Page 58 of Full Tilt
“Why the fuck can’t I get you out of my life?” Tommy eventually speaks.
It’s the first real show of vulnerability I’ve witnessed. There have been fleeting moments, where I saw softness or hurt in his eyes, but these are the first words he’s spoken outside of his usual hardened character.
“I think this might be the first thing we agree on,” I reply, just as Tommy makes his first stroke inside me. “I never want to see you again after this.”
He glides into me again, and goose bumps break out down my spine.
“At least not until the next time we fuck, Jenna.”
I shake my head, deep pressure already building inside me. “I hate it each time you enter me.”
Tommy’s hands come to the V-neck on the sweater I’m still wearing. In one motion, he tears the material clean apart.
I’d ask him what the hell I’m supposed to wear home if I cared enough.
His eyes fall to the lacy black bra I’m wearing, the dark color a complete contrast to my flushed skin. “We fuck because we’re the same person, you and I.”
That’s the craziest statement I’ve ever heard, and the sarcastic laugh that emanates from my chest reflects my thoughts.
“We are,” he continues, taking a single finger into his mouth and then offering it over to me.
Like the weak-willed woman I am, I open my mouth and swirl my tongue around it, tasting what it would be like to kiss him.
“You’re a wild child, Jenna Miller. You’ve also been through some shit—I can tell.”
He’s too close to me, in body and mind.
Pulling away, I brace my palms behind me and open my legs wider. “Just get on with it and fuck me, Tommy. I thought twenty-three-year-old boys were full of energy.”
“Twenty-four,” he corrects, leaning over me and running his tongue up my sternum, stopping when he reaches my pulse point.
He’s fucking me with such purpose, with languid strokes that have my pussy gripping him tight. How the guy hasn’t already blown inside me, I’ll never know.
“How did you celebrate your birthday?” I ask, fighting the urge to scream his name and give him the satisfaction.
The smile that tips up his lips is nothing short of devilish. “Like this—by fucking the girl I’ve been lusting after for longer than she deserves.”
Wrapping a strong arm around my back, Tommy pulls my body back into his and then proceeds to fuck me hard and fast, his skin glowing with a thin sheen of perspiration that’s hot as fuck.
“It’s your birthday today?”
“Not anymore, and stop talking, Jenna,” he demands. “I want you to come all over my cock, not ask me a thousand questions.”
I double down. “Happy belated birthday, asswipe.”
Tommy immediately grinds to a halt. “What did you call me?”
In a condescending manner, I reach up and cup the side of his cheek. I meant for it to be anything but intimate, but the way his eyes fall to my lips leaves me questioning, once again, if we’ll kiss.
“I’m not going to kiss you,” I say. “Don’t fucking panic.”
His attention hasn’t left my mouth.
He runs his thumb along my lower lip, pressing it into my teeth. While it doesn’t hurt, it’s definitely an action typical of Tommy.
“Do you kiss guys when you go home with them?” he asks, reverting back to fucking me at a slow, torturous pace.
“No. But sometimes, I’m left with no choice.”
