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Bellamy’s words interrupt my appreciative stare. “Are you sure you didn’t want to go with them?” With her thumb, she points to the door Mav just walked out of.

“I’m sure,” I say, tossing my bag on one of the queen beds in our room, trying my best not to ogle her.

She grabs the TV remote and heads toward her own bed. My cock hardens at the sight of her ass cheeks when she leans over, adjusting the sheets, and my t-shirt slides up just enough that I see she is, in fact, wearing a purple thong.

I bite my lip. Maybe Maverick was right; I don’t know if this is a good idea. Maybe that’s also why she had fear in her eyes when I said I’d stay back too. Maybe she’s sick of fighting this?

Heading into the bathroom, I change clothes and brush my teeth, and when I come back out, she has an excited look on her face.

It brings an immediate smile to mine, because it's rare for her to show me this side of herself anymore.

“Look what’s on!”

Before I even glance at television, I already know what it must be.

I turn and see the original Fast & Furious on cable TV.

“I mean, how perfect is that?” Bellamy asks, eyes bright.

“It’s meant to be,” I say, and then I reluctantly climb into my own bed, and we watch the movie that has provided me comfort for so long, one I shared with her.

I remember the first time we watched it, lying on the couch together when I held her through the storm. I’d give anything to be holding her right now. Skin to skin. Nothing between us. Not our parents or Tori, absolutely nothing stopping us.

A little bit later, Bellamy lets out a big yawn and says, “I don’t think I’m going to make it till O’Conner goes rogue.”

“But that’s your favorite part,” I say, turning my body toward her side of the room. Desperately wanting to hang on to every second of our alone time.

Other than the occasional movie night in the bonus room when Mav forces her to hang out with us, I haven’t seen her relaxed and sleepy like this in a long time.

“The sun did me in today,” she says as she adjusts the comforter. I see a glimpse of her bare leg.

That’s all it takes for my cock to remember what she looked like coming out of that bathroom in my shirt earlier.

She lets out another big yawn. “Night, Cash,” Bellamy whispers and turns slightly, facing the opposite side of the room.

“Goodnight, Bella.”

My mind is in torture mode. With a rock-hard dick and the only girl I want just feet away in nothing but my t-shirt, old memories play on repeat.

I watch a few more minutes of the movie, and then a vision of her from last Sunday wiggles its way to the forefront of my headspace. The pool party at her place. A thong bikini.

I felt a mixture of wanting to spank her ass for showing it off like that and wanting to lick the center of her army-green bikini bottoms, all the way up to her matching belly button ring, right there in front of everyone.

Fuck, I adjust myself in my gym shorts. Contemplating going to the bathroom to ease the ache, I glance over to Bellamy. Her breathing looks even, and she hasn’t moved since she turned over.

Slowly, I push my shorts down, freeing my cock. I give it one long stroke and let my mind go where it always wants to when I get off.

Long red hair, curious green eyes, a curvy, tight body.

Tonight, the fantasy’s even better, because she’s so close I can smell her vanilla and sandalwood without even having to try.

Bellamy

Oh my…fuck.

I’m almost positive Cash is jacking off right now.

At first, it just sounded like the rustle of the bed, but now, there’s no denying the sound of his hand moving up and down his cock. Up and down.

My nipples pebble, and even though I can’t see him, the image of him lying there, touching himself so close to me, is turning me on more than I’ve been in a very long time.

It feels filthy and sexy. I want to roll over and watch, but the fear of embarrassment on both our parts stops me.

Trying my hardest not to writhe under the sheets with need, I press my knuckle into my clit, relieving some of the ache. But that and the sharp intake of Cash’s breath beside me has me wanting more. So much more.

I picture him getting himself off with my drenched panties that summer. The hottest sexual experience of my life. Wonder what he would do if I gave him my panties now? They’re probably even wetter because of this torturous game he doesn’t even know I’m playing.

Quietly, I slip my hand into my panties and gently press two fingers into my clit, moving them in circles.

Fuck, I want to come so bad. More than that, I want to see him when he releases all over his stomach.

I block out the low volume of the TV and focus on the sound of skin on skin. His hand on his long, thick cock. I’ve wondered so many times if he gets off on the memories of our summer together, like I do.

Did he spit on his cock like he used to and get himself wet?

The thought has my body molten and tingling.

