you.” Trevor’s voice was strained, and his eyes were wide, making him look as unwoven as I felt. He jerked his shirt over his head, then shed his jeans and kicked them aside.
“God, yes. Please.” I wasn’t in the mood for that kind of drawn-out teasing. His bare skin against mine was heat and ice, soothing my desire and stoking the flames.
He grasped my hips, spun us both, and nudged me onto the bed. He fell on top of me, hands on either side of my head.
“Condom,” I managed, hating the necessity.
Trevor gave a shaky laugh. “You’re going to kill me.”
Evan handed him a foil package.
Trevor fumbled, before extracting the rubber and rolling it on. He searched my face one last time, and then thrust inside me. I arched my back at the harsh penetration, almost coming again when he plunged deep.
Evan stood next to the bed, dick in his hand, stroking fast. I tilted my head to the side and licked the head. Trevor pushed my knees forward, slamming against my G-spot. I gripped the sheets in my fists, needing something to grab, to keep from drowning in the moment.
“Oh, God.” Evan increased his pace, and a stream of white—warm and sticky—spurted across my chest and face.
Trevor’s grunts became more punctuated. Staccato bursts of enjoyment. He dropped one of my legs and pressed his thumb to my clit. With him fingering me, I came again, grinding against his pelvis, riding out the torrent flooding me. My pussy spasmed and clenched around his cock.
He gasped and shuddered. I knew it was impossible even if he weren’t wearing a condom, but I swore I felt him spill inside me. He slowed, and then stopped.
Silence blanketed the room but didn’t mute the energy still buzzing in the air. Adrenaline still rushed through me, but my waning pleasure kissed away some of the excess. I wasn’t sure how we’d gone so quickly from playful teasing to frantic fucking. My mind wasn’t in the right place to puzzle it out, too happy to drift along on euphoric clouds.
No way would any con experience ever top this one. It didn’t matter what happened after tonight. I needed to believe that.
Chapter Nine
A barely-there noise scraped into my drifting consciousness and dragged me awake. Where was I? Something weighed on my hip. Evan’s arm. Right. I’d fallen asleep in their room. My gaze fell on the other bed. Blankets tossed aside. Sheets twisted. Pillows in disarray. Trevor hadn’t slept next to us. I don’t know if that made me sadder, or if it was the fact he wasn’t there now.
It was true I’d known them for less than a day, but Evan seemed to wear most of his feelings near the surface. Trevor was harder for me to read, though. I wasn’t sure why that gnawed at me. Why it mattered at all. Once the con was over, we’d all go back to real life, most likely never to stumble on each other again in this city packed full of people.
Knowing that didn’t silence my nagging curiosity. I disentangled myself from Evan, careful not to wake him, and swung my legs over the edge of the bed. It wasn’t hard to figure out where Trevor was. The only sources of light in the room came from under the door to the hallway and from the curtain leading out the balcony. Trevor stood outside, attention directed at the city, jeans hanging low on his hips and nothing covering his torso.
I scanned the room for my discarded clothing, and finally glimpsed a T-shirt the same color as mine. It draped halfway down my thighs when I pulled it on, and I looked down. Apparently, this was Trevor’s. Would he mind? Again, it was so difficult to tell with him. There were moments when we clicked and everything we did felt intimate—even swapping random movie quotes. Other times I swore he built a wall of ice between us. I didn’t want to take the shirt off. It was selfish, but being wrapped in something smelling so distinctly of him settled my rambling thoughts.
I stepped outside and closed the door behind me. He didn’t look back at the
“God, yes. Please.” I wasn’t in the mood for that kind of drawn-out teasing. His bare skin against mine was heat and ice, soothing my desire and stoking the flames.
He grasped my hips, spun us both, and nudged me onto the bed. He fell on top of me, hands on either side of my head.
“Condom,” I managed, hating the necessity.
Trevor gave a shaky laugh. “You’re going to kill me.”
Evan handed him a foil package.
Trevor fumbled, before extracting the rubber and rolling it on. He searched my face one last time, and then thrust inside me. I arched my back at the harsh penetration, almost coming again when he plunged deep.
Evan stood next to the bed, dick in his hand, stroking fast. I tilted my head to the side and licked the head. Trevor pushed my knees forward, slamming against my G-spot. I gripped the sheets in my fists, needing something to grab, to keep from drowning in the moment.
“Oh, God.” Evan increased his pace, and a stream of white—warm and sticky—spurted across my chest and face.
Trevor’s grunts became more punctuated. Staccato bursts of enjoyment. He dropped one of my legs and pressed his thumb to my clit. With him fingering me, I came again, grinding against his pelvis, riding out the torrent flooding me. My pussy spasmed and clenched around his cock.
He gasped and shuddered. I knew it was impossible even if he weren’t wearing a condom, but I swore I felt him spill inside me. He slowed, and then stopped.
Silence blanketed the room but didn’t mute the energy still buzzing in the air. Adrenaline still rushed through me, but my waning pleasure kissed away some of the excess. I wasn’t sure how we’d gone so quickly from playful teasing to frantic fucking. My mind wasn’t in the right place to puzzle it out, too happy to drift along on euphoric clouds.
No way would any con experience ever top this one. It didn’t matter what happened after tonight. I needed to believe that.
Chapter Nine
A barely-there noise scraped into my drifting consciousness and dragged me awake. Where was I? Something weighed on my hip. Evan’s arm. Right. I’d fallen asleep in their room. My gaze fell on the other bed. Blankets tossed aside. Sheets twisted. Pillows in disarray. Trevor hadn’t slept next to us. I don’t know if that made me sadder, or if it was the fact he wasn’t there now.
It was true I’d known them for less than a day, but Evan seemed to wear most of his feelings near the surface. Trevor was harder for me to read, though. I wasn’t sure why that gnawed at me. Why it mattered at all. Once the con was over, we’d all go back to real life, most likely never to stumble on each other again in this city packed full of people.
Knowing that didn’t silence my nagging curiosity. I disentangled myself from Evan, careful not to wake him, and swung my legs over the edge of the bed. It wasn’t hard to figure out where Trevor was. The only sources of light in the room came from under the door to the hallway and from the curtain leading out the balcony. Trevor stood outside, attention directed at the city, jeans hanging low on his hips and nothing covering his torso.
I scanned the room for my discarded clothing, and finally glimpsed a T-shirt the same color as mine. It draped halfway down my thighs when I pulled it on, and I looked down. Apparently, this was Trevor’s. Would he mind? Again, it was so difficult to tell with him. There were moments when we clicked and everything we did felt intimate—even swapping random movie quotes. Other times I swore he built a wall of ice between us. I didn’t want to take the shirt off. It was selfish, but being wrapped in something smelling so distinctly of him settled my rambling thoughts.
I stepped outside and closed the door behind me. He didn’t look back at the
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