Page 113 of Trustfall

She nods her head, and I haul her up, so her back is flush against my front. I play with her nipples, twisting and pulling the left one before rubbing it back and forth with my thumb and forefinger. She immediately arches her back and whines.

“Oh my God, Luke. Keep doing that.”

I give her left nipple a few more light pinches and then move over to her right, rolling it with my fingers before tugging hard.

“Ahhhh,” she hisses. “Fuck, I think…”

“You think what?” I whisper in her ear as I continue twisting her aching nipples.

“I’m gonna come,” she screams.

I let go of her and push her face-down into the mattress, pounding into her like a madman. The pillow above her face muffles her screams, but I can still make them out. I snake my arm around and push on her belly just as she’s about to come. Her pussy clenches and pulses, and then a gush of liquid flows down my cock. Jesus, she just squirted all over me like when we fucked for the first time at Drake Falls. Between the sight in front of me and her aftershocks, all it takes is one more pump for me to empty myself deep inside her.

We both collapse into a heap of sweaty arms and legs, our breathing fast and ragged. I’m still inside her, but between my cum and hers, I’m starting to slip out. It takes me a couple of minutes, but I finally rip the band-aid off and pull out completely. I give her a kiss on the back of her head and go to the bathroom to grab a warm washcloth. When I come back out, I laugh at the fact that Emory has not moved an inch. She’s completely frozen, ass-up, probably not wanting to get my sheets dirty. I take a moment to appreciate our combined release seeping out of her and dripping down her leg. She wiggles her ass a little to spur me on, but fuck if that doesn’t just make me hard again.

“If you’re trying to get me to hurry up, it’s backfiring terribly.”

“Just clean me up, you perv,” she sasses.

“Fine,” I relent as I press the warm cloth between her legs. She winces and closes her eyes.

“Shit, are you sore?” I ask, now feeling a little bad about how rough I was.

“The best kind of sore,” she replies. “I did it again, didn’t I?”

“You sure did,” I say with a smirk, knowing exactly what she’s referring to.

She groans and grabs the blanket to hide herself.

“I don’t think so,” I say, pulling the blanket back. You don’t get to hide from me. It was hot as hell.”

Emory rolls her eyes as she sits back up. “It’s your fault! You pushed on me. Don’t think I didn’t realize you did it last time, too.”

“Not sure what you’re talking about,” I say, feigning ignorance.

She huffs again, but then her eyes turn mischievous. “Whatever, we have more important things to discuss. Like this mysterious new tattoo. I hope you didn’t think you could just fuck the memory of it out of me.”

I blow out a breath and grab Emory’s panties from the floor. That’s exactly what I thought. Why am I so nervous to show her? What if she hates it? What if she thinks I’m crazy? I mean, I am crazy, but she doesn’t need to know that. I put the panties on her and grab a shirt from my dresser, motioning for her to lift her arms so I can put it over her head. I put my own clothes back on before walking closer to her.

“Before I show you, I have to be honest with you about something.”

“Sure…” she says nervously.

I think for a minute about exactly how I want to word this. I don’t want to make her feel guilty, but she told me what she needed from me earlier, and I need to do the same.

“When you left me yesterday,” I start, sitting down on the bed next to her. “Shit, Emory, it hurt. I know I hurt you, and you had every right to leave me, but being left alone… that’s my hard limit. That’smyred.”

Her hazel eyes immediately fill with regret, and I hate being the cause of it. I won’t tell her why it’s my limit. How my dad left me alone that day. How being left behind has always been a fear in the back of my head. One day, I will. But not now. Not when everything is still so raw.

“I’m sorry, Luke. I didn’t know.”

“You couldn’t have known. I never told you. I know you needed space and time, but?—”

“I won’t do it again, baby,” she says, interrupting me. “If—when—I need space, I’ll go into a different room, but I won’t leave. I was left too. I get it. And I shouldn’t have compared you to him. That wasn’t fair. You’re not even on the same fucking planet.”

I smile, pulling her into me so I can play with her hair. “He’s gone…for good?” I realize we haven’t even talked about that yet.

“He won’t come back here,” she confirms. “He has too many enemies. And if he does…we’ll deal with it. Together.”

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