The more aroused I get, the less embarrassment seems to be a factor for me.

Fuck it. I decide to turn onto my back, but I don’t face him yet.

I hear him slow with caution, likely trying to figure out if I’m asleep or not.

Still keeping my eyes closed, I continue rubbing my clit. Wanting him to know what I’m doing, but I’m still not brave enough to face him.

Again, I hear a sharp intake of breath and, for the first time, a small groan escapes his lips, only egging me on.

Why is this so fucking hot?

There’s no doubt in my mind he can hear the wetness as I slide my fingers through my lips and back up to my swollen clit.

“Bellamy,” he moans, and finally, at the sound of my name on his lips, I give in, shifting my body to face him, but not taking my hand out of my panties. His chest rises and falls rapidly, and I know if I were closer, his brown eyes would appear black.

We stare at each other, the only light in the room coming from the TV. Both of us on the brink as we touch ourselves.

An idea forms in my head, and I can’t stop myself.

Slipping my panties down my legs, I toss them onto his chest. “Use them.”

He picks them up without hesitation. Knowing exactly what I want, he wraps them around his cock. Cash’s head immediately falls back against the pillow, and he lets out a loud moan.

“Fuck, Bella, you’re soaked. Have you been listening the whole time?

“Uh huh,” I pant, my back bowing off the bed at the gruffness of his voice.

“I bet that cunt is throbbing. Do your fingers feel good?”

I angle myself to where he can see my fingers diving into my pussy, both feet up on the bed, legs spread apart.

“Fucking hell, Bellamy,” he growls. “I’d give anything to slide into that pussy.”

“Let me see you,” I demand breathily.

Immediately, he throws the covers back and sits up on the side of the bed. I have a clear view of him between my legs, straight across. And his eyes are honed in on my wet cunt as he slides my drenched panties up and down his thick cock.

I know this isn’t right. He has a girlfriend, but I tell myself she’s a lying bitch, and I don’t give a fuck. He was mine first.

“Can I taste you?” I hear his desperation, and it has my body thrumming with urgency.

We never went that far, but fuck it. I want it too badly to say no.

“Yes,” I whimper, need throbbing through my whole body.

Before I can even blink, he’s sliding off his bed and dropping to his knees between my legs. I gasp as he moves my hand out of the way and wastes no time swirling his tongue all over my pussy.

“Shit, Cash,” I moan, a full-body shiver wracking through me.

I don’t think I’ve ever felt anything better in my entire life.

The slight bristle of his facial hair against my sensitive flesh ignites every nerve ending with pleasure.

I want him to mark me, to leave a reminder of who was between my legs tonight.

He groans in appreciation, and it has me grinding up into his face, my eyes rolling back.

This man loves his food, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen him devour something the way he is my pussy, and I am so close to coming it's insane.

“Bella, I’m going to come right here, just from how good this pussy tastes,” Cash moans as he lifts his eyes to mine, licking his lips before going back to devouring me whole.

I lean up on my elbows, wanting a better view of him. He must notice because he adjusts himself too. The sight of him stroking his cock while he eats me out has me coming undone in seconds.

“Cash, I’m about to come,” I whimper, muscles tensing all over as I fist the comforter at my sides.

“Fuck, Bellamy…” he groans into my pussy, and that’s when I look down in time to see white hot liquid spurting from his perfect cock all over the hotel floor.

And with that, I explode all over his tongue while crying out his name. Coming harder than I have in my entire life.

Unfortunately, reality crashes down on me just as hard once the high of my intense orgasm fades.

How did I go from contemplating whether to tell him I think his girlfriend is hooking up with her professor to throwing all my rules out the window and letting him eat my pussy?

Cash finds my discarded panties, helping slip them up my legs and over my hips.

When his eyes meet mine, a question he doesn’t say out loud swims in his brown gaze.

But he knows me well enough, just like I know him.

Neither of us is ready to face what tonight means.

So instead, he tucks me in and places a gentle kiss to the corner of my mouth. The gentleness makes my chest ache.

Deep down, I know there’s no going back from what just happened.

But where do we go from here? That’s the only thought I remember before sated sleep takes over with the TV playing in the background.

I was so blissed out, I didn’t even hear Mav come back to the room.

The one thing I do remember is Cash’s whispered words as I fell asleep.

Don’t regret this. Don’t regret me…again. Please.

But I’d never regret him.