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Dustin

I must be dreaming. Tina James did not just give me the okay to finger her sweet asshole. If I were sixteen-year-old me, I’d have already jizzed in my pants by now. Even adult me is struggling to keep it together.

Truth be told, I can get us out of this mattress taco with no problem. Fighting isn’t just a hobby. I compete and win. One queen-size mattress has got nothing on me. But I’m not stupid. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and I’m not about to ruin it by being a hero. Not until I make Tina finally admit, beyond a shadow of a doubt, what she wants. Me.

Earlier in the shower, I devised a three-part plan to give her a taste of what I had to deal with all those years ago, watching her with my best friend. Tease. Torture. Deny. I intended to make her suffer, but I hadn’t factored in my new competitor’s game.

Dropping my towel was strategic—show her the goods, hoping to get a reaction—and boy, did I get one. She stared with her pretty mouth open like she wanted my dick between her full lips.

Breaking the bed was unfortunate, but presented me with the opportunity to segue into step two. Offering to bang her ass was meant to torture, make her uncomfortable. I never in a million years thought she’d accept. The thought of going where no one has gone before makes me feel like fucking Neil Armstrong, stepping on the moon, or, in this case, fingering the moon . How do I know she’s an anal virgin? Please. Her initial reaction to my touch said it all. She isn’t uncomfortable now, though. If anything, she seems eager.

This brings us to the denial part of my scheme, and I don’t know if I’m strong enough to follow through. Her creamy thighs, pillowy tits, and soft belly are proving to be too much for my Neanderthal brain to think clearly.

Admitting failure number three, I devise a new plan. I’ll give myself an inch—just one knuckle. I’ll sample the heat between her cheeks before backing out. How hard could it be? My dick throbs painfully. Pretty fucking hard.

She’s like putty in my hands, so naturally lubed from both her perspiration and excitement my finger eases past the tight ring of nerves with little resistance. Oh, fucking hell, that’s good. She squeaks into my chest like the sweet little mouse she is. Her hot spongy walls suck me deeper, and my one-knuckle idea gets thrown out the window quicker than I can say anal. My dick? Yeah, it’s a lost cause. Weeping all over my pajamas like a little bitch because it’s being left out in the cold.

“You with me here, mouse?” I ask and chuckle at her garbled response. “Yeah, you are. You’re so hungry for it, aren’t you?” I move my finger in and out of her, applying more force. At this point, it’s hard to tell who’s soaking my pants more, her or me. “This is what happens when you wear your goodie-two-shoes twenty-four seven. When you finally give in, you become a needy slut.”

She stiffens and I wait for the verbal slap. Crave it, even. After a beat, she submits, going limp against me. Any other time, I’d pounce on the chance to take what she’s offering, but I don’t want Connor’s girl. The meek girl who never demanded. I want her—no, I need her—to want me so badly she begs for it instead of this… yielding.

I press her back into the mattress with my hips, halting her movements, and remove my finger, wiping it clean on her bare ass before fixing her shorts. Denying her and myself.

“Dusty…”

“Go to sleep, mouse.”

Dawn breaks and I’m hard as stone. Viagra has got nothing on spending the night this close to Tina. Without disturbing her, I snake my outside hand between us and slip it beneath the elastic of my sleep pants. My shoulder twinges at the awkward position, telling me there will be ice in my future. I begin stroking my cock from root to tip with a vice grip. Within seconds, my spine begins to tingle, and I know I’m close.

Is it a douchebag thing for me to get off while she’s unaware? Yeah, probably. Do I give two shits? Nah. What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her, but I can’t say the same for me if I don’t unload soon.

I close my eyes, picturing Tina on all fours on the ugly carpet, presenting her pretty asshole for me. God, what I wouldn’t give to come all over her little hole and watch it dribble into her pussy. The vivid image is all it takes for me to shoot my release. Fuck. A good portion of my cum arcs past the elastic band and lands on her shirt. My bad.

Moments later, she’s still asleep, occasionally moving her lips as she mumbles. The action presses her lips to my chest in these feather-light caresses—not quite kisses, but close enough to have me wishing things were different. I’m about to wake her and finish what we started last night when she whimpers the one name sure to douse any building desire.

“Connor…”

I grind my teeth so hard my jaw ticks. I’m tempted to break out of this trap, to hell with waiting. Anything’s better than having her call out his name while in my arms. When I was younger, I fought for scraps, came in last, and got hand-me-downs. Being on the sidelines when Connor was alive was bad enough, but to be benched for his ghost too? No, thanks.

Tina shifts and her eyelashes flutter, tickling my flesh as she wakes. A sigh leaves her lips. “What are we going to do?”

I’m about to confess I can free us when there’s a knock on the door and the cleaning service announces their arrival.