I reached between us, unzipping his pants and pulling his cock out.
"Wait, wait," he said, holding me off of him. "Condom."
"I have an IUD." His eyes darkened when I dragged my dripping sex back and forth over his cock. "I've only ever been with my ex-fiancé, and I got an STD test after we broke up. All clear."
He swallowed. "I get tested regularly for the team, and I haven't been with anybody in almost a year."
That gave me pause. "But what about—"
"Monica and I didn't have sex."
"I thought—"
"Put me inside you, baby." I tucked his cock against my opening, coating him with my wetness. "Please.Ride me."
Pleasure spiked when he entered me, stretching me more thoroughly than any man or any toy I’d had before. I pressed my palms flat against his chest, lifting myself up and off his cock, only to fall back down again. All the way, until he was fully sheathed inside of me and my ass slapped his thighs.
"Fuck,Clarke. My naughty girl." He fucked me back, meeting me thrust for thrust. "You ride my cock so well."
"You're so deep like this. It's like you're splitting me in two."
"Too much baby?" He rocked up into me.
"No. No, not enough."
"I don't ever want to remember the feeling of not knowing your tight, bare pussy wrapped around me."
That makes two of us.
For the next few minutes—or maybe hours—I rode him furiously. Only stopping when we exploded together, when he held me against his chest and pumped me full of cum.Thatwas a new feeling, too. Just one more first I'd saved for Soren. Walden and I had always used condoms, for the convenience of cleanup more than anything else. But maybe it had been more than that. Maybe, subconsciously, I had kept that barrier up between us as a way to . . . well, protect myself. In more ways than one.
I didn't feel that need with Soren.
"It wasn't real," he told me later, when we were both tucked under the covers. "Me and Monica."
"What do you mean?" I whispered against his chest hair. I'd wrapped my limbs around him like a koala bear after he'd cleaned us both up.
"I knew Monica in high school. Back when she was still Monica Jakinsky, not Monica J." I tried to concentrate on what he was saying, but the fingers trailing up and down my back made it next to impossible. I struggled to think of a time I'd ever felt more relaxed. "We reconnected last year while I was home for a wedding and at first, it was great. Like no time had passed. She'd helped me get through twelfth grade English, so when she asked me for a favor, I didn't think anything of it. I figured it was the least I could do."
Uh oh.My stomach clenched. I had a bad—and familiar—feeling about where this was going.
"She was just starting to get her music career off the ground, and she thought that my 'star power'—her words, not mine—might lend a helping hand. My agent was a fan of the idea, so . . ."
An image of one of the books Nessa had lent me flashed across my mind.
"You fake dated?"
"That's one way of putting it, I guess. I hadn't planned for it to last as long as it did." He took a moment before adding, "Or end the way it did, smeared acrossPage Six."
"And you guys never—"
"No," he answered quickly. "It wasn't like that. We were friends. At least, I thought we were."
I tilted my head back until my eyes met his. They were full of hurt and dejection, nothing like the Soren I was used to.
"Have you spoken to her?"
His lips thinned into a grim expression. "I tried calling her a few times since we ended it. She blocked my number."
