Cheesy on the Eyes by Teagan Hunter Page 0,50

eager pussy.

She tosses her head back as the head slips in, but I can’t look away, wrapping my hands around her waist, holding her steady and watching as she takes me bit by gradual fucking bit.

I don’t rush it, relishing the feeling of her warmth.

And she’s really fucking warm.

Almost too warm.

“Fucking fuck. Shit. Fuck,” I curse, stopping myself from pressing into her any farther before I lose control.

“What?” she grits out, sounding just as stressed as I am. “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t have a condom.”

“Shit. Fuck,” she echoes.

“I know. I wasn’t exactly planning this.”

None of this was planned—not meeting her at Slice, not running into her a second time, and certainly not getting roped into fake-dating her.

Just like I didn’t plan to crave her company, her laugh, her smile…her.

But here we are, and even if I wanted to, there’s no going back.

Not now.

“I’m on birth control, but if you’re worried or don’t trust me, you can pull out for extra protection.”

“I trust you, but what about extra protection?”

She gnashes her teeth together, irritated to be teetering on the edge of something she so desperately craves. “Don’t you think I’d tell you if I was running around with an STD, Sully?”

“Yes.”

“Great. Now fuck me like you promised you would. You—oh god. Oh holy shit.”

Her sassy remarks fade into moans as I surge into her with abandon.

“I told you you’d be the one doing the begging.”

“Shut up.” Her words are intended to be harsh, but they come out as nothing more than a sigh.

Looking between us, I watch as I disappear inside her.

Then again. And again.

“Look at us, Thea.” She drops her eyes to where we connect, watching as I ram into her, her mouth forming an O. “We look good together,” I say. “We feel good together.”

In more ways than just this one.

“So fucking good,” she agrees. “More. Please.”

I give more.

I give over and over as her tits bounce freely with my harsh movements. She takes it all with her head tossed back, mouth open in a silent cry of pleasure. She lifts her hand like she wants to slide it into my hair, but I slow my movements and she gets the hint, putting it back where I told her to keep it. Her legs are wrapped around me firmly, holding me like she’s afraid if she lets go, I’ll disappear.

Oh, Thea, like I’d ever want to leave.

My balls draw tighter, and since it’s been way too fucking long since anything has felt this good—if it ever has—I know I won’t be able to hold back much longer.

I pull her closer, holding her securely with one arm as I sneak the other between us, tracing circles over her clit.

“I’m so close,” she moans.

“Thank fuck, because I’m barely holding on here.”

“Can you go harder?”

“Jesus,” I mutter. “I think you might really be my dream girl.”

I heed her request, and just two strokes later she’s falling apart around me.

I let loose, slamming into her wildly until I’m just about to explode. I pull out at the very last minute, spilling all over her stomach.

Thea sags against me, breathing just as harsh and shallow as I am.

She drops her head against mine and sighs. “How the hell are we ever going to come back from this, Sully?”

We aren’t.

Slice Thirteen

Thea

Note to self:

Erase the surveillance video in the shop.

Slice Fourteen

Sully

I learned three things last night.

One: Being buried inside Thea is my version of heaven.

Two: She sleeps naked.

Three: She’s a complete and total bed hog.

She was all over the place, seeming to move every couple of minutes. As soon as I’d get comfortable and pass out, she’d move again, and I don’t mean subtly shift. I mean she’d move, bouncing and jostling and taking the blankets with her.

I woke up this morning missing a pillow, and the only covering left on the bed was a sheet.

It was the best worst night of sleep I’ve ever had, and I would do it over again in a heartbeat if it meant I could feel her fall apart beneath me again.

I’ll admit now I didn’t think my actions through last night. The only thing I went to the shop for was to get to the bottom of her ghosting me after our kiss on the beach.

Then I saw her, and all my innocent intentions fell to the wayside.

I couldn’t not touch her, couldn’t not taste her again.

I didn’t mean for us to fall into bed together, but I’m not mad it happened.

Sure, this complicates the fuck out of things because