Troy finds a new condom and then slams into me without preamble. I cry out, loving the feel of him inside me, stretching me, completing me. We keep our mouths fused together while he thrusts in and out as if he’s trying to bottle up every drop of pleasure. He tried to give me some control before, but now he’s 100 percent in charge. He grunts, then leans back to hoist my leg over his good shoulder. My hips rise off the couch, and in this new angle, he can get much deeper. I close my eyes, moaning like a cat in heat as he hits my G-spot.
“Open your eyes, Charlie,” he commands.
I look at his flushed face, at the veins bulging in his neck, and I can’t help but feel a little nudge in my heart. But the pressure inside keeps building, making it harder to think straight.
Good, I don’t need to overanalyze my crazy feelings right now.
When Troy presses his thumb over my clit, I surrender to the wave of pleasure that sends me tumbling into an ocean of oblivion.
“Damn it, babe. You feel too fucking good,” he says before he tosses his head back and shouts a string of curses.
He doesn’t slow down during his climax, almost as if he wants to stretch the moment for as long as possible. Another mini orgasm hits me then, not as intense as the first one but a surprise nonetheless. I’ve never climaxed twice during sex before.
Son of a bitch. How am I going to deny myself this much fun?
TROY
I collapse on top of Charlie, spent. In any other circumstance, I’d hit the sack to recover. But since we’re starting our ridiculous bet tomorrow, I have no intention of resting. A sex marathon tonight it is.
“Troy, you’re crushing me.”
“Oops, sorry.”
I get off her, standing up to get rid of the condom. When I return, Charlie is already sitting down and, to my disappointment, putting her sweater back on.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
“Getting dressed.”
“Wait. Do you think I’m done with you?”
She arches her eyebrows and makes an O with her mouth. “Are you serious? How about your shoulder?”
I rotate it backward, wincing as pain flares up. It’s not as bad as before, but I’m definitely not recovered. “It’s okay. Maybe I can take a bath to relax my muscles. Do you want to join?”
She wrinkles her nose. “Uh, no. I won’t be taking a bath until I buy new products. I don’t trust that Andreas didn’t leave us more surprises.”
“Nah, he wouldn’t prank me. But I think we should retaliate.”
Charlie perks up in her seat. “Really? You want to prank that bastard with me?”
The way her voice rises in excitement is cute as hell. If I’m not careful, I might fall for her.
“Damn straight. I told him I was done fighting with you, but he didn’t listen.”
Charlie taps her lips with her index finger as her eyes become unfocused. I’m witnessing firsthand her devious mind at work.
“I might have an idea, but I need to check with my sources first.”
“Wait. You’re not going to tell me?”
“Not yet. Let me find out first if it’s possible. I don’t want to disappoint you if it doesn’t work out.”
“He’s throwing a Halloween party at his place in two weeks. That would be the best time to prank his ass.”
“Really? You want to do it at his party?” She laughs. “That’s ruthless, Troy. And Jane said you weren’t mean.”
“Oh, she did, huh? What else did she say about me?” A grin tugs at the corners of my mouth.
The smile on Charlie’s face wilts a little, and her gaze seems troubled. The change is fleeting, making me wonder if I imagined it.
“She mentioned you helped her with her fear of heights.”
“Yeah, that was fun. We should do it sometime.” I put my boxer shorts on, then my jeans.
“What are you doing?” she asks.
“If I can’t ogle your hot bod, you can’t ogle mine.” I wink at her.
“Fine. I guess that’s fair.”
“Are you hungry? I could… eat.” My eyes linger on Charlie’s long legs as she pulls her panties up.
“Will you quit for a second?” She laughs. “I already know who’s going to cave first.”
“Ha-ha. We still have to establish the ground rules. And one of them is not parading naked in front of me.”
“Fine. But that goes both ways, which means no walking shirtless in the house.”
Damn it. I was totally banking on my six-pack to win me this bet. But it’s okay, I have other ways to make myself irresistible.
“All right. So, food?”
“Yeah. Should we order in?”
“I think we have to. Unless you can whip up a miracle dinner with whatever is in the fridge.”
“There’s nothing there. I didn’t have a chance to go grocery shopping.”
“We’ll go tomorrow.”
She chuckles. “Look at us, planning to hit the store together.”
“What? Roommates do that.” I smile, knowing very well that we’re way past being just roommates with benefits.
The crazy way my heart is beating now is proof of that.
23
CHARLIE
Can women get blue balls? I feel like that’s what I have. After the sex marathon of Saturday night, followed by the exact opposite on Sunday, I’m going through withdrawals. My pussy is in pain and missing Troy’s magical wand. He might have ruined me for other men, and at the same time turned me into a nymphomaniac.
I haven’t seen him this morning. He did say he had an early appointment with the team’s physio. To be honest, I’m glad I missed him. I’m not used to the idea yet that I’m dating Troy. The situation is too surreal. But I can’t keep obsessing about him. It’s Monday, and I have to focus on the myriad of projects and tasks I’ve lined up for this week. I’m glad I finished my last editing job. The last thing I need is to read about a fictional character’s sex life when I’m purposely denying myself the best sex I’ve ever had.
I spent an hour talking to Ben yesterday. He was still pretty sad about Bailey, just like me. But thankfully, his girlfriend was there to support him when I couldn’t. I still feel guilty as hell for ditching him last weekend. I have to make it up to him.
My first class on Monday is two hours of Italian, which to everyone else seems like a curse. It never bothered me until today. My concentration is shot no matter how hard I try to pay attention to Professor Mantuano. I should be thankful he didn’t give us a quiz today. But two hours later, I have a headache that could bring down an elephant. I would have taken painkillers when it started, but I had no water with me, and I’m not one of those people who can swallow pills dry. I’d probably end up throwing up.
As soon as the class is over, I make a beeline for the nearest cafeteria. I get distracted at the checkout line and hardly pay attention to the noise surrounding me. It’s not until the girl in front of me mentions the name Troy to her friend that my attention piques. I follow their line of sight and see that the ruckus was caused by the football team, who is taking up three tables in the middle of the room.