Page 113 of Hat Trick
“It was perfect. Take off your clothes, Riley,” Lexi says softly, and of course I fucking listen. I unbutton my jeans and untie my shoes. She helps me pull the denim over my prosthetic then works on my briefs, making quick work of the black underwear. When I’m naked in front of her, she wraps her hand around my cock and smiles. “Look at you. Getting me off turns you on, doesn’t it?”
“Yes, and—” I groan when she opens the condom and rolls it down my length. “We can’t spend too much time on foreplay. I want to fuck you, and if you jerk me off, I’m going to come in twenty seconds.”
“I bet we could make it eighteen,” she says, a challenge in her eyes. She straddles me again, hovering over the head of my cock and leaning forward so she can whisper in my ear. “But, fine. We’ll play your way. Fuck me, Riley. You know I like it rough.”
I touch her everywhere I can reach; her tits when I squeeze them together, her clit when she drops her head back and moans, her hips when she lowers herself on me, and a light smack on her ass when the first half of my cock sinks into her.
Fucking hell.
Her pussy is glorious. Absolutely divine when she rolls her hips and puts her hands on my chest, using me as leverage so she can get another inch deeper. I lift off the bed, snapping my hips to meet her halfway and thrusting into her as hard as I can.
It’s messy and sloppy. The bed shakes and rattles the window above us. Sweat rolls down our bodies. I hook my thumb in the corner of her mouth then press on her tongue, smiling when I drag her drool down her cheek. When I grab her throat, watching her to make sure I’m not being too unhinged with her—I’ve about lost my goddamn mind—her pussy squeezes my cock tight.
“Listen, sweetheart,” I pant, my nails digging into the swell of her ass. “I’m a selfless man. I want you to finish first. Always. But, um, watching you come undone with your hands bound together really did a number on me. Can we still be friends if I come before you? I promise it won’t happen again.”
“You areinfuriating.” Lexi kisses me and I move my hand to the back of her head, holding her there while I claw at the cusp of an orgasm. “Too goddamn nice and?—”
“Answer the fucking question,” I grit out. “Please,Lexi baby.”
“At the risk of sounding cliché”—she gasps when I spit on my thumb and rub a slow circle over her clit.—“I’m about to come too.”
“Race you there?” I ask, and when she giggles, arms above her head and hair spilling down her back, I lose it.
My entire body tenses, muscles spasming while I fill the condom with my release. My glasses fog up, and everything around me is a hazy blur of colors and sounds. Lexi collapses on top of me, her breath heavy and my name whispering out of her like a slurred incantation when I keep my fingers between her legs.
“I think”—She pauses to swallow, and I feel the bob of her throat against my cheek—“you’re the best friend I’ve ever had.”
An exhausted laugh rattles out of me. I’m pretty sure I’m seeing stars. Visions of her falling apart are playing on repeat in my head. “I aim to please.”
“You do it really fucking well.”
“I’m glad you think so. You’re a tough critic.” I yawn and drop my head against the pillows. “Did two orgasms impress you?”
“We’re getting there.”
We both wince when she lifts off my cock and flops on her stomach next to me. She drapes an arm over my stomach and I get rid of the used condom, feeling winded like I’m heading for the bench after being on the ice after a long shift.
“You gonna stay?” I ask, yawning again. “Or are you bolting?”
“I’ll stay for a minute. I need to pee. My legs hurt. So do my hands.”
I grab her hands and massage the inside of her wrists, thumbs gentle when I pass over the pink marks that haven’t faded. “Are you allergic to anything?”
“That’s a random question to ask after rearranging my insides. I figured you’d ask about birth control first.”
“Sorry. This is my first friends with benefits arrangement. I haven’t figured out the rules yet, and I want to make sure you don’t go into anaphylactic shock when you’re on top of me. Or while your hands are tied up.” I pinch her side and she lets out a squeak. “But yeah, that too. Are you on birth control?”
She pushes her hair out of her face and smiles up at me. “I am. And I’m allergic to bees.”
“Bees, got it. Won’t introduce any of those in the bedroom.”
“What about you? Any allergies I should be aware of, buddy?” she asks.
“No. My limb gets red and irritated from the gel liner it sits in sometimes, but I’m not allergic to anything. And if you don’t want to use a condom, we can go that route.”
“You’d be okay with that?”
“Yeah. But only if we’re exclusive. Sex ed and all of that.”
