When I slip into the bed, Sophie tenses.
“We need to do this,” I whisper, pulling her close.
“This isn’t a good idea,” she whispers back.
“I know.” She’s warm. I like the way my arm fits in the curve of her waist. The smell of eucalyptus and my cooking clings to her. I don’t have a plan in mind. I should have thought this through better.
Suddenly, I’m kissing her. She moans against my mouth.
“Good girl, like that.” I grab her thigh, hiking it up on my hip. When I roll on top of her, I settle pleasantly between her thighs. Why am I kissing her? I don’t know. I find her mouth again.
When I grind between her legs, she moans. I thrust harder, wanting more.
I know this isn’t part of our deal. That I shouldn’t be doing this. But I can’t seem to stop. The bed sways. The floor creaks, and the frame gives light squeals.
“This is acting?” She pants.
“You don’t seem like a good actor. So I’m helping.” I grind between her legs. My erection presses against Sophie, and her nails sink into my side. She writhes beneath me.
We’re both getting off. This is more than acting.
Her soft sounds are delicious, but I’m going to make her cum. If it’s anything like the slopes, then Sophie isn’t quiet.
When I rock against her, she tries to cover her mouth. I rip her hand away and hold it hostage against the bed.
“No,” I tell her. I thrust between her thighs, and her expression breaks beautifully. The way a moan slips past her tense mouth makes my body ache.
“Come on, Sophie,” I pant. The next time I rock into her, the headboard knocks the wall with a light tap.
“Come on, what?” She hisses. I thrust, and she swallows a groan. The headboard keeps tapping the wall as I work up the power of my thrusts. Fuck, I’m trying to chase an orgasm I shouldn’t. What if I just fucked her?
The thought takes me by surprise. I trail my hand up her thigh. She’s wearing loose shorts that are easy to pull aside. My fingers slide under the silk.
“What are you doing?” She whispers, her breath tickling my chest. My fingers slide under the edge of her panties. I swallow thickly.
“Can you get off this way?” I ask, hoping she says no.
“Soren, why do I need to get off?” She pushes frantically on my chest as I keep thrusting.
“Unless you think you can fake it?”
“I—”
“Come on, Sophie. Fake it right now, and we can stop.” I half pray she will because this is a test I won’t pass. When she doesn’t even try to fake it, I roughly tug her shorts and panties aside. Next thing I know, I’m grinding against her naked pussy.
“The fabrics too rough,” she whines. That’s practically a request. I shove my sweatpants down. My bare skin touches hers. Soft folds hug my cock as I slide through her pussy. A shudder starts in the base of my spine as I feel her on me.
“Let’s make this quick.” Because I can’t control myself for very long. There’s nothing between us but poor restraint as I grip her hips and grind against her.
“It doesn’t count,” she keeps saying over and over.
“What doesn’t?” I pant.
“If you don’t get off,” she rasps. Her legs wrap around my hips.
“Okay,” I say.
“I mean, if you put it in,” she whispers against my chest.
