I take a nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the hard bud even as my hands are busy yanking down her panties. I’m still wearing my pants, but I’ll take care of that soon enough. For now, I keep my mouth on her breast and I place my hand between her legs.
She’s soaked, and my cock jerks in my boxer briefs as I sink a long finger inside her. She whimpers, encouraging me, and I pump my finger in and out as I graze my teeth over her nipple. A full-body shudder moves through her.
Then, I add a second finger, and she cries out. “Oh God, yes! It feels so good, Tristan.So good.”
I’d planned to wait until she came at least once before I took her, but I can’t. I need to feel her warm wetness around my cock.
Luckily, I usually carry a condom in my wallet, something my grandpa taught me in his failed attempt to give me a sex ed talk when I was fifteen. It was mortifying then, but now, I’m just glad I don’t have to break away from Kaylee to look around my suitcase.
Leaning over the side of the bed, I grab my pants, pull out my wallet, and find the condom. I roll it on, my eyes skimming over Kaylee’s hot body. I can’t wait to feel those long legs around me and I grasp her hips, pulling her closer. Her thighs part, and I can see her sex glistening in the dim light.
“So wet for me, baby. I bet you’ve been thinking about this all night, haven’t you?”
Before she can reply, I line myself up at her entrance and jerk my hips forward, burying myself deep inside her in one rough thrust.
She lets out a breathy cry of surprise and pleasure, pitched low and tinged with an edge of desperate need. I’ll think of that sound often in the future. She’s tight and wet around me, and I don’t waste time with slow and gentle. My need is too great, herstoo, by the way her fingernails dig into my shoulders, and her hips lift to meet my forceful thrusts.
I brace my arms tighter on either side of her, my hands pressing into the mattress as my hips slap against hers. An overwhelming sense of possession fills me as I pound into her, bending my head to claim her mouth in a kiss that turns into a tangling of our tongues.
“I knew you’d feel good, sweetheart, I’ve been thinking about this all day. Ever since I woke up to your hot body draped over me this morning,” I tell her.
“Tristan,” she moans my name in the most beautiful way, “I’m close. I’m so… so…”
I thrust once more and she comes with a gasp, clenching around me as she soars through her climax. Feeling her squeeze tight triggers my release and I drive myself in deep, my body trembling from the power of my climax.
I lose track of time and place, and when my orgasm has passed, I collapse onto Kaylee. Not wanting to crush her, I roll to the side, slipping out of her. I roll over and walk to the bathroom, making quick work of getting rid of the condom before returning to bed.
I turn off the lamp on the nightstand, plunging us into near-total darkness. Kaylee curls into my side, her head resting on my chest and our legs tangled together.
She fits against me just right. After a moment, our breathing syncs up. Kaylee starts tracing random patterns on my chest with the tips of her fingers, while I absentmindedly stroke her back.
“Well,” I say, “this weekend ended up being a lot more fun than I expected.”
Kaylee laughs. “It’s certainly been full of surprises so far.”
She’s quiet for a moment, and when she speaks again, her voice is more serious. “You know, I’ve always been attracted to you. But I never would have made a move.”
I slide my fingers up and twirl them in her long hair. “I guess we got lucky the timing was right this weekend.” I don’t like the idea of missing out on this connection between us.
“We did,” she murmurs.
I think about the circumstances that brought us here, starting with the rooming situation and leading to fake dating to keep Mark from giving her a hard time. “What happened between you and Mark anyway? Why did you break up?”
Kaylee sighs. “Mark is… emotionally stunted. I know he’s capable of love because he’s very close to his mom and sister, and hedefinitelyloves his job. A little too much, really. He’s a workaholic. Maybe I could have dealt with the long days when he was working extra hours and the canceled dates because of some important issue if I knew he truly cared about me. If he everoncesaid he loved me.”
“He never said it? But weren’t you together for, like, two years?” I ask, surprised.
“Yep,” she says, popping the P. “I said it, but he never said it back. And he was so afraid of real commitment that he wouldn’t even discuss emotions. When I tried to talk about planning a real future together, he shut me down right away. He said he just wanted to focus on the present. Eventually, I had to admit to myself that I was wasting my time.”
“It seems like he hasn’t taken the breakup well.”
She lets out an adorable snorting sound. “No kidding. He showed more emotion when I ended the relationship than he did the whole time we were together. It wasn’t pretty. All of a sudden, my every flaw became a huge problem, a reason no one else would ever want to be with me. But none of them were toomuch forhimto handle, because he wasveryclear I should just keep dating him. Needless to say, I declined.”
“It sounds like you made the right call. Some men just aren’t built for relationships.”
She nods against me. “The worst part is, I always felt so uncertain with Mark. I never truly knew where I stood or where things were going.”
I tighten my arm around her. “You deserve someone better.”
