Not that I’ve slept with a ton of people, but I haven’t slept with anyone who genuinely gave a shit about me.
The girl who lives next door, for one. Gold diggers, cleat and jersey chasers—a trio that have almost ruined more than one of my brother’s chances at love with their scheming.
Tess isn’t like that.
Fucking her doesn’t feel like fucking. It feels like something else entirely that I can’t quite name…
“I love watching your face,” I tell her. “You’re so beautiful, Tess.”
In reply she leans up and presses a kiss to my shoulder.
My neck.
My lips.
I kiss her as I fuck her, and the vibrator in her hand hums against the mattress.
She moves her arm, fitting it between our bodies, and I give it room. Lean back so she can place it on her pussy, all the while thrusting in and out of her.
“Can you feel that?” she wants to know as the pink thing buzzes faster.
“Sort of.” I don’t think vibrators have the same effect on a man as a woman, but now isn’t the time to tell her that.
Her nod is sexy.
Tess licks her lips; they’re pouty and wet, which is so fucking hot.
Oh shit…
Looking down at her while I pump into her is such a turn-on. If my dick weren’t already hard and buried inside her, I’d have the biggest hard-on for her.
Is there anything sexier than a pair of beautiful tits jiggling with the rhythm of thrusting?
Yeah, no.
There isn’t.
It doesn’t take long for us both to come—we do it at the same time, Tess loudly moaning and wriggling and making a ton of noise as her orgasm hits.
When I come, it’s so intense that at first no sound comes out of my throat; I bury my face in her neck. Groan. And groan.
Her hands are on my ass, fingers kneading my glutes causing goose bumps to cover my flesh.
I shiver.
So sexy….
CHAPTERTWENTY-SEVEN
Drew: Hey, uh—lol. I just wanted to shoot you a note and tell you I had a good time this past weekend. Sorry it took so long to text you.
Tess: Hi! I was wondering if I was going to hear from you. I didn’t want to assume…
Tess: How have you been?
Drew: Good. The same, you know how it is. Practice, training, studying, more practice…
Tess: But your season hasn’t started yet…