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“Ooh. The Trick has a jealous streak. Don’t worry, lover-boy, you’re the only visitor to my bedroom.” Her voice soothes like honey and spikes my adrenaline like a siren call at the same time.

“You’re in a mood.” I want to ask her if I can stay the night, but I need to be patient and wait to be invited. She’s flirting shamelessly, but I know letting her take the lead is the right way to do this.

“I am.” She pauses, and my dick twitches with hope. “What are the chances you can stay all night tonight?”

With the rush of blood buzzing in my ears, I manage to remain cool enough to answer her without stuttering. Which is fucking wild. She has me so far off my game that I hardly recognize myself. “The chances are so good you can bet the house,” I rasp.

She laughs. “I’ll be waiting.”

“I’ll be there in ten.” Maybe five. But I don’t want her to think I’m too anxious.

This time when I knock on her back door, Fifi isn’t the only one waiting in the kitchen when I walk in.

“If it isn’t Trick with the playful dick,” Ricci says, grinning. I wink at her.

Fifi smacks her arm. “Don’t be rude.”

Ricci laughs. “I was teasing. Don’t worry, I’m on my way out. Nina’s meeting me at the Hop & Grind for a few beers. Maybe I’ll see you in the morning.” She gives me a sly look and a pat on the arm as she passes me on her way out the still-open door.

I can almost see her tongue wagging in preparation to gossip her heart out. As soon as the door closes behind her, Fifi takes me by the arm to her room.

“I’m sorry. Don’t pay attention to her. She won’t gossip about us. I made her promise.” A worry line streaks her forehead.

“It’s okay. Who’s she going to tell? Other students? It’s not like she’s going to call your parents and rat you out.”

“No. Ricci’s no problem, but my roommate Darcy is home, upstairs in her room. I hope you don’t mind.”

“Not unless she has a key to your bedroom door.” I back her up to her bed as I kick her bedroom door closed behind us.

“No.” She laughs and bounces up, scooting around me. “But it would help if I locked the door.” She flips the lock and turns to me.

There’s something irresistibly sexy about a beautiful woman standing with her back against the door. As if I need more instigation, the sight stirs my animal instincts until my dick comes fully to life, standing straight and tall. Fifi, the star of my wet dreams for most of my misspent youth, is a special case, and without a conscious thought, I close in on her.

There’s more invitation than surprise in her eyes as we lock stares. When my body comes up against hers, I reflexively thrust my hips forward. My dick directs the action, and what it lacks in subtlety, it makes up for in pure passion.

Her arms come up around my neck, and her fingers spread through my hair as her plump breasts press against my chest, making my eyes almost roll back in my head with pure ecstasy.

“Trick, I think the time for waiting is done⁠—”

My mouth dries up, and I struggle to keep my dick from taking control and spilling everything right this second. “Are you sure?” I force the unstable words, desperate for her answer.

“I’m so sure, Trick. I want to know you this way, the most intimate way possible, and I don’t know why I’m fighting it. I trust you more than anyone.”

Her words sound crazy. “More than your family?” Shit. What am I asking? And why the fuck am I asking her this now?

“You’re asking me this now? I trust you as much as I trust them.” She touches her hand to my face. “I’m right to trust you. You’re proving that by asking me if I’m ready.”

I take her face in my hands, my mouth hovering a breath from hers. “Tell me you’re sure.” My whisper wavers between harsh and hopeful.

“I’m sure. I want you here and now. No more waiting.” She closes the space between our mouths, and I wrap my hand in her hair, cupping her head, trying to keep myself from ravaging her mindlessly, trying not to lose my shit as I taste her lips and tease her tongue.

Whatever intentions I have to make our first time more tender than wild slip away as my other hand slides down to hold her ass and pull her hard against my over-excited dick.

She moans and slides her hands down my chest and around my back. “Your mouth is so perfect. No one’s kiss has ever felt this good, this passionate.”

Her words make me dizzy as my blood rages, swelling my dick and leaving me nearly unconscious with want. I want to tell her not to say those things, but how can I when I need more, more words, more of her mouth, more of everything from her? I grind my dick against her with painful need.

“Fifi…” I have no idea what to say next as I kiss her jaw, then nibble on the delicate soft skin of her earlobe, taking in the scent of her as I breathe raggedly, as if I’ve been holding my breath until now. Maybe I have been. For years, I’ve wanted Fifi, and now I’m overwhelmed with having her. “I need to slow down.”