Colby’s voice is still coming through, but I can’t hear a damn word he’s saying. Every ounce of my focus is on Tessa and what she’s doing right now. Before I have a second to question it, I unzip my pants and take my hard cock into my hand. She stares at me as I stroke it, and the way she licks her lips tells me exactly what she’s thinking.
Without saying a word, I end the phone call and toss the device, not caring where it lands. Tessa smirks as I stand up and walk toward her. She glances between my face and where I’m still jerking myself off.
“Is this what you want?”
She nods.
“How bad?”
Her throat bobs with a harsh swallow. “So fucking bad. It’s all I’ve wanted for weeks. My fingers aren’t enough. I need something more to fill me.”
By the time she finishes talking, I’m hovering over her. “Yeah? You want something thick inside of you? Something to clench around?”
“Yes. Fuck, yes.”
She reaches for my dick but just before she gets there, I grab her wrist to stop her. Looking deep in her eyes, I smirk and plant a quick kiss on her lips.
“Then buy a dildo.”
Her jaw drops and all her movements stop as she watches me walk away. I turn the lock as soon as I close my bedroom door. Suddenly, I’m in need of an ice-cold shower.
FRIDAY COMES QUICKER THAN I expected, and the plan is for Tessa, Colby, and I to all go to some new nightclub downtown. I’m not exactly a fan of Tess using her fake ID again, but when she argued that she was going with or without me, I didn’t have much choice but to agree. After that last frat party, the idea of her going anywhere without me there to protect her puts an uneasy feeling in my stomach.
Colby shows up at my place a little after eight. He’s dressed in jeans and a button down, looking like he’s ready to score. Knowing Colby as well as I do, I know that outfit and the cologne he’s wearing means he’s looking to go home with not just one girl on his arm, but two. It’s obnoxious how easily he manages to get what he wants.
“Let me just shower and get ready, and then we’ll go,” Tessa says, kissing me once before retreating to my room.
Colby whistles as he sits on the couch perpendicular to mine. “Look at you two, being all non-platonic. How’s that going for you? Did you fuck her, yet?”
“No, douchebag,” I take a swig of my beer, knowing I’m going to need it to deal with his ass. “And it’s not like she hasn’t been trying. I deserve a fucking medal for the shit I’ve resisted.”
“I’m not sure I’d go with a medal,” he says with a snort. “Certificate of Stupidity, ma
ybe, but not a medal.”
“Screw you. At least I’m not getting my dick nearly bit off.”
He rolls his eyes. “First of all, that was your fault, and second—”
His jaw drops and his pupils dilate as he stares behind me. I turn my head to find Tessa walking out of my bedroom stark fucking naked. Every inch of her flawless body is on full display for both me and Colby to gawk at. Her brown hair flows down her bare back, and her ass jiggles deliciously as she walks.
She goes across the living room, through the kitchen, and into the laundry room. When she comes back holding a towel in her hand, she simply smirks.
“Forgot a towel,” she says, without a hint of shame.
Colby is still sitting in shocked silence as she disappears back into my room. But me? I’ve never felt more fucking possessive.
“Colby,” I growl, and he doesn’t need any more than that.
“Yeah, nope. I got it.” He stands up and immediately heads for the elevator. “I’ll catch you later.”
The second he’s gone, I march through my room and into the bathroom, not even bothering to knock. Tessa’s gaze meets mine through the reflection in the mirror, a wicked glint sparkling in her eyes. I press myself against the back of her naked body and wrap my hand around the front of her throat.
“Look at you, practically begging for trouble.”
Her pupils are blown, telling me she likes it—my grasp on her neck, the deep tone of my voice. She’s so turned on, and fuck it, so am I. I’ve never met someone who drives me as crazy as she does. From the way she looks at me to her utterly fearless demeanor. It’s intoxicating, and I want nothing more than to get drunk on her.
“Who said there’s anything wrong with a little bit of trouble?” she counters.