Setting the cup of coffee on the nightstand, I pull her in closer and rest my hands on her hips. Her
I got fucked
look has me hard underneath her, and I hope I can talk to her before she starts to rock her hips against me again.
“Mmm . . . morning wood suits you well.”
I laugh and press my fingers up her shirt but still keep my hands on her hips. If I move any higher, I’ll be a goner. Her breasts are so entirely boner worthy that I fucked them last night right after I ate her out. We got to know each other rather personally during the late hours of the night.
“You suit me well,” I respond.
She leans in to kiss me, but I stop her. Confusion crosses her face so I speak quickly. “Before I take your pussy again, I have a quick question for you.”
“What’s that?” She leans forward and kisses my chest right before flattening her tongue against my nipple and licking it.
Fuuuuuckk.
Concentrate.
“Funny thing, I heard you tell your roommate to put some clothes on.”
In between kisses to my chest, she says, “Ugh, yeah, he’s always walking around naked. I’ve seen his penis so many times it’s like second nature to me now.”
I grit my teeth, the tension in my jaw overpowering. She knows what his penis looks like?
“So, he’s gay, right?”
Her kisses halt, and she glances up at me.
“Who? Jonathan?” I nod, too angry to open my mouth. To my dismay she laughs and shakes her head. “Oh my God, no. Jonathan is the furthest thing from being gay. Probably the biggest manwhore I know.”
“And you see him naked, almost every day?” I feel like my teeth are about to turn into dust.
She pulls away a little more and asks, “What are you getting at?”
Knowing how we got into this situation last night, I choose my words wisely. “This man, does he see you naked?”
“Oh my God, Reese.” She stands up from the bed but I quickly catch her and pull her back down, trapping her with my naked body. “Get off me.”
“No.” I pin her hands above her head with one hand and force her to look at me. “I trust
you
, Paisley, but I don’t trust other men. You do realize you’re incredibly fucking hot, right? Like any man would fall to their knees if you gave them the time of day.”
“Not Jonathan. He’s like a brother to me. God, Reese, are you really jealous of him?”
“Hell yes, I am. Why wouldn’t I be? He walks around naked, and he apparently is a manwhore. Of course I’m jealous, and worried.”
Her face lightens from my confession. “And why would you be worried?”
Without skipping a beat, I say, “Because I don’t share, ever. If I’m going to be with you, Paisley, then I want all of you, not half.”
The tension in her body releases. “Does that go both ways?”
“Of course it goes both ways. Despite what the media says, I don’t fuck around, Paisley, especially on girls I really like.”
“Awe, you really like me?” she responds in a teasing tone.
“All right.” I shake my head and get off her, looking for my shorts.
“Oh, come on, you’re going to be all sensitive now. Can’t take a little ribbing?”
“No, I can.” I look for my shorts and then run my hand through my hair. “I just need to go tell your roommate who your man is, and maybe break his dick off so he doesn’t walk around naked anymore.” I head to her bedroom door, knowing full well I won’t be talking to Jonathan but wanting a reaction out of her.
“What? No,” she shouts a little too loud. Jonathan calls out from the living room.
“What, sweetheart?”
I will tell you right now. I don’t fucking like him calling her sweetheart.
“Oh my God, hide.”
I don’t move.
“Reese, hide.”
She tries pushing me but I don’t budge.
“What are you doing? Hide.”
“Paisley, did you call for me?” His voice is nearing and panic sets in her face so I decide to ease the fear in her eyes.
Just before the door opens, I duck into her closet, hiding from Jonathan. From the crack of the door, I can see his tall, muscular frame. He’s not as defined as me, but he’s definitely got a strong body on him.
You know those horrible movies where the best friends don’t realize they’re meant for each other so they date other people until they realize they are meant to be, leaving the poor chumps left behind? I refuse to let that be me.
“What’s going on in here?” Jonathan asks.
Paisley immediately bends down and grips her calf, wincing. “Charlie horse. These things are a real bitch.”
Jonathan is silent and I can see him looking around her room. I’m actually kind of nervous that he might find me, dong out, squatting in Paisley’s closet. Not the best first impression.
“What the hell did you do in here last night? Your room is never this messy.”
