“Lady justice, with a blindfold covering a beautiful face that I’ve had memorized since I was 18 years old.” I trace her jaw with the backs of my fingers. “Clinging fabric draped down sexy long legs, and a spine of steel that I’ve had the pleasure of getting to know more recently.”
“Hmm, doesn’t ring any bells.” She squints her face teasingly until I push her against the cold shower wall.
“I could leave her naked, but I would kill any fucker that had to look at these long enough to tattoo them on me.” I suck her nipple into my mouth, swirling her silver bar with my tongue until she writhes in my arms.
“I bet the asshole who did these was hard as a rock.” I pinch her other nipple, and she cries out.
“He was very professional,” she says, and I squeeze her tits roughly in my hands. “But he did give me a discount.”
I spin her around, slapping her ass sharply. “Did his discount involve touching you anywhere unprofessionally?”
“No,” she moans when my fingers sweep over her pussy from behind.
“Good. Wouldn’t want to add anyone else to my list.”
“What list?” She gasps when my finger enters her.
“The list of men I can’t be in the same room with because if I see them looking at the parts of you they’ve touched… I’ll gouge their eyes out.”
Her pussy squeezes my fingers, and I reach around her waist with my other hand to reward her by playing with her clit. “You like that, don’t you? You want me to despise all the men who have had you before I could.”
“Yes,” she breathes against the tile.
“You like that I’m jealous.”
“Yes,” she cries, riding my fingers as I fuck her with them.
A growl escapes my chest, and I can’t get my fingers out of her fast enough to replace them with my cock, shoving inside her heat brutally and without warning.
Her hips push back to meet mine, completely unperturbed and taking me greedily because her pussy is ready for me.
I fuck into her forcefully, slamming my hips against her ass as I pin her to the shower wall. “Should I let you cum? Orshould I make you beg for it all night long?”
“No, don’t make me beg. Not tonight. I want everything you can give me tonight,” she pleads, meeting me thrust for thrust.
“If I give you everything tonight, we won’t walk for a week,” I whisper in her ear as my hand cups the front of her throat
“Good.” I feel her throat work against my hand, and my balls tighten. I’m already close.
The fingers of my other hand slap her clit, making her cry out, and I do it again, circling the sensitive nub and then swatting it. Her nails scrape at the wall as she struggles for breath until her hips rocket back into mine as her orgasm demolishes her.
The rolling waves of her climax wrap around me so tightly that I cum before she’s completely released from hers, both of us gasping and groaning in tandem.
“Oh my fuck,” she breathes, leaning back into my chest.
“Yeah,” I agree, letting the blood return to my brain.
* * *
“Thea was my roommate since freshman year. She was so kind to me when I started college as a blubbering fool. She’d crawl into bed with me and make sure I didn’t feel alone anymore while I was crying myself to sleep. We’d go to parties and bars. We were both inexperienced in life, but we got to be dumb college kids together.”
After our shower, Liv rummaged through my empty kitchen to find some snacks, and we’ve been listening tothe rain in bed for an hour, talking about anything and everything.
“Then she came back the summer after undergrad, and something had happened to her… She was hurt by someone, really badly, and it was my turn to hold her. We shared a full-size bed more than we ever stayed in separate rooms. She was falling apart, and she almost dropped out, but I refused to let her. I picked up her pieces just like she picked up mine. I knew how it felt to lose one best friend. I couldn’t do it again.”
Hearing about Thea stirs anger in my gut, and I realize how much I’ve grown to care for Liv’s friend. I understand why Jesse feels so protective of both of them. They’re a packaged deal, and I’m grateful that they’ve had each other all these years.
“Is the person who hurt Thea…” I can’t finish my sentence because I’m not sure what answer I’m hoping for.
