Page 68 of Triple Play
“Fuck. Yes, Jordie.Yes.” Her hips twitch and she fists my hair.
Damn she feels good—snug and tight on my fingers, and her pussy tastes so good. I could lick her all night.
Thirty seconds later, she’s bucking against my face and I have to physically hold her thighs open for me as she comes. I lick her a few more times, loving the sight of her flushed and wet and satisfied for me, her tight opening clenching.
I kiss back up her body. She’s boneless. Sated. Beautiful.
“Condom,” she breathes. “Please tell me you have a condom.”
Footsteps outside in the hall make us both freeze.
Heavy footsteps. Angry.
A knock. Sharp. Impatient. “Elise?”
Grant’s voice, and the sound of it sends ice through my veins. Her eyes go wide, panic flooding those hazel depths. She mouthsoh my godand I can feel her whole body tensing beneath me, every muscle coiled tight.
I roll off her as quietly as possible, grab my jeans and pull them on while she scrambles for her clothes. Shoving my very hard,veryunhappy dick back inside the confines of my jeans is a specific kind of torture I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy.
Another knock, harder this time. “Elise, you in there?”
“Yeah, just a second,” she calls out, and her voice only shakes a little. She’s pulling on her jeans with frantic movements, looking around for her shirt. She finds it, yanks it on, then looks at me with wide eyes that sayhide.
I point to her closet and she nods. I slip inside, pulling the door almost closed, leaving just enough crack to see through while I try to control my breathing.
She takes a breath. Smooths her hair. Opens the door maybe six inches, blocking the view into her room with her body.
“Hey.” Her voice is steadier now, carefully casual. “What’s up?”
“Have you seen Jordie?” Grant’s standing in her doorway, and even from here I can see the tension in his shoulders, the way his jaw is set. He sounds pissed. “He throws this party and now he’s fucking disappeared.”
“No, haven’t seen him.” The lie comes smoothly, believably. She’s leaning against the doorframe, casual as anything. “Why?”
“Because half the team is trashed downstairs, someone broke a lamp, and the guy who decided we needed a party is nowhere to be found.” There’s an edge to Grant’s voice that has nothing to do with broken lamps and everything to do with suspicion. “You sure you haven’t seen him?”
“I’ve been up here for like an hour, Grant. Needed to get away from the noise.” She crosses her arms, and I can see the defensive posture even from my hiding spot. “Did you check his room?”
“Yeah, it’s empty. No one’s seen him for a while.”
Elise just shrugs.
I wait to hear Grant’s footsteps retreat down the hall. When I’m sure he’s gone, I step out slowly, my heart still racing.
Elise looks at me, and something shifts in her expression. The fear bleeds away, replaced by something darker, hungrier.
Before I can say anything, she crosses to me and pulls my mouth down to hers. The kiss is desperate, urgent, her hands already sliding under my shirt.
“Elise—” I manage between kisses, but she’s not listening, pressing against me like she needs this, needs me, and I’m only human.
I walk her backward until she hits the wall, my hands finding her hips, her thighs, pulling her leg up around my waist. She makes this sound against my mouth that goes straight to my dick, and I’m hard again instantly, pressing against her in a way that makes us both groan.
“We can’t,” she breathes, but her hands are contradicting her words, one sliding down to palm me through my jeans. “Grant’s right downstairs.”
“Then be quiet,” I murmur against her neck, and she laughs breathlessly, the sound turning into a gasp when I grind against her.
We make out against that wall like teenagers, all hands and heat and building friction, until I’m so hard it’s painful and she’s making these small desperate sounds that are driving me insane.
Then she pulls back, and we’re both breathing like we’ve run a marathon. Her lips are swollen, her hair wrecked, and there’s unmistakable heat in her eyes.
