Page 88 of The Trade

“I know.”

“I’m so fucking into you,” I murmur, moving to her hips, pulling her closer. “Didn’t we agree you wouldn’t doubt that?”

“We did.”

“Do you need me to remind you?” I boost her up so that she’s sitting on the bathroom counter. “Because I’m more than willing to do so.”

“Here?” she whispers, dragging her bottom lip between her teeth.

“No time like the present,” I tell her, my hands moving up her thighs, stopping just at the hemline of her skirt. My voice is rougher than I’d intended, my own desire mirroring hers.

My focus narrows in on my girlfriend, her flushed face, her wide eyes, the way she’s looking at me like I’m the only thing that matters. The loud thumping of the music fades into the background, replaced by the quickening of my heartbeat.

She tenses under my touch. “Someone will hear us.”

“Not if you stay quiet.” I slip my hand under her skirt, rubbing my thumb in circles on the bare skin of her inner thigh.

“Oh,” she murmurs in response, eyes drifting shut. The sight is intoxicating, the pure vulnerability in that one sound, in the way she trusts me.

“I like this skirt on you,” I say, bunching up the thin material.

She laughs, and it’s a musical sound that sends a jolt of desire straight to my dick. “I’m sure you do.”

My hand slides up higher on her thigh, resting right at the edge of her damp panties. “Do you want this?”

As soon as I hear her whispered “yes,” I dip my fingers inside the lacy scrap of fabric. She’s already wet, and warm, and waiting for me. So, I plunge one finger inside her tight core, stroking in and out at a lazy speed.

She leans forward on the counter, whimpering as I pump into her. Her palm gently cups my erection through my jeans, and my cock swells, a jolt of pleasure clenching in my gut.

“Hop off the counter,” I say, voice husky and demanding.

I slip my finger out of her, grabbing her hips as she touches down onto the tile. My grasp on her body is rough as I flip her around to face the bathroom mirror, the front of her thighs pressing into the countertop.

“Bend over,” I rasp.

As she gets into the position I want, I hastily undo the button on my jeans and yank them down over my hips. I bunch up her skirt the rest of the way, sliding her panties aside. After slipping a condom out of my pocket, I free my straining erection from my boxers and slowly push inside her.

“Brace yourself on the counter, baby,” I demand, tangling my fingers into the hair at the nape of her neck.

She scrambles to grasp at the cold countertop, one hand gripping the edge while the other loops around the faucet. Once she’s stable, I pound into her. The movement of my hips is wild and uncontrolled, a barely restrained force of lust and desire for the girl who completely owns me—body, mind, and soul.

A muffled moan escapes from her lips. “Good girl,” I rasp. “Stay quiet.”

Her pussy is pulsing around me, sucking me tightly inside of her with each forceful thrust. There’s just something so fucking hot about the way she’s struggling to keep quiet, those tiny little whimpers escaping her as we fuck.

“Theo,” she squeaks out. “I’m going to—”

“Come for me, Jade,” I urge, sliding in and out of her at a frantic pace. She’s gasping now, her fingers slipping as she struggles to brace herself. It’s not long before she collapses onto the counter, her core fluttering and pulsing around my cock as she comes.

My own release follows closely behind. And God, it feels so fucking good to spill inside of her. Once I pull out, I pinch off the condom and toss it in the trash. Then I tuck myself back into my jeans and yank Jade’s skirt into place.

As soon as the haze of desire clears from my brain, I realize that I fucked up again. I was supposed to talk to her, confess to her, clear the air ... but instead, I fucked her in the bathroom at a party.

What the hell is wrong with me?

She’s staring into the mirror, breathing heavily as she runs her fingers through her hair. “That was ...really good.”

“It was,” I say, but the words feel awkward, stiff, a stark contrast to the raw intimacy we just shared. “Uh, maybe we should just head back to my place now.”

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