“Um, restless night. Bellini has me all kinds of crazy.”
“I can understand that.” He looks at his watch and winces. “Shit, I have to get going. Your leg okay?”
“Yeah, sorry about startling you.”
“Not a problem, sweetheart.” He leans forward and presses a kiss against her cheek before taking off, making my inner Hulk want to bust through this closet and tear him limb from limb. “Catch you later. We should go out to dinner before you leave for Omaha. I’m going to miss you.”
“Sure. Text me later.”
“See ya, Pay.”
Oh what a fucking cute-ass nickname. Fucker.
The minute the door shuts, I’m out of the closet and closing in on Paisley. I pin her up against her wall and hold her hips in place as I speak sternly to her. “I don’t fucking like him.”
She laughs, and the sound that normally makes me sweat with need, grates on my nerves. “You didn’t even meet him.”
“I didn’t need to. He called you sweetheart. That doesn’t settle well with me, Paisley.”
She cocks her head to the side, studying me. “Are you being serious right now?”
“Fuck yes, I’m being serious. I told you, I don’t share.”
“Well, you don’t have to worry about Jonathan. Our relationship is completely platonic.” She lifts her hand and strokes a stray curl floating over my forehead. “Why would I want anyone else, anyway? You’re too much man for me to handle.”
“That better be a good thing,” I growl into her ear.
She grips my cock and starts stroking me, making me hard as hell in seconds. “It’s an extremely good thing.”
**PAISLEY**
Reese King is jealous over me? How is that even possible?
World’s sexiest man, Olympic swimmer, and underwear model, jealous over me. Jealous over my relationship with Jonathan. Now that’s laughable.
Is Jonathan a ruggedly handsome man? Of course. And does he call me sweetheart and make me dinner? Naturally. And have I seen his penis almost every single day? Yes, but not by demand. But is there any kind of romantic vibe between us? None whatsoever. Not even the slightest inkling.
Back in college we might have had a fling, but we quickly worked out we were better as friends than being romantically involved. Ever since then, he’s been the best friend a girl could ask for.
“Do you see what you do to me, Paisley?”
Reese breathes heavily against me, his dick hard and ready. I’ve been with a few men in my time, but they are nothing compared to Reese, not even close.
This man makes me tingle from my toes to the top of my head with just his gruff voice. He sends shivers up and down my spine with one deep glance from his hazel eyes. He makes me throb uncontrollably with one single lick of his lips. Everything about him exudes sex and I get to call him mine . . . secretly.
I try not to think about that factor. I know what you’re thinking.
Paisley, relationships are never good when they’re built on a foundation of lies.
But this is different; there are no lies between Reese and me, just lies to the people who surround us. That’s not bad, right?
“I want to fuck you so hard against this wall,” he mumbles along my neck.
Nope, lies to people around us are completely fine, especially when I have this man mauling me against my wall, naked in all his glory, his length prodding against my leg, and his lips cascading down my body. I don’t see anything wrong with this situation.
“Then do it.”
A couple things I learned last night: Reese likes to talk dirty, which is a major turn on. He is also very demanding in the bedroom. He allows me some control, but when he’s about to snap, he takes over, driving himself so deep inside me I feel like I can’t get any fuller. He also likes to cuddle, like fully envelop me in his muscular arms kind of cuddle. I was barely able to extract myself from his steel-like arms this morning before Jonathan came barging through my door like he always does. And apparently, to my delight this morning, I found out he is insanely jealous.
I know, how animalistic and alpha of him. For some it can be a turn off and I get it. Some alpha men can be absolute control freaks that have the ability to turn into giant turd nuggets. But for some reason, I love the way Reese is possessive of me. It makes me feel wanted, cherished, a feeling I haven’t felt in a long time, thanks to my mommy and daddy problems. Got to love parents and their ability to give their children inferiority complexes.
In the midst of Reese taking my tank top off, exposing my breasts, he asks, “Are you really going to have dinner with Jonathan?”
His fingers find my piercing, sending a bolt of pleasure straight to my core. I can feel my arousal spike, and all I want to do is feel him inside me once again.
Not
have a conversation about Jonathan.
“Yeah, why?” I respond, puffing my chest out farther for him to touch.
