Page 100 of Racking Up Penalties
“Does that feel good?” My voice is husky; I’m barely hanging on to control.
“Y-yes,” she stammers out, her breath hitching.
“Good,” I grunt as I bite down a little harder, eliciting a sharp gasp from her that tells me I’m hitting all the right spots.
Her hands claw at the edge of the counter, seeking purchase, as I thrust into her with a fervor that borders on desperation. This isn’t just about pleasure—it’s about marking, claiming, needing. She’s matching me move for move, her body responding to mine with an intensity that feels like it could burn us both to the ground.
It’s quick and it’s dirty, but it’s also raw and real—the kind of connection that can’t be faked or forced.
“Li-Liam…” She can’t finish whatever she’s trying to say because a moan cuts her off, her entire body tensing as she comes hard around me. The sight of her ecstasy, coupled with the exquisite feeling of her clenching tightness, pushes me over the edge.
I groan her name, a primal sound that fills the bathroom as I release inside her, not holding back knowing we don’t have the luxury of time.
Our breathing slows and our gazes remain locked in the mirror. I watch Tessa’s chest heave, her lips parted in the aftermath of passion.
I reach for the faucet, twisting it until water cascades over my fingers. The lukewarm stream feels grounding after the consuming heat of our passion. I soak a washcloth, wringing out the excess before turning to Tessa. She watches me with those hazel eyes that never miss a beat, even when clouded with post-orgasmic lust.
“Here,” I say gently, my voice a soft growl still roughened from earlier exertions. I press the cloth between her thighs, cleaning up the evidence of our reckless abandon. It’s an intimate act, one that has me swallowing down a fresh wave of desire. Tessa leans into my touch, a small sigh escaping her lips, and I’m hit by the realization of how much trust she places in me.
“Thanks,” she whispers, her voice barely above a breath.
“Anytime,” I murmur back, locking onto her gaze in the mirror. The corners of my mouth lift in a half smile, appreciating the secret we’re now sharing.
As I help her slide back into her leggings, the fabric stretching over her slender legs, I can’t help but feel a sense of possessiveness. It’s not just about the physical—though, damn, that’s undeniable—it’s deeper. The fact that she’ll walk around with a part of me lingering inside her stirs a primal satisfaction within my chest.
“Can you pull this down?” Tessa asks, lifting her arms so I can tug her baggy sweatshirt over her head. Her hair spills out, fanning over the sweatshirt like a fiery cascade. I smooth it down with my hands, taking a moment longer than necessary to let my fingers trail over her shoulders.
“Perfect,” I say, although no amount of clothes can dull the way she affects me.
“Are you okay?” Tessa’s question pulls me back, her concern genuine.
“More than okay,” I reply, capturing her chin gently with my fingers, tilting her face up to look at me. “You?”
“Always better after being with you.” Her words are simple but they punch through me. I kiss her forehead tenderly, a promise etched in the gesture.
“Let’s get back,” I suggest, though every fiber of me wants to pull her close again.
We step out of the bathroom together, shoulder to shoulder and Tessa grins up at me, her hand finding mine.
Everyone comes back right as we get downstairs.
“Everything alright?” Tristan asks, eyeing us with a mix of curiosity and amusement.
“Perfect,” I say, my arm instinctively reaching out to brush against Tessa’s.
Ethan looks between the two of us with a knowing smirk.
I heave another box labeled “Ethan” up the stairs, my muscles protesting with the effort. Tristan’s right behind me, his presence steady and reassuring as we navigate through the narrow hallway to Ethan’s new room.
“Over here?” Tristan asks, gesturing towards the corner by the window with his chin.
“Yeah, that’s perfect,” I reply, setting down the box with a soft thud.
We step back, surveying the room. A bed, a desk, and shelves slowly filling with Ethan’s stuff.
“Looks great, guys!” Tessa’s voice carries from the doorway, her eyes scanning the room with evident approval.
“Thanks, Tessa,” I say, feeling a rush of warmth at her praise. I catch her eye and she gives me a knowing smile.
