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Declan
Tess’s birthdayis tomorrow and I can’t figure out what to get her. If she were a regular girl, it’d be easy. I’d pop over to the mall and buy her something frivolous and shiny. She’d clap and squeal and that would be that.
But Tess is anything but regular.
Nothing about our situation is regular.
We’ve been doing… this for a month now. During the day, it’s business as usual. If we happen to see each other we keep it just this side of hostile. I’m a cocky dickbag and she tells me as much, every chance she gets.
At night I climb through her window. When I lay down beside her she turns into me. When I pull her into my arms she whispers my name. Lifts her mouth to meet mine when I kiss her. Buries her face in my neck and moans when I make her come.
Last night was no exception.
But this morning it almost went too far.
Mr. C’s alarm clock has become my alarm clock. As soon as I hear it, ringing in the next room, I’m awake. I listen to him roll off the couch, the thump of his feet against the floor. Laying so still I’m practically holding breath, I wait for him to knock.
“Come on, Tess—time to get up.” He says the same thing every morning, his words almost always accompanied by his knuckles wrapping against the door.
He never tries the doorknob. He just shuffles away without waiting for her to answer.
In the hallway, the bathroom door closes and a few minutes later, the shower starts.
My signal to leave.
Turning toward her, I press my lips to her temple before sliding my arm out from underneath her. When she feels me move, she murmurs something, tipping her face up to catch my mouth with hers.
When we do this, we do it my way. I’m in control. Always. It’s the only way I can do this. The only way I can keep myself from hurting her.
Total control.
But I let her kiss me. Open my mouth when she skims the seam of my lips with her tongue. Groan softly when she slips her leg over mine and straddles me.
I’ve jerked off more in the past month than I have in all my nineteen years combined. So much my dick is practically numb. The second I feel her pussy pressed against it, my already stiff cock begins to throb so hard my ears start to ring. Unchecked, Tess plants her hands on my chest and rocks her hips against me like I taught her, tilting them forward to drag her clit up the length of my shaft. She sucks in a breath at the contact, her fingers flex against the thick pad of muscle underneath them, her short, sharp nails biting into my skin.
“Tess…” In my head it sounded different, like a warning. Like I’m telling her no. When her name comes out of my mouth, pushed through clenched teeth and barely above a croak, it doesn’t sound like a warning. Doesn’t feel like no. It sounds and feels a hell of a lot like fuck yes.
Finding the hem of her tank I yank it up over her head so hard and fast I hear it rip, the force of it dislodging her hands from my pecs and she falls forward. Lifting my head, I catch one of her breasts in my mouth, sucking her nipple past my lips, nipping and licking it until it’s swollen and throbbing on my tongue. Until her hands are fisted in the pillow on either side of my head and I can feel her entire body start to hum and tremble with pent-up release. I can feel my own not far behind. The heavy tightening inside my balls. The heat of it spiraling up the length of my cock. I’m about thirty seconds away from coming all over myself.
Letting go of her breast, I lick my way into her mouth. Tangling my tongue with hers, each rhythmic stroke of it matching the pulse and grind of her hips against my throbbing cock.
Shifting my grip on her, I slip one of my thumbs past the elastic edge of her panties, pressing past her slick folds to circle and tease her clit, urging her to come with a deep-throated groan.
For a second I think she’s going to fight it so she can keep torturing me but then she’s coming. Breaking and shuddering against me, she moans long and low into my mouth.
Before I know what I’m doing, I’ve flipped us over and she’s underneath me. My pants are jerked down around my hips and my fingers are hooked around the waistband of her underwear, getting ready to tear them off.
And I freeze.
Screw my eyes shut against the sight of her beneath me. It doesn’t help. I could gouge out my goddamned eyes and I’d still see her. Flushed skin. Eyes heavy-lidded and glazed. Her long dark hair a wild tangle around her delicate face. Chest heaving like she can’t catch her breath. Swollen nipples, bright pink and wet from my mouth. The head of my bare cock pushing against her stomach.
“FUCK.”
I bark it so loud I’m sure her father heard me, even over the hissing drone of the shower.
Fuck.
Fuck.