Page 112 of Hat Trick
“Wrists okay?” I ask, the words coming out muffled when she squeezes her legs against my cheeks.
“Yes. I just wish—” She stops talking, and I look up at her. When she doesn’t continue, I rub a slow circle over her clit until she cries out, arms twisting above her. “I wish I could touch you,” she finishes in a rush of a breath.
“You can’t have it all, Lexi. I’ll take the ropes off after you come.”
“That’s not fair.” She huffs. “I want to leave them onandtouch you.”
“And I want you to come on my tongue so I can taste you. Given our current position, I think I’m going to be the one who wins.”
Lexi moans again, and I take my time with her. I do everything she likes, including curling my fingers and burying my tongue inside her and almost passing out from how hard I am, all because I’m touching her.
“Riley. I think I’m going to come.” She yanks on the ropes and twists her hips, but I keep her pinned in place. “It’s too much. I-I can’t—” She gulps down a breath when the rope digs into her wrists, and a sob works its way up her throat. “Please.”
“Please what?” I ask, watching her for any signs of discomfort. Her eyes are squeezed shut. Her chest is flushed red and her nipples are hard, and her hair is halfway out of her ponytail. “Do you want me to stop?”
“No. It feels too good. It’s never?—”
“This is how it’s supposed to feel when someone is doing it right. As long as you’re myfriend, you’re not going to have to fake anything, Lexi.”
That earns me another squeeze of her thighs around my neck as she falls apart, a mess of shaking legs and whispered pleas. I coax her through it, tongue still on her clit while I slow my fingers inside her until she’s trembling on the sheets.
“Please,” she whispers again. “I want to get out.”
I’m off her in a second, moving up the bed as fast as I can. I release the knot so her hands fall away from the metal headboard. I tug the rope, breaking her wrists free, and pull her into my lap, cradling her close to my chest.
I kiss her forehead and the top of her head. I stroke her hair, blowing out a breath when she buries her face in my shirt. “You did so well, sweetheart.”
“That was—” Lexi sniffs and tilts her head back, gaze meeting mine. There’s mascara under her right eye, and I wipe it away with my thumb. “The most intense experience of my life.”
“Did I hurt you?” I carefully check her hands, kissing the inside of her wrists and the marks I find there. Blood pounds in my head, fearful she hated every minute of that until her lips turn up in a smile. “Talk to me, Lex.”
“No. No, you didn’t,” she says. The roar around me settles when her palms slip out of my grip, move up my chest, and drape around my shoulders. “I’m fine. I’m so much better than fine. That felt so…natural. I loved every minute of it. I have so much adrenaline, it feels like I could go run ten miles.”
“That’s the orgasm talking. Or you have way too much energy.” I put my finger under her chin, kissing her softly. Lexi melts into me, mouth opening and tongue brushing against mine. “Knowing you, both are possible.”
“What can I say? One quickie from your fingers, and I’m practically a superhero. Thanks, friend.”
“You really did do well. How are you feeling? Do you want some water?”
“Such hospitality.” She tosses me a cocky smirk and throws a leg on either side of my waist. It’s my turn to blow out an exhale when she slowly brings my shirt over my head, and I hold my breath until she pulls it off and tosses it aside. “I want you, Riley. More benefits. More fun.”
“Yeah. Yes. Yup. Let’s—” I lick my lips and grip her waist, fingers pressing into the curve of her ass. “There’s a condom in the drawer over there.”
Lexi leans to her right, stretching for the bedside table and almost knocking the lamp off in the process. My laugh turns to a cackle when she yanks on the drawer too hard, the whole piece flying out and landing on the floor in a wooden heap.
“You need new furniture,” she murmurs, plucking a condom from the box I impulsively bought after our first night together. Wishful thinking and all that bullshit. “I’m going to get a splinter.”
“I’ll buy something new tomorrow. Whatever color you want. Better yet, send me a link of one you like. I’ll overnight it.”
She grins and spins the foil packet between her fingers. “Do you want to try something new? A different position? How… how can I make this good for you?”
The pre-cum in my briefs would argue that everything we’ve done up to this point tonight has been fan-fucking-tastic, and she’s barely touched me. But I’m calm. I’m fucking easygoing, herfriendand newly appointed orgasm provider for the foreseeable future, and I’m not going to blow my cover by being a pathetic, yearning mess of a man who will have her any way I can get her.
“Maybe you on top again? If you liked it,” I add, and her smile softens. “Next time we can try something different. I’ll… I’ll fuck you.”
“I like being on top.” She kneels next to me and puts her hand on my left thigh. “Are you going to take your pants off? Or do you prefer?—”
“I’m going to take them off and leave my prosthetic on again. Was it okay last time? I know the socket isn’t?—”
