Mallory Echolls is my new favorite lay.
My lips bite down on her collarbone as my fingers dip into her underwear. I hear a muffled moan from the corner but I don’t dare look at Diana. I don’t want to think about her, only Mallory, and the wetness on my fingers as I explore the most private part of her beautiful body.
When my first finger slips into her she moans my name in a way that I will remember for the rest of my God damn life.
I have lost all rational thought. All self-preservation. All logic. This is going to ruin everything but I’m too greedy and horny to care. I push a second finger into her and slide my thumb over her clit. “This is too good to be true,” I whisper against her ear. “You’re too good to be true.”
Mallory responds by gripping my shoulder and lifting her hips, pushing into my hand. I rut my erection against my thigh, seeking any kind of contact I can. We kiss again, my mouth more urgent and demanding, whereas my hand is gentler but just as demanding somehow. My thumb keeps a steady rhythm of circles against her swollen clit. I have never wanted to taste a girl as badly as I want to taste Mallory right now. I want to yank those panties down, shove that dress up, and bury my tongue deep into her hot, wet heat. I want to worship her perfect cunt and let her come all over my face.
But the soft moans from the corner of the room make that impossible. Jesus, this is sexual purgatory. I’m caught between heaven, which would be having no audience and just being able to have my way with her, and hell, which would be not having Mallory at all. If purgatory is all I’m being offered, then I’m not turning it down for hell.
Her nails dig into the skin of my shoulder blades and she mews and cries my name. A whimper really. Her eyes are pinched close, her head tilted back, and I pump into her again and press my thumb into her clit, and growl in a voice I don't recognize. "Break apart for me, baby girl. And look at me when you do it. Look at me, I need you to see me. And watch when I suck you off my fingers afterward."
Her eyes fly open. So does her mouth. And a moan escapes as I curl my fingers inside her and rub that spongy spot… the one that so many men never bother to find. She goes rigid all over and then liquefies all at once. "Tate, oh God, you… I… yes…"
I watch her writhe and pant and whisper incoherent prayers and enjoy the feel of her body pulse and pull against my fingers. My cock jerks and shudders and I punch my hips against her thigh one more time and come. I come. In my underwear. Jesus Christ this woman just made me come like a middle schooler having a wet dream.
Mallory watches as my fingers slide out of her body. She follows my hand as it travels up to my lips and I open my mouth and suck her come off my fingers. She lets out a shaky breath and I savor the only taste I will ever have of her on my tongue and wonder how it will ever be enough.
And then I feel hands on my shoulders. Diana’s voice in my ear. “Boo. I wanted to taste, too.”
Diana’s undeniable presence is a cold bucket of water on this steamy dream we just lived. It hits me hard, and Mallory even harder judging by the way every muscle in her body tightens and she pulls away from me, scurrying off the bed like a scared kitten.
Mallory looks at Diana, blinks, and rushes into the bathroom. I turn and find Diana, her dress straps half down her shoulders, her breasts exposed, standing beside the bed. I roll off the bed and stand up. Diana cups the front of my underwear. “Ooh! What the… did you come? Was she touching you too? I couldn’t see. You guys didn’t give me a good angle.”
I slap her hand away, less forcefully than I want to, and turn away from her, racing to do up my pants. "Diana, stop."
“Stop what?” Diana whines. “I just want my turn.”
I ignore her and rush to the closed bathroom door. I lean against the frame. “Mal? Please don’t freak out. Please.”
The door flies open and she storms past me before I can stop her. She grabs her purse and shoes, which are by the foot of the bed and walks quickly to the door. No, not walks, jogs.Runs.
“Mallory! Wait!” Diana calls.
“No.” Mallory’s voice is hard and unfamiliar.
“Do not freak out, okay?” I say again calmly, which is absurd because my heart is bouncing around my chest like a prize fighter dodging punches and I feel so filled with panic I’m lightheaded. “This was fun. That’s all. No need to lose it.”
"I am aware that you…" Mallory pauses and for a heart-wrenching second, I think she might cry. "I know that this probably isn't the first time you've given a woman an orgasm in front of witnesses, but it's the first time I've done… anything like this and… I just… it's not who I am. I don't… I… I regret it."
“Don’t say that,” Diana whines.
“I didn’t… please don’t say you felt forced.” I think I might puke.
“No. I did it willingly and now I’m leaving willingly. Alone.” Mallory yanks the door to the hotel room open. “I don’t want to see… either of you again for a while.”
She disappears down the hall and I stand there, filled with nausea, watching the door slowly swoosh closed behind her. I cover my face with my hands before raking them into my hair. “Fuck.”
“She’ll get over it,” Diana promises.
But I know in my heart she won't. I know in my heart I've ruined my friendship with Mallory Echolls. And any faint, silly, far-off hope that one day, when and if I was ever ready, the friendship would turn to more.
Fuck.
Chapter1
Tate
