“Two,” she breathes before stabbing a piece of meat and lifting her fork to her mouth.
I watch her lips as she slips the fork between them and can’t think about anything other than my cock replacing that fucking fork. Shifting in my seat, I clear my throat. “I’ll be there, all night.”
“All night?”
Nodding, I take a bite of my own chicken. “Yeah, all night. If you want me to stay in my truck, I will, but I’ll be there. Just in case.”
“Just in case…”
Smiling, I lift my gaze to meet hers. “Yeah, Tullie. Just in case you need me.”
I watch as she blinks, her lips parting in awe for a moment before she snaps them closed and nods. “Okay,” she exhales with a smile.
We don’t speak again. I’m content to watch her as she eats, happy to see her consuming food. I wasn’t fucking around when I said that I thought she was too skinny. I almost groan when she takes a piece of buttered garlic bread and devours it. Fucking beautiful. The bread and her. That’s the thing I miss the most about being in training, indulgence.
Once we’re finished eating, I throw the dishes in the sink. I’ll do them later, right now I have other things on my mind.
I told myself that I could send Tulip to work without taking her, without touching her, but I was a fucking liar. Turning away from the kitchen, I make my way toward my bedroom where I know she’s getting ready for tonight.
Standing in the entrance of the room, I watch her for a moment. Her back is to me as she shimmies a tiny pair of panties on. Her beautiful ass is bare and on display for me, along with her bare back.
Taking a step into the room, I take another, then another until my hips are pressed against her ass. Wrapping my hands around her hips, I close my eyes when her breath hitches.
“Louis?” she rasps.
“Need you,” I shamelessly admit.
TULIP
Need.
It’s such a simple word and yet the meaning, it’s gigantic.
One of Louis’ hands slides around my waist and I feel his warm fingers press against my belly. Closing my eyes, I lick my lips at the feel of his hard length beneath his jeans pushing against the crack of my ass.
My breath comes out in a ragged whoosh as the hand on my hip shifts and slides between my legs. I feel his fingers touch my clit and my thighs begin to shake.
“Louis,” I breathe, again.
Words completely escape me as I begin to feel what he does to my body, how he plays me expertly. The hand on my belly slowly moves up the center of my chest, then slides over to my breast and I whimper when he curls his fingers and grips me.
Louis’ mouth touches the side of my neck, his entire front is pressing against my back and I keep my eyes closed as he completely envelops me. My hips jerk as I try to move against his fingers.
Spreading my legs a little wider, I tip my hips and push back against him a little more. A smile plays on my lips when I hear him groan against my neck.
His fingers move faster, rubbing perfect firm circles against my clit and then, he does something that I’ve never experienced before. He stops, lifting his fingers from my body and gently slaps my clit.
My breath hitches and I let out a small yelp. “What,” I whisper. “What was that?”
He chuckles, then does it again before he goes back to rubbing circles against me. “More,” I softly demand on a moan.
He slaps me again, alternating between a few circles and a gentle tap of his fingers. It doesn’t take me long before my legs completely give out as I come on a long moan.
Louis’ grip tightens against my breast and his hand cups my center firmly so that I don’t fall to the floor in a heap. My entire body trembles, but I want more, so much more.
Louis guides me over toward his dresser, by way of carrying me with his hand still cradling my center. He literally picks me up by my pussy and sets me back down in front of his mirrored dresser.
“Hold on to the edge, baby,” he rasps as he releases me.
Lifting my gaze to my reflection, I can’t help but smile at the sight of me. Though my makeup and hair are more intense than I would normally ever wear it, my face is flushed beneath the mask and I look like I’m on my way to being well and truly fucked.
I. can’t. wait.
I’ve never done anything like this before. I’ve only ever had sex in a couple positions, missionary, doggy style, cowgirl, and lying on my side. And lying on my side was introduced by Louis.
Shifting my gaze to meet his reflection in the mirror, I watch as he strips out of his clothes and my fingers grip the edge of the dresser even harder. Licking my lips at the sight of his muscular chest behind me, I’m unable to keep the shiver from rolling up my spine.
I watch as he takes a step toward me once he’s completely undressed. His hands reach out and he tugs my hips back, tilting them and forcing my back to arch as my arms straighten.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Tulip,” he rasps as his cock aligns with my center.
My breath hitches as he begins to sink inside of me, burying himself to the root in one steady slow motion. One of his hands stays gripping my hip, the other slips between my legs and touches me. I hiss at the feel of his finger against my sensitive clit.
“I want to see everything, Tulip. I want to watch your body sway as I slide inside of you from behind, over and over again,” he murmurs. “So fucking beautiful,” he repeats.
My lips part as he begins to thrust in and out of me. I can feel my breasts sway with each down stroke of his cock inside of me, but I can’t glance down at them, his gaze has my eyes held hostage.
He sinks his teeth into his bottom lip, his fingers gripping my thigh tightly. At the same time his other hand is between my legs, those fingers, they play me just as they did moments ago, bringing me toward a second release.
“Louis,” I breathe. It’s the only word that I can utter right now. The only conscious thought that I have.
He grunts, his hips moving faster, his fingers also following suit. Pushing my hips back, I meet each one of his powerful thrusts with a grunt. My fingers grip the edge of the dresser as my body climbs higher and higher toward my climax.
“Fuck,” he curses.
Shaking my head, my eyes find his again and when he pinches my clit, I come completely undone. Every single part of me from the inside out trembles. I open my mouth and cry out as I come.
“Yes,” he growls. “Fuck, yes,” he chants as he continues to pump in and out of me until he finally buries himself deep inside, his beautiful muscles flexing before he stills, filling me with his release.
Unable to take my gaze from his, I watch as his body does a full rolling shiver before he bends over and presses his forehead to the side of my neck and his sweat-soaked chest to my back.
“Best I’ve ever had,” he rasps against my skin as his lips touch me between each uttered word. “Nobody else but you, Tullie. You’re mine.”
I want his words to ring true, to stay that way forever, but I ,of all people, know that good things always come to an end. He will not want me forever. He’ll discover that he deserves better, smarter, more talented, prettier than the little girl from the Texas small town.
I’ll smile when he leaves me, when he discovers exactly what I’ve been telling him this entire time, that I can’t be with someone like him and he can’t be with someone like me. He’s so much bigger than me that he deserves someone his equal.