Page 31 of Trick Play
And then it hits me, a tsunami barreling into me, carrying me along in its wake, almost painful it’s so intense.
And Cal just fucks me through it, keeping it going, and I don’t know how much more I can handle before my body just breaks apart under his relentless fucking. When he slams into me and stays there, grinding into my hips, it’s almost a relief. His fingers dig into my ass, pulling me tight against him even as he pumps a few more times, wringing out the last of his own orgasm before slumping over me, holding himself up on one elbow, breathing like he just sprinted the length of a football field.
“Fuuuck,” he groans after a moment, raising his head to meet my eyes. “You’re gonna fucking kill me with this pussy,” he says, his fingers sliding over me and making me shudder as he grips the base of the condom and pulls out.
I let out a sharp burst of laughter. “I’m gonna kill you? What about you? God, I thought I might explode from the way you were drilling into me.”
He gives me a cocky smile before heading for the door. “You asked for it.”
Covering my face with my hands, I chuckle weakly. Because he’s right, I asked for it. “I didn’t say I was complaining,” I call out, not sure how far away he is.
I hear a faucet turn on and off again a moment later, and I sit up as he strolls back into the room, still half hard. He slides onto the bed, adjusting the pillows so he can lean back against the wall behind him. Resting his arm out to his side, he pats the bed next to him. “Come here. Let’s chill for a bit, and then we can go again.”
Standing, I let out an incredulous laugh and run my fingers through my hair. “I’m not sure my vagina can take getting battered like that twice in one night.”
“I’ll be gentle next time. Promise.”
I make a noncommittal hum, because the idea of next time is far too appealing considering this was supposed to be one and done. “Where’s the bathroom?”
He gestures at the door. “On the right. It’s open. You can’t miss it.”
Feeling strange walking around a stranger’s house in the nude, I pick up Cal’s shirt and slide it over my head. He chuckles, but his expression when I glance at him over my shoulder is anything but amused. Oh no, it’s the look of a man who’s hungry for seconds.
Their bathroom is surprisingly tidy. After seeing the frat house bathrooms, I formed a very low opinion of boys left to their own devices. Apparently my parents’ insistence on us cleaning our bathroom led me to believe that everyone learned that bathrooms shouldn’t be disgusting. But the guys of the frat shared no such background, I guess. At least not the guys Brent shared a bathroom with. Their sink always had stray globs of toothpaste all around it, splatter on the mirror, various body and grooming products overflowing the counters, a variety of hair types—stubble, pubes, etc—lying around on the floor. Musty towels. Puddles of unknown origin dotting the floor. (Were they water splashed out of the sink or shower? Or something else? No one ever seemed to know the answer to that question.) Don’t even get me started on the toilet area. Gag. Walking through it was a minefield best avoided if possible.
But the pedestal sink in this bathroom is clean and free of clutter. A wall-mounted toothbrush holder next to the mirror holds their toothbrushes, and I’m assuming the toothpaste and everything else is hidden in the medicine cabinet. The towels hang neatly on a towel bar. The shower curtain is closed, but a quick peak reveals a clean shower-tub combo with body wash and shampoo clustered neatly in a corner. Still, I approach the toilet with some trepidation. But there are no puddles, no invisible sticky nor yellow spots on the white tile floor.
Cal’s room might be cluttered, but at least he’s not a pig. And he may have some justification for his cockiness with women. And Imightfind it a little bit cute.
Ugh. I’m not supposed to actually like this guy. I don’t have time for that.
As I finish up in the bathroom, I stare at my reflection in the (spotless) mirror, and give myself a mental lecture. We had our fun. We lived up to our agreement with regard to our bet. Now it’s time for me to go home, go back to my life of studying and classes and homework, and finish reading the last article for my paper that I need to write. Depending on how long that takes me, I might even be able to get started on the first part of it, which means I’ll have less to do tomorrow.
With a firm nod, I take a deep breath, and pull open the door, only to practically jump out of my skin.
“Oh!” says the girl on the other side of the door, her eyes flying wide in shock as she takes a step back. “I’m sorry! I didn’t know anyone would be in here.”
My initial shock fading, I realize I recognize her. She was at the video game tournament. I rack my brain for her name. Dani’s friends with her, and I saw her roommate before leaving tonight. “Ellie, right?”
She smiles, her expression going from almost scared to warm and welcoming. “Right. And you’re Dani’s roommate. Piper.”
“That’s me.” Her eyes track over me, and suddenly I’mveeerrryconscious of the fact that all I’m wearing is Cal’s shirt. I cross my arms over my chest, not that it does anything to hide the fact that Cal and I obviously just had sex.
Ellie’s cheeks are pinker now. “Well, again, sorry. I needed to grab a book I left in Simon’s room, and I accidentally left my favorite lip gloss in the bathroom earlier, so I was going to just try to grab it too.”
“Ellie,” Cal’s voice rumbles, and he doesn’t sound happy.
She jumps and turns to face her brother. Because Jesus Christ, I just fucked her brother. My cheeks heat. How long has she been here? How much did she hear?
“Hey, Cal. Sorry. I needed my textbook.” She holds the book in question in the air and wiggles it back and forth. “I have a test tomorrow.”
Cal crosses his arms over his naked chest, but I notice he at least put on sweatpants. Good god, it’s not fair how sexy he looks in fuckingsweatpants. “You could’ve texted. We agreed that I got the house tonight.”
She lifts her chin. “I did. It’s not my fault you were too … ah … busy to see it. You’re usually glued to that thing. I’m surprised you didn’t check it as soon as you finished.” Her eyes cut to me, but just for a second. “Look, I’m sorry. I wasn’t trying to barge in. Like I said, I just needed my textbook, and I hoped to get my lip gloss.”
I step into the hallway and ease past her. Cal gives me an apologetic look, and I just offer him a quick smile as I slip through the door behind him and close the door as quietly as possible before collapsing against it. It’s bad enough bumping into your one-night-stand’s housemates. I really didn’t need to get into anything with his sister who’s also an acquaintance and lives on my floor.
Gathering myself and forcing away my embarrassment, I find my panties, bra, and dress—my stockings never came off—take off Cal’s shirt, and start getting dressed. After a few more annoyed-sounding exchanges between Cal and Ellie that I hear the tone more than the words, Cal opens the door and eases into the room. He takes one look at me and stills, then lets out a heavy sigh. “You want me to take you home?”