I’m going to be honest. I’ve never been the type of girl to willingly thrust my breasts at a man, but Reese has magic fingers; it’s like he was born to play with my nipples, not swim laps in a pool.
“What if I don’t want you to?” He captures one of my nipples in his mouth, distracting me from his question.
Even though his mouth is working wonders, I’m able to register what he says, and shock alert, I don’t like it.
“Well then, too bad. You can’t tell me what to do, Reese.”
Lightly biting down on my nipple, he looks up at me, an evil glint in his eyes. “Is that right?”
“Yes,” I breathe heavily, not sure if I’m answering his question or if I’m encouraging him to keep doing what he’s doing. Either way, my answer works. “You might have amazing man muscles and a glorious cock, but you still can’t tell me what to do.”
“What if I asked you politely to have dinner with me instead?”
My heart hammers in my chest as I cup the back of his head. His eyes . . . the lust I see is intoxicating.
Stroking his hair, I say, “I would love to have dinner with you, Reese, but Jonathan wants to talk to me tonight about last night’s happenings. If I blow him off, he’s going to know something is up. Plus, you need to learn some control,” I add. “You’re kind of horny.”
“Kind of horny?” he asks, a grin spreading over his face. “Babe, I’m so fucking horny where you’re concerned there is no stopping it.”
“No one likes a horndog,” I say putting some lightness in our conversation.
“Is that right?” I can see him getting ready to test me. “So a horndog wouldn’t fall to the ground and give someone a blow job . . . let’s say . . . on their welcome mat?” He wiggles his eyebrows at me, letting me know he’s teasing.
“Oh my God.” Embarrassment lights up inside me as I playfully slap his chest. “You know that knee to the junk you were so nervous about? Well, it’s coming your way in about two seconds. Heed my warning.”
Blocking his crotch, he laughs and steps away, only putting a few inches between us. His eyes are pleading but playful as he speaks. “Haven’t you hurt me enough? Haven’t you emasculated me enough? Leave me with an ounce of pride.”
I cross my arms over my chest. “You’re ridiculous.”
“You love it.” He steps toward me again, nuzzling his lips into my neck, melting what little tension I felt. “So, dinner with me tonight?” he presses again, causing us both to laugh.
I sigh. “You know I would love to, but I have plans. Now accept them.”
Standing tall from his bent-over position, he presses me closer into the wall, his cock heavy against my stomach. His hands reach down between us and push off my shorts, making me just as naked as him.
“Fine, but I don’t fucking like it.”
“Yes, you’ve made that quite clear by the way you’re practically growling and pissing around me to mark your territory.”
“Can you blame me?” He nips at my skin with his lips, and his voice is heavy when he asks, “When can I see you again?”
“Omaha?”
He nods reluctantly. “If I have to wait that long, then I guess tomorrow night it is. But once you get to the hotel, you’re mine.”
Concern washes over me. “Tomorrow night you should be preparing for Trials. You don’t need me distracting you.”
His palms run up my sides and cup my breasts roughly, squeezing me hard. I want to moan out his name for everyone to hear. Seriously, he might not have the highest accomplishment in the pool, but in the bedroom, he’s the master at foreplay, and a gold medalist in fucking me senseless.
“Paisley, I think you’re failing to realize something.”
With my hand holding his dick, I rub the tip against my slick entrance, enticing him to move quicker. “What’s that?”
He groans against my ear, pushing his cock against my pussy, rubbing me in all the right ways.
“It’s well known that elite athletes have an extremely high sexual drive. Not only is our metabolism working at a faster rate, but so is our libido.”
“What are you saying?” I ask, spreading my legs and standing on my tippy-toes to slip his dick inside me.
He hisses out a breath from my hot, wet heat enveloping his tip. Releasing my breasts, he scoops me up by the butt and inserts himself fully inside while propping me against the wall, leaving my feet dangling in the air. His chest flexes under the strain and his biceps pop out like boulders.
Fuck, the man is strong.
With one thrust, he says, “I’m saying, I’m going to need to fuck you as often as I can. I will let tonight go, but after that, you’re in my bed, straddling my cock and squeezing me with your tight pussy. Got it?”