Page 136 of Hat Trick

“Fucking tease,” I murmur, and she wraps her legs around my middle.

“What are you going to do about it?” she challenges.

“You know exactly what I’m going to do about it.” I lift my chin. “The ropes are too far away, so I want you to hold on to the headboard.”

“Anything else you want me to do?”

“Yeah.” I yank her underwear to the side and touch her clit, smirking when she lifts her hips and moans. “Take every inch of my cock and say thank you when I make you come.”

“Condom?” Lexi asks, the second syllable cracking when I rub my thumb in a slow circle.

We’ve talked about not using one, and I know she’s comfortable with it, but up to this point, I’ve worn protection every time. I’m not sleeping with anyone else, and I know she’s not either. I’ve been afraid to remove that barrier out of fear she’ll think this is turning into something other than sex and bolt.

I’ve dreamed about fucking her raw, though. I think about it every time I’m inside her and all the places I’d finish and mark her; across her chest where I’d write my name and add my old hockey number, just because I can. In her pussy so I can see how pretty she is when she’s full of my cum. Along the curve of her ass so I can press my thumb into the tight hole she’s only teased me with.

Fuck.

I’d put it on my own forehead, spelling outLexi Armstrong is going to be the death of meso the entire world knows who is making me a useless, idiotic mess of a man.

“What do you want?” I ask, deferring to her.

“I-I…” She sinks her teeth into her bottom lip, deep in thought. “I want you to fuck me without one.”

Hell.

Forget using my cum.

I want those eight words tattooed across my chest. Branded on my skin, right above my heart, so I can remember my time of death.

“Okay.” I nod. My head is swimming. “We’re going to do a little rearranging.”

“What can I do?”

“Can you put a pillow under your hips? I’m going to, ah, keep my right foot on the bed and my leg bent so it doesn’t start to hurt. I don’t want… I’m afraid the lip of the socket is going to rub against your thighs, so if it does, will you?—”

“I’m going to be fine.” Lexi puts a pillow under her ass, cups my face with her hands, and I relax. “And if it doesn’t work, we’ll go back to what we know does work. I have no complaints about anything we’ve done so far, Riley. Five stars. A ten out of ten Yelp rating for your dick. I want to feel you, and I don’t care if that happens when you’re on top or I am.”

“Okay,” I say again. “I want you to keep your underwear on. You look so pretty in them, and I like knowing I’m going to make a mess of you.”

“Riley Mitchell.” Her hands fall from my cheeks and to her underwear, pulling it to the side and giving me access to what I’ve been dreaming about since I walked through her front door. Wet, pink. So fucking mine. “You are so far from the sweet boy I thought you were.”

“Five stars, remember? And don’t pretend like you want sweet.” I bend my knee and scoot closer to her. I drag the head of my cock against her entrance and she whines. I push inside, the feel of her without a barrier between us goddamn exquisite. “You want everything but sweet.”

“I wantyou,” she says, her whine turning into a moan when I sink the first half of my shaft inside her. “You, Riley.”

That unlocks some possessive, jealous part of my brain I’ve never tapped into before, and I dive headfirst into the feeling. I don’t wait for her to get used to the stretch before I pull out of her and thrust deep into her pussy, not stopping until I’m buried to the hilt.

It’s probably a good thing we’ve used a condom up to this point. Otherwise, I would’ve proposed to her. Asked to take her last name and found a way to keep her in bed with me every hour of every day just so I could fuck her until my body gave out. The sensation is better than anything I’ve ever experienced.

There’s a roar in my head when she drops her hand from the headboard so her nails can scratch my ass, urging me to fuck her deeper,harder, and I yield all my power to her. I’m unrelenting, every snap of my hips more aggressive than the last, and I wait for her to tell me it’s too much. I wait for her to tell me to stop, that she needs a break, but she doesn’t. Lexi squirms on the sheets, her chest heaving and eyes wide, gaze locked on me as she swallows down a gulp of air.

“What do you say?” I ask, and the right side of her mouth hitches up in a bold and beautiful smile.

“Thank you.” She moves the hand not holding her underwear from my ass to her breast, pinching her nipple then rolling it between her thumb and finger. “Thank you, Riley, for making me feel so fucking good.”

“You’re mine,” I say, and her face softens. There’s a flash of fear behind her eyes before she blinks it away and arches her back off the bed. “My friend. My favorite person.Mine,” I repeat.

“I’ve never been anyone’s,” she whispers, clenching around my cock. She closes her eyes and blows out an exhale. “But I think I am yours.”

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