“Um…okay. But we can’t go any further. I’m not…ready.”
Not ready for revenge, I mean.
What would he think if he knew the truth?
“Of course,” he says softly. “I won’t push you any further than you want to go. I just… I want to taste you.”
The heat in his voice turns my limbs into jelly. I don’t know how I’m able to remain sitting without falling to the floor.
“Okay,” I whisper.
He walks over to the bed and bows in front of me like I’m his queen. After placing his hands on my thighs, he slowly moves them apart. When I’m fully open for him, he winces, as if pained. “You have such a pretty pussy. I knew you would.”
Somehow, I don’t want to slam my thighs together. Old me would have been certain he’s making fun of me.
He lowers his head between my legs, and his breath is warm against my skin. I gasp as his lips meet my clit and send shivers up my spine. At first, he just nuzzles and nibbles a little, but then his warm, slippery tongue darts out, and I release a guttural moan.
“Good girl,” he says. “Tell me what you like.”
“That!” My whole body goes rigid from the pleasure of his tongue.
He chuckles, sending tickling breaths over my skin as his tongue keeps moving. “I could do this forever. You’re delicious, Amy.”
His tongue teases and explores, and I must be alerting the whole frat as to what we’re doing in here with my moans and gasps, but I can’t bring myself to care. I’m in a dark world of agonizing pleasure.
As the pleasure builds, his tongue movements become more rapid. A jolt of electricity shoots from my tummy to my limbs, and my things slam together on Tristan’s head.
He grabs them and yanks them apart. “You can take it. Come on my tongue, baby. I want to taste you.”
His words are like an incantation, sending me into a magical oblivion. A scream resounds in the room. I know it’s mine, but it’s so far away. Wave after wave of ecstasy ripples through my body.
And then the world grows quiet.
A moment later, I’m lying on the bed, and Tristan’s big arms are wrapped around me. I hardly even know how I got here.
“Amelia,” Tristan whispers.
In my foggy heaviness, I can only hum in response.
“What if we kept this up after the game?”
My stomach jolts. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, what if we…spent time together. Like this. I’m not saying dating necessarily. I know you don’t trust me enough for that, but…something. We don’t have to define what that something is.”
I swallow. My racing heart is making the world around me grow more vivid. This is Tristan Wolfe snuggling me. Tristan Wolfe just ate me out, and now he’s asking if we can have “something” after the game.
How did I get here?
“Is it okay if I think about it?”
He nuzzles his nose against my neck. “Sure. Why don’t you let me know after you’ve won that ten grand?”
The ten grand he’s not going to really give me.
Oh fuck, what if he really is?
No.
