Page 181 of Hat Trick
“I thought you wanted to give me three. I need it fast, baby. Please.”
Fuck my sanity.
She’s being sweet and cute. She’s lifting her arms above her head and twisting her body, showing off the swell of her tits and her stomach.
And something inside me snaps.
Mine, my brain roars.I love you, my heart yells, and I thrust into her without abandon. It’s hard,rough, the most uncoordinated I’ve ever been, but she asked for something, and I’ll be fucking damned if I can’t give it to her.
“Like that?” I grit out mid-thrust, and her answer is a resounding moan the whole hotel can probably hear. My hand flies out and closes around her throat. I put pressure on her windpipe, and her smile turns greedy. “Yeah. I thought so.”
My hips snap up and I fuck her exactly how she likes. The only part of my brain that’s thinking straight remembers I’m wearing my prosthetic, so I cup her ass cheek to protect her skin from the lip of my socket. I’m barely in control of my limbs, and her safety is the most important thing to me.
After making her come for a third time, of course.
Her tits bounce, and her mouth parts. She rides me, and now she’s close. She’s on the precipice again, and my growl makes her eyes fly open.
“Touch your clit,” I tell her, and she’s quick to put a finger on herself. “So you can come on my cock.”
“I’m so close. It’s… it’s right there.” Lexi shuts her eyes again. She arches her back and rubs her clit in quick, small circles. “Riley.”
Hearing her say my name does it for me. It’salwaysgoing to do it for me, and I hold her hips still while I fill her with my cum. She tightens around me and squeezes my cock as her orgasm hits her at the same time. A laugh rumbles out of me when I regain consciousness, and I groan.
“Not only did you come three times when you didn’t think you would,” I pant, trying to catch my breath. “But you also did the incredibly romantic, totally unbelievable thing and finished at the same time as me.”
“That was a coincidence. Total luck.” Lexi rolls her hips one more time for good measure, and, yup, I could probably get hard again. “It doesn’t mean anything.”
“Means something.” I yawn and scoop my hands under her ass so I can lift her up. My dick is sensitive. My heart is close to flatlining. My glasses are smudged. I need a bath and water and to sleep for ten hours with her wrapped around me, but all I do is arrange her next to me on the bed, brush her hair back, and tell her, “Don’t ever doubt my bedroom capabilities, Lexi.”
“I should tattooI’m getting the best dick of my life with a man I very much enjoyon my forehead so the world knows.”
I burst out laughing and she rolls over, her palm covering my mouth. “If you don’t want me to make noise, you need to stop being so goddamn cute.”
“I’m not cute.”
“Oh, you’re so fucking cute. And sexy.” I touch her waist and rub my thumb over the shell tattoo on her hip. “You rocked my fucking world like you always do. I hope my teammates heard us. It would give me a chance to make them jealous for a change.”
“Moment of honesty?”
“With you? Always.”
“Do you think getting into a physical relationship helped your recovery? I don’t mean that sex healed you, because that’s not realistic. Just that… I don’t know. I’m not sure how to word it.”
“I understand what you’re asking. Knowing you wanted to sleep with me was a big ego boost, and I was motivated to get stronger so I could be with you and not worry about being in pain or figuring out awkward positions. And, since we’re being honest, I’m not sure I would’ve trusted anyone to be my first after the accident except you.”
“Really?”
“This is the most vulnerable I’ve ever been physically and mentally, and, at the risk of sounding really fucking cheesy, it’s been empowering to… reclaim myself in the bedroom? If that makes sense. And it’s a relief to know if a part of my body stops working, if I’m in pain and need to take a breather, it’s not going to be the end of the world. I’m with someone who would be patient enough to wait until we can try again, and they wouldn’t be weirded out.”
“Never. I don’t… the sex is extra,” Lexi says, her voice softening. “I’d be okay without it if it meant having you around.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. There’s never going to be any pressure with me, Ri, to act a certain way in the bedroom. We could go a month without having sex, and I’d still be so damn happy.”
“My romantic ways are rubbing off on you, Armstrong.”
“Seems that way.” She rests her chin on my chest. “I’m glad I get to be here with you.”
