“See what you do to me?”
“Give it to me,” I order, my voice low as I tug on her hair.
She leans forward, holding up her fingers for me to taste.
I suck her fingers into my mouth, savoring her sweetness. I let her go, and she drops her hand to my thigh. “Come with me,” I pant, reeling her in closer. “My queen, my fucking goddess. Claim me. Take everything.”
She smiles, slipping her hand back between her legs. She sucks in a sharp little breath, and I know she’s just fingered herself. It’s so fucking hot.
“Get on my dick,” I say, pulling her forward by her hair. “Baby, I need to come. Don’t stop ‘til I come.”
She keeps one hand on her clit and the other wraps around my base, holding me in place as she sinks her mouth back on me. That moment of connection, her tongue pulsing along my shaft as she takes me deep, has me seeing stars. I grip her hair with both hands, watching every second of her swallowing me.
“I’m so fucking close. Tell me you’re close. Come with me. Please—Tess—come with me, baby—”
She moans around my dick, the sound making the sweetest vibrations that I feel all over my body. I watch the movement of her arm, her fingers rubbing hard over her clit. She’s claiming that friction she says she craves.
She pops off my dick, panting for air as she cries out. “Ohmygod—I’m right there—ah—”
I silence her cry, pulling her back onto me. I brace my shaft with one hand and guide her head with the other, arching up with my hips as I gag her, coming down her throat. I cry out, too, head tipping back as my hips shake. I feel like I’m bursting open, like everything that is me is leaving me through my dick. I’m giving it to her. She’s taking it. Both. Everything.
Her body rocks against mine as she rides out her own orgasm. We share a moment of connection as we release, two people becoming one. It’s unlike any orgasm I’ve ever had. I’m utterly spent, and yet I never want to stop. It’s fucking cosmic.
After a moment, I sink back against the cushions, my body humming, as my hands loosen in her hair. I lift her off me and she’s breathing deep through her nose, swallowing what I gave her. Her body is unsteady as she sinks down in a heap at my feet, her face resting on my inner thigh.
I let go of her hair, and it flops over my right knee. I pet her with smooth strokes. I feel like I just finished a game with three OTs. I’m light as a feather and heavy as stone. I don’t think I could stand right now if I tried.
Her hands slip around my calves as she holds onto me. She sits at my feet, entangled in my legs, saying nothing. We’re beyond words in this moment. I know she feels it too.
I gaze down at her, this rare beauty. Her makeup is smudged, and her freckled cheeks are flushed. I know if I taste her right now, she’ll taste like me.
Before either of us can speak, there’s a soft buzzing on the floor. Someone is calling.
She sits up as she looks around, her eyes still glassy.
“It’s your phone,” I say, too relaxed to move.
“My phone?”
“In my pocket.”
She digs in the pocket of my discarded jeans and takes out her little prepaid cellphone. Glancing up at me, she puts a finger to her lips, her meaning obvious.
I’m not here.
She puts the phone to her ear. “Hey, Rach, what’s up?” she says, her tone falsely bright. “Kinda late for a phone call. I—” She goes still, her gaze shooting up to me as her eyes go wide.
I sit forward, immediately on alert. Something’s wrong. I watch as her blissed-out smile falls, replaced with confusion, then horror.
She scrambles naked to her feet. “Ohmygod, what?”
35
“It’s just so degrading and humiliating and so patently false,” I cry, marching down the sand in my bare feet.
“I know,” Rachel says at my side.
The team got back super late last night from their away game, and I showed up at the Price house bright and early with coffees, dragging Rachel out for our morning beach walk. The guys were already all out to the gym.
“How are you so calm about this?” I say, turning to face her. “Rach, they posted photos of me with Jake, and they’re saying he’s cheating on you!”
“Because it doesn’t matter when we all know it’s not true,” she replies with an indifferent shrug.
When she called me the other night, I could hardly believe it. Then she sent the links. The headlines were like something out of a bad teen drama. “Trouble in Paradise?” “The Price of Betrayal.” “The Price of a Lie.”