“Mmmhmm,” she says, practically purring.
“Remind me again what that is?”
“Your. Dick.”
My eyes shutter closed as I grip myself. I can’t say no to Liza, and I don’t want to.
In her infinite wisdom, the sales lady threw a bunch of condoms in our shopping bag and I send a prayer of thanks to her when I fish one out and sheath myself.
My cock nudges her entrance, obeying her commands. My hands roam up and down her body, squeezing her breasts and exploring every curve and dip. She tugs against the restraints, eager to get her hands on me, too, but she doesn’t pull free. She’s restless and aching and I know exactly what she needs. Bracing my hands on her inner thighs, I spread her legs wider apart and fit my body as close to hers as I can get it. Liza lifts her head, looking down at our nearly-joined bodies. I watch as her nipples harden, her lips part, and a flush deepens her cheeks and chest. She wiggles her ass, trying her damnedest to close the tiny gap between us.
“You need something?” I ask, unable to resist teasing her.
“Yes.” Her answer is plain, simple, and clear, so what choice do I have except to give her what she’s asking for?
Inching my hips forward, I watch as her swollen lips swallow the tip of my dick. Fuck me. I could come right here and now just from how hot that is. I rein myself in, knowing that her pleasure hinges on my control.
With agonizing slowness that threatens to drive me to the brink of insanity, I rock in and out of her, giving her just the tip. Just the fucking tip. Her body moves with mine, her small, firm breasts bouncing with every back-and-forth tease. When I think she can’t take any more and I know I’m at my breaking point, I urge her to hold on and I push inside her sweet body, filling her up just like she asked me to.
She cries out at the increased contact, her hands pulling on the tie as she tries to reach for me.
“Just feel,” I tell her, grasping her hips and guiding her movements. “Just feel what I’m doing to you. You’ll get your chance to have your hands on me. I promise.”
Instinct takes over as I buck into her again and again. Our bodies are setting the rhythm and we’re both enjoying the hell out of the ride. She practically bows off the bed when I slam into her, grinding my pelvis against hers to trigger her release. I feel her walls tighten and spasm around me. I curse out loud when the sensations are too damn much, causing me to fall over the edge right after her.
Liza’s arms wrap around my back pulling me in and letting me know she’s broken free of the restraints. I’m careful not to crush her, but I can’t resist letting our bodies melt together for a few seconds as we both come down from the high of our mutual orgasms.
I should say something flirty, tease her, or press a kiss to her forehead. Instead, I stay quiet, letting this moment speak for itself.
I’ve been living my best life for the past twenty-four hours. Since the snow storm kept us in Annapolis, the outside worldcouldn't intrude on our happiness. But we’re back on the road now, heading back to Bainbridge and the reality of our situation. We’ll be at the hockey house in just a few minutes, so the clock is ticking if I want to have this conversation. I drum my fingers on the dash for a second before taking a breath and taking the plunge. Nothing ventured, nothing gained, right?
“I think we should do this,” I say, chancing a glance at Liza.
She keeps her eyes on the road, but I can see her lips twist together in confusion. “Get stuck out of town after buying an obscene amount of sex toys. I mean, yeah, I’d do it again.”
I laugh along with her, but then sober because I can’t just play this off. I want more with Liza, and I need to make that clear. “Yeah, I had fun, too, but I’m not just talking about shopping sprees and hotel sex, although those are definitely on my list of favorite things. I’m talking about us, Liza. We felt like a couple this weekend. You can deny it all you want, but it’s the truth. And I liked it. I like you. I like being with you in and out of the bedroom.”
Liza pulls to a stop at a red light about two miles from campus. She looks at me, her face guarded. “What are you saying?”
I run my hands through my hair, the tips of my fingers lingering on the too-long strands. I need to make an appointment with Bridgette to get a haircut, but that’s a dumb thing to be thinking about in this moment. My eyes close for a second so I can get my mental bearings, and then I just lay it out there, like I do when I’m on the ice. I play with my whole heart. If I’m going down, I’m doing it in a blaze of glory, and my relationship with Liza is no different. “I think we should call this thing between us what it really is. We’re together. I’m your boyfriend. You’re my girlfriend. I’m saying I think we should stop sneaking around. You’re the person I want to be around all the time, Liza, whether we’re checking boxes off the list orfighting for prime counter space in the kitchen. I haven’t thought about anyone else since we got together—since long before that, if I’m being honest. I’m saying I want to be with you. Is that what you want, too?”
Her sigh fills the cab of my SUV. “It’s not that simple. We can’t just decide to be together and then start dating.”
“Can’t we?” I ask. “Because I’m pretty sure that’s entirely up to us.”
Liza guides my car down the driveway and over to the row of parking spaces along the side of the house. She pulls in next to Mickey’s car, turns off the ignition and looks at me. “Only you would think it’s that easy.”
“Because it is,” I insist. “Are you going to tell me you don’t feel this pull between us? That after this weekend we can just go back to being casual, if we ever really were?”
Conflict is written all over her pretty face. “You know our attraction is mutual. But you’re also right that it’s more than that. In a perfect world, we could make this work. But there’s so much at stake. We live together, Blue. If things fizzle out, how awkward will it be? And we work together. I rely on my job to help with my expenses for school. I can’t risk that. If we start something, and it doesn’t last, what am I supposed to do? I’m not saying I’m not tempted, I’m just saying it’s more complicated than you realize.”
“We can figure it out. And you’ve got us breaking up before we’re officially together,” I say, unable to hide my frustration. Why can’t she just take this leap with me?
Her phone dings, and a look of relief washes over her features as she reads the text. She holds the phone up to me as she puts her other hand on the door handle. “The restaurant is open today, and I’ve got an eight hour shift calling my name. I’ll go in the back way and get ready. Give me a two minute head start and then you can go in the front door. Sound good?”
“It sounds like a cop-out. Are we really not going to talk about this?”
“We will, just not now. Let me think it over, okay?”
