Page 43 of Falling Madly
Trevor
I’d almost given up hope on it ever happening. Almost. I’d imagined it so many times—first as something fun and playful, like laughing in relief when you woke up after a bad dream. I imagined finding Teresa with me, like she’d been that night by the pool, sharing that connection I’d never had with anyone else. It was too good to throw away, so of course, she’d come around.
But she hadn’t come around. The bad dream had continued, and I’d begun to doubt our connection. It must have been in my head since she’d been willing to throw it all away over a few words. I’d tried to explain myself, explain away my actions, and I’d made it so much worse.
Then she’d started dating Richard the Dick, closing the door on us. My explanations no longer mattered, even after I finally understood how badly I’d hurt her. To me, it was just another job. For Teresa, it was her ticket, an opportunity to break new ground and become part of the A-team. And, of course, win big.That one I hadn’t expected, but I had to admit it looked bad. When I’d cashed in my coins and seen the money in my account, I’d known what I had to do.
It wasn’t that I wanted to clear my conscience. I wanted Teresa happy. I needed to see her eyes shine with joy like they did tonight, a smile crinkling the corners, desire relaxing her eyelids, making them dip.
Part of me couldn’t believe it, and I might have held her a little too tight. A little too desperately. When she pulled away, I wanted to kick myself. I apologized, and her eyes softened. She kissed me again, melting against me like she meant it, and when I hugged her, she stayed, squeezing me back.
My heart ached. I didn’t even know it could do that, but in that moment the entire beating muscle sent signals of pain, and all I could do was hold on and hope she didn’t change her mind.
I tried to wipe my eyes, so she didn’t see the moisture gathered in the corners when I finally released her.
“Are you okay?” she asked.
I gave up on masking and smiled through tears. “This is a big moment for me.”
“Dang. I was just going to say, can we please not make a big deal out of this?”
“Too late.”
She looked at her feet, speaking quietly. “I guess it’s a big deal for me, too. I never thought I’d kiss you again.”
“And now that you have…?”
She looked up, a little surprised. “I’m not done.” She took my hand and pulled me down onto the makeshift bed. I sat down, leaning on the wall, and she straddled me. We were finally face-to-face, perfectly level.
“We can analyze it later, but right now, I’m feeling hurt and horny and confused, and you’ll just have to take me as I am. Ineed to feel loved and seen and okay. I need to feel like I have my shit together, even if I don’t. Like I’m good enough.”
I sensed the frantic energy behind her words. The picture they painted wasn’t what I wanted for her, or for us, but I was grateful that she was with me. “Whatever you need, Teresa.”
She crashed her mouth onto mine, rocking in my lap. Her tongue swept in, hungry and electric. I was painfully hard in seconds, my body switching gears to match her mood, even when my mind fought back, arguing that this was not right. She was upset, not thinking straight. But it felt so good I could hardly think at all.
She pulled away on a moan, moving over my cock. “Fuck me, Trevor. Make me forget everything.”
I almost asked her how she liked it, but I could feel her frustration. She’d danced for me. She’d thrown herself at me. She didn’t want to think or direct this. It was my turn. I laid her down on the sleeping bag and peeled up the jingling elf top until I saw a glimpse of her black, lacy bra. She was so smooth and perfect. I counted four little moles, like a constellation, surrounding her belly button. I kissed each one, drawing my tongue down to the edge of those striped leggings. She moaned again, raggedly, tilting her hips toward me.
With one swift movement, I yanked the leggings to her knees, discovering more black lace. I dragged my tongue over the silky fabric, and she shook. “You can just fuck me, Trevor,” she gasped. “You don’t have to?—”
“I want to. More than anything.”
I followed her lead, feeling my way through the maze of the body I hoped to never stop touching and learning. Every whimper and shiver I coaxed out of her took me one step closer to losing control. I wanted to drive into her with all I had, but now was not the time.
I kept my touch light, eventually pushing aside those soaked panties until my tongue was right on her bud, teasing with feathery kisses and light taps until she made a wailing sound, pushing for more contact. I sucked her clit, and she cried out, gripping my hair with her fingers, jerking against my lips. It was the most beautiful moment of my life. Transfixed, I watched her ride it out, waiting for those muscles to relax.
I’d never felt happier with myself, even if my balls were turning blue.
“Do you have a condom?” she rasped.
“No.” I stretched out next to her on the floor. “I thought I could just give you this… but I might have to do something. I’ll go to the bathroom.”
“Stay right there.” Her voice sleepy and warm, she reached for my cock.
“I didn’t mean?—”
“I did,” she replied.
