all the time in the world, but I’m not willing to let you disappear.”
“Why not?” I snapped. “Why won’t anyone just let me fuck off?”
“Because we love you.”
