She tried to wriggle out of my grasp, but I held her firm. “What are you doing up so early anyway?”
“I could ask you the same thing. What time did you get up?”
“I don’t know. About an hour ago maybe? Jonas left early too. He’s got a hot date.”
“Oh, so we’ve got the house to ourselves?” I raised my eyebrows, as my fingers moved under the hem of her hoodie. “I could make it up to you for breaking your phone on an important day…”
“Don’t think…” Saff started to speak, but I silenced her with a kiss. My lips met hers, my tongue darting between them as she shifted and moulded her body to mine. I slid the hoodie up and over her head, exposing the strappy vest and lacy knickers she wore to sleep in. Her nipples hardened against the sudden change in temperature. They weren’t the only thing. I dropped the sweatshirt onto the floor, and bent my head, turning my attention to her buds and taking the left one into my mouth through the thin material of her top. My right hand slid to her right breast, cupping it and worrying the nipple with my fingers. Her hands fisted in my hair and I heard her sigh as I continued. I dropped my hand and gently began to stroke her through her panties, until she arched her back and pressed herself toward me as I intensified the pressure.
“Oh God, please don’t stop,” she whimpered. “That feels so…oh…”
Intent on keeping her hanging and wanting more, I drew back and pulled her knickers down her legs. My erection was pressing against the front of the checked pyjama bottoms I wore and I was desperate to be inside her. I’d never felt like this about anyone before. Saff got me hotter and more worked up than I’d ever known. I wanted her so much it almost hurt. I pushed the chair away and lifted her onto the table, spreading her legs wide before stepping into the space between them. As if sensing my need, Saff tugged at the pyjama pants until they pooled at my ankles, her hand snaking its way around my cock. Dipping my head, I buried my face in the hollow of her shoulder, inhaling her familiar scent, gently breathing a line of kisses along her jaw, trying to concentrate as her grip moved up and down my shaft. Just as I thought I was about to lose it, she drew back and hooked the hem of her vest up and drew it over her head, revealing her creamy skin. My gaze appraised her naked body as my cock twitched. She wriggled to the edge of the table and leaned back, bracing her arms against the surface. Her breasts jutted out toward me and I was torn between tormenting her with my tongue again or relieving my own need. The latter won out and I guided my cock towards her, feeling how wet she was. With one delicious thrust, I sighed. It was certainly one of the better ways to start the day.
3
Saff
Fucking Tris on the kitchen table wasn’t how I envisaged the start of launch day. It was one hell of a way to celebrate one of the most important events in my life. Catching my breath as the orgasm rippled to a fade, I clutched him to me.
God, I loved him.
I knew I ought to be honest with him about the messages and how they were affecting me, but it was difficult. His reaction would probably be to find Carl and beat seven shades of shit out of him. I couldn’t bear for him to get into any trouble over me. The fact he was even still around after everything was enough.
“Christ, Saff, I don’t think I will be able to look you in the eye the next time we eat at this table.” Tris laughed, rubbing a hand over his jaw as he bent down to pull his pyjama pants up.
“Well, if you’re hungry…” I spread my legs wide again, seductively sucking on my index finger before bringing it down to my clit. He grabbed my wrist before I could make contact.
“You’re a fucking tease, Saff. Stop that.”
The sparkle in his eye made me believe he wasn’t serious, and when his hand guided mine to where I had indicated, I knew he wasn’t. His gaze met mine, totally focused as he moved my finger in slow circles. Having him control the speed, the motions, but inherently knowing I was doing it all myself made me horny all over again. As he made me increase the pressure, his lips crashed down on mine, the intensity in his kiss all consuming, almost punishing. The ferocity of the kiss combined with the sensations coming from my already sensitive clit made me tremble with unbridled pleasure. I was climbing to a peak all over again and Tris was taking me closer and closer to the edge with each deliberate movement. I wasn’t prepared when the second orgasm hit, quivering violently as I gasped out his name. He released my wrist and I slumped back on the table, the cool wood surface soothing my overheated skin.
“If only you could see how gorgeous you look right now.” Tris was breathing almost as heavily as I was. “What a picture it would make.”
At the sound of his suggestion, I bolted upright, searching for my clothes to cover my nakedness. “I don’t need anyone taking any photographs of me,” I snapped.
He picked up my phone, pretending to take snaps as I scrambled back into my knickers and pulled the hoodie back over my head. I swiped it from his grasp, placing it in a pocket out of his reach. “Stop.”
Tris quirked an eyebrow at me. “That’s not normally what you say.”
“I’m not kidding, Tris; don’t take pictures of me naked. You never know where they might end up.” As I spoke, I knew I wasn’t talking about not-safe-for-work nude shots, I was talking about the ones Carl said he had of me taking heroin.
“I’m not stupid, Saff. I would never do it to you.” He pulled me into his arms and kissed the top of my head, but I was rigid in his embrace, unable to relax. “Now, I should shower and get to work. Uncle Col will kill me if I’m late again. Want to join me?”
Tempted as I was, I shoved him off. I needed to prepare for tonight.
“You’re pretty edgy. What’s up?”
Rosie and I had stopped for lunch and a drink in Harvey Nichols. Shopping bags were clustered around the foot of the table, more for her than me as usual. Sometimes I didn’t think she needed a reason to buy a new handbag or pair of shoes. We’d been looking for a killer outfit for the launch party. Rosie had vetoed everything I already owned, telling me it was a special, once-in-a-lifetime occasion and I needed something to remember it by.
The most important bag of mine contained a brand new mobile, which I was itching to get set up. I’d contemplated changing my number. However, the explanation for why I’d done so would be more trouble than it was worth. The truth about the cracked screen was much easier.
“I’m nervous about tonight.” The lie slipped out easily. If I was being honest with myself, it wasn’t even a complete lie. I was worried about the launch, but even more worried Carl would turn up and ruin everything. Even Rosie didn’t know exactly what had happened. We’d told her I’d had a reaction to drinking too much and mixing it with more weed than I’d usually smoke. Thankfully, she believed us and hadn’t asked too many awkward questions.
“Why? You know the music is good. Everything I’ve seen online about it only talks about it in glowing terms.”
I tried to think of an analogy she could understand. “Imagine you’ve had a bad shoot. The photographer tells you all the images are amazing, but you know you were on your period and had the biggest spot in history, plus you hadn’t waxed properly. You don’t believe they can be telling the truth because you felt like shit during the whole thing.”
“Yeah, I’ve had those type of shoots.” Rosie sipped her gin and tonic. “The pictures still ended up being fabulous though, and so will you. Stop stressing.”
