Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 152064 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 760(@200wpm)___ 608(@250wpm)___ 507(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 152064 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 760(@200wpm)___ 608(@250wpm)___ 507(@300wpm)
I bite the inside of my cheek and whimper softly.
Phillip tips my chin and presses his cheek to mine as our eyes meet in the reflection across the room. “Your parents will be back any minute.”
I clench and shudder as he rolls his hips, fear and pleasure merging.
“You’re being so good.” He kisses my cheek. “You feel so good.” His hips pull back and he slides back in. “I want you to come for me.”
“Oh God.” I grip the comforter and bite my lip to stifle another moan.
“And as soon as they walk through the door, I’ll fill you with my cum. I wish I could watch it drip down the inside of your pretty legs, but then I’d never get to do it again,” he laments. “I’d never get to keep you if they knew the truth.” He pumps into me, the bed creaking with every rough thrust. “You’re not their good girl anymore, are you, kitten?” He kisses my neck. “You’re mine.”
It feels like neither of us is really here. We’re bodies moving, panted breaths, desperately seeking a connection we can’t hold on to.
I say the words and try to make them true. “I’m yours.”
“Mine.” He props himself up on one arm, the other sliding under my hip. He slips his hand inside my panties and rubs circles on my sensitive clit. “Tell me again. Say it, Tallulah.”
“Only yours,” I whisper.
“All of you. Every part.” His lips brush my cheek, hot eyes locked on mine. “Any second now, they’ll walk through the door.”
“Phillip,” I whimper.
“I need you to come for me. I need you,” he begs.
My stomach tightens, and sensation rockets through me as I unravel. Phillip covers my mouth with his, swallowing my moan. His hips slap my ass, hard and fast, the bed groaning with the force. If they walk through the door now, they’ll know. He pushes in deep and goes rigid above me, a snarl of satisfaction humming against my lips.
He lies there for a moment, his full weight pressing me into the bed. The sound of Hubert barking outside my window, which faces the front of the house, has him quickly withdrawing.
I feel the emptiness everywhere. He grabs tissues from the nightstand and gently wipes between my thighs. I roll onto my back as the code is punched into the door.
He quickly tucks himself into his pants and fastens them. “I’ll go down, take a minute to catch your breath.”
He kisses me on the cheek and leaves me lying on my childhood bed, that emptiness spreading through me. I wanted this to bring us closer, but it feels like it’s cleaved us in two instead.
CHAPTER 52
TALLY
It was a close call with my parents. Phillip made it to the kitchen before they walked through the door, but we didn’t set the table for dessert and I needed a minute to collect myself before I came downstairs. I brought my high school photo albums, and hoped it was a good enough decoy.
Mom and Dad seemed a little preoccupied, though, so if they noticed the vibe between me and Phillip, no one mentioned it.
My exams start in two days, so I should have Phillip drive me back to my apartment after dinner, but he leaves tomorrow morning for an away series, so I want to sleep next to him tonight.
“Are you okay?” Phillip asks on the way back to his place.
“I don’t know,” I answer honestly. “The whole night was…awkward?”
“Should I have handled things differently?” Anxiety seeps into his tone. “Was it the sex?”
“The sex was part of it. I wanted it, but it felt like it happened and we weren’t really there.” I wring my hands. “I wanted to feel closer to you, but I didn’t.” I don’t want him to leave on an away series with a chasm between us.
“There’s a lot going on. With us, with your parents, with school and dance.” He covers my hand with his.
“I know.” I want things to be stable, but I don’t know how to achieve that.
We arrive at his place and take the elevator to his apartment. It’s not even ten, but I’m exhausted, and his flight leaves early tomorrow morning, so we get ready for bed. At least there’s comfort in the domestic routine.
He gives me privacy so I can use the bathroom on my own. My favorite tumbler sits on the nightstand on my side, and Phillip is perched on the edge of the mattress, shirtless, wearing his typical pajama pants. He reaches for me and I slip my hand in his, letting him pull me between his thighs.
“I want us to be okay,” he says softly.
“I want the same thing.” I settle my hands on his shoulders, seeking comfort in the contact. This feels like the most natural part of the entire day. I wrap my arms around him and tuck my face against his neck. For a minute we just breathe.