I kick off my shoes and, with my free hand, I undo my belt. “No one, but you’ve said it yourself. I’m a possessive fuck when it comes to you, and you just gave Colby the show of his lifetime.”
“Did I?” The question comes out with a syrupy sweet tone, and she smiles. “Oops.”
“Yeah, oops,” I grumble.
Pulling myself from the tight confines of my pants, I use my grip on her throat to spin Tessa around and push her back against the counter. She whimpers, biting her lip to keep quiet, but fuck, I want to hear it.
“Don’t be shy now, baby. Go ahead. Let it out.” I press myself up against her and rub my hand over her bare pussy. “No one can hear you but me.”
As I push a finger inside of her, she clenches around the digit and releases the sexiest moan I’ve ever heard. I press my lips against hers and pull her closer, forcing her mouth open so I can taste her. She kisses me back with the same enthusiasm as always, except this time, it’s mixed with the beautiful sounds of her pleasure.
Just as she starts to relax a bit, I slip another finger inside. The slight resistance is enough for me to know she hasn’t had sex since the night we spent together a few months ago, and it’s frightening how much I love that. I press my thumb against her bundle of nerves as my fingers pump in and out of her. Judging by the way her pitch changes, I know she’s close.
“That’s it. Cum all over my fingers. Let me feel you.”
My grip on her neck tightens just enough, and that’s all she needs. She screams with her release, and I nearly explode myself as I feel her clench around my fingers and her warm juices drip down my hand. I help her through it, practically holding her up as her knees quiver.
When she’s done, I pull my fingers out and suck them into my mouth. The taste of her is everything I remember, and achingly addictive. She watches me through hooded eyes.
“You taste so fucking good,” I tell her, moving my hand from her neck to her hair. “Now, be a good girl and get on your knees. It’s time for you to learn what I taste like.”
18
TESSA
I wake up in a good mood for a change, despite the fact that after Friday night, Asher went right back to his only kissing allowed shenanigans. We spent the whole weekend together, and somehow, I managed to sleep a little better. Don’t get me wrong, the nightmares still come—they’re just a little weaker than usual. It’s like Asher was able to replace their touch with his own, and fuck do I want more of that. I need more of that.
Pulling into a parking spot, I’m more than ready to go inside and spend the next hour and a half staring at my man. Well, okay. So, he’s not exactly my man, but we make out and spend more of our time with each other than anyone else. Honestly, I think that’s the most either one of us can handle right now. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to see the way his ex fucked him up, and Lord knows I have enough of my own issues.
I’m walking around to the front of the school when I see two people I never expected to be here. I’m shocked, but I can’t help the smile that comes to my face. The second they see me, they smirk. Both of them are looking like straight sex on legs. Let’s just say there was a reason I skipped so much school last year.
“What are you guys doing here?”
Zayn is the first to open his arms and I go willingly, laughing as he spins me around.
“Well, he wanted to see you.” Z nods his head toward Easton. “And how was I supposed to turn down a chance to see my favorite girl?”
I look over at my ex, who drops his head and smiles at the ground. There is a faint tension in the air, being as we haven’t seen each other since we broke up in August, but he’s still Easton. Maybe not my Easton, but he’s still the guy who helped me through a terrible time in my life.
“So, are you going to just stand there or hug me?”
He rolls his eyes playfully. “Get over here.”
As he embraces me the same way he always has, I rest my head against his chest and breathe in his cologne. I wouldn’t say I’ve missed him, but seeing him again also isn’t the worst thing in the world. Pulling away, I run my fingers through my hair and he does the same—a nervous habit we both possess.
“What are you doing back in North Haven? Shouldn’t you be at UCLA?”
Zayn snorts and Easton nudges him. “It’s a lot to explain. Do you think maybe we can go somewhere and talk?”
I don’t even have to consider the question to know the answer. Spending first period with Asher is the best part of my day, and I’m not about to pass that up. Instead, I give Easton a sad smile.
“Sorry, I can’t,” I tell him as I walk backward toward the school.
He arches one eyebrow. “Since when does Tessa Callahan refuse to skip class?”
I shrug with a smirk. “Since I don’t want to be stuck here, again.”
With that, I blow them both a kiss and walk into the school, no part of me wondering what my ex has to say. The only thing on my mind is getting to first period.