Free Beauty and the Geek (Gone Geek Book 1) by Sidney Bristol Page B

been paying attention.
    He thrust, and she rocked forward, the cushions cradling her. He slid deeper. Another thrust and she felt his balls against her mound.
    “Do that. Harder. Please?” She arched her back, lifting her hips.
    Stephen pulled