Page 57 of The Triple Play

I kissed her again, needier this time, my desperation only growing with every second I held her to me, and from the way she kissed me back with just as much fire and energy, I knew I was screwed. She wasn’t just under my skin. She was burying herself in my fucking blood.

I didn’t want to waste another second.

My hand moved down the slope of her body, my fingers digging into the soft flesh of her rear before moving around to her hip, her thigh. My cock swelled against her stomach, and I didn’t care that she could absolutely feel it. We both knew exactly where this was going when I asked her to shower with me.

My mouth trailed down her throat again, nipping and sucking at the spot that made her body go a little limp and her mouth make those pretty noises. My hand dipped between her thighs, not touching her exactly where I knew she needed it but instead trailing along the seam, along the inside of her thighs, along her lips. Her nails dug in at the back of my neck, her other hand clutching my chest like she was worried she’d slip and fall if she wasn’t holding on for dear life.

Her hips moved, trying to find the friction I wasn’t quite giving her, but my fingers shifted before she could take it. “Are you trying to ruin me?” she laughed breathlessly, her head tipping back against the tile. “Because it certainly seems like it.”

I nipped at her earlobe and dragged my finger gently down through her soaked folds, giving her just a little bit more, but dodged her clit entirely. Her laugh warped into a whine, the sound of it making my cock ache with need. “Not trying, baby.Succeeding,” I rasped, pressing a kiss to the hollow of her cheek.

She shifted her hips again, catching my fingers on her clit before I could move, and I let her have that one. The whimpers she made were too cute to keep teasing her, even if it meant sacrificing the artificial build-up of need I loved seeing so much when I slept with someone.

But maybe I didn’t have to have that with her. Maybe theneedwas already there.

“Knees up on the bench,” I said, my voice low and a little strained as I peeled myself most of the way off her. I nodded toward the built-in tile bench that ran the length of the wall behind us, and she moved without hesitation, climbing up onto it with her front to the tile wall.

Christ, her ass. Herass. I wasn’t normally an ass-man, but that thing looked like it had been sculpted by Michaelangelo himself. I came up behind her, grasping it like it would somehow solve every problem in my life, my fingers digging in and dimpling the soft flesh. She was a little higher up now on the bench, her back arched and her rear jutting out into me, the perfect height for our hips to line up without me having to hold her up the whole time.

Which I’d have gladly done. But I wanted to be able to touch her.

I moved her damp hair out of the way and peppered her back and shoulders with nips and sucks and kisses, my chest tightening as she arched into it and went with the movement of my body. My hand slid down her front, my touch light as I ghosted the swell of her breasts, just barely skimming her nipples, then lower, across her stomach, and finally, without even teasing her, over her clit.

Her answering moan was like a match to kindling.

“Fuck, I need to be inside of you,” I murmured against her spine, my fingers moving in lazy circles over her clit. “Now.”

I pulled her back a little further, lining her up, and grasped myself in my free hand. The tip of my cock nudged against her slick entrance, the feel of that alone sending shockwaves down my spine, and I couldn’t have held myself back if I wanted to. But I didn’t want to.

She split open for me like it was the easiest goddamn thing in the world.

Tight, warm,soaked— every inch of her felt like bottled heaven, like sin, like a snake and a garden and the temptation of fruit. Her little whimpers only heightened it, and I sunk in slowly but surely until there was nowhere else for me to go, until my hips went flush with her rear.

God, I never wanted to leave.

It wasn’t pristine or filthy, it wasn’t rough or gentle — my hips began to move with measured thrusts, calculated drives of my hips to pull the most noises out of her, to see what made her clench and what made her hiss. I wanted to learn her fully, wanted to know what made her tick so I could do it again and again and again.

I wrapped her damp hair around my fist, pulling just enough to get her head to rest back on my shoulder, her chest pressed against the wall. “Xavi,” she moaned, and I nearly came on the spot.

I pushed down my answering chuckle as I watched her face flush a little, her eyelids fluttering and mascara flaking, her mouth parted.So fucking beautiful. “Can’t tell if you say my name more like a prayer or a curse,” I smirked, pressing a kiss to her temple as I kept my thrusts steady at the angle that seemed to do the most for her, my fingers pressing in a little harder with their ministrations between her thighs.

“Both.” Her voice broke into a moan, her brow furrowing, her walls tightening and muscles trembling. She was close. “Xav… I… Please don’t stop, please.”

Don’t stop.I didn’t want to stop. Didn’teverwant to stop, didn’t want to cage myself, didn’t want to hold myself back when she looked like this, when she felt so fucking good. I wanted to let every thought I knew I should hold back pour out from between my teeth, wanted to tell her anything and everything. “Don’t stop?” I teased, keeping myself steady, keeping every rhythm the same so I wouldn’t mess up her building release. “Annie,baby, I don’t ever want to stop. I want to bury myself in you over and over andoveruntil the only word you can say is my fucking name, just like that, with your pretty little moans and cries.”

She reached back, her fingers digging into my hip, her thighs shaking. I shifted my hold on her, keeping one hand between her thighs and moving my other to her cheek and jaw, holding her back against my shoulder as I struggled to keep my head on straight. I could feel my own release coiling low in my gut and spine, and I sucked in a deep breath, trying to hold off.

“Come for me, baby,” I rasped, nudging her cheek with my nose. “Let me hear you fall apart.”

Her breathing went unsteady, her eyes closing, and on a moan so high pitched that I briefly worried if I hurt her, she came around me. Her walls fluttered around my cock,milkingme, the pleasure of it blinding me so thoroughly that it sent me spiraling over the edge with her and drowned me in sensation.

I held her in the come-down, the water hitting my back, the tension in my body draining to nothing, my heart thudding against my chest, and I knew damn well that it wasn’t her who had fallen apart from that.

It was me.

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She looked like a goddamn dream sprawled out on my bed in Cole’s shirt and my pajama pants, her damp hair fanning out around her head, her heavy-lidded eyes tracking my movements as I looked for clothes for myself.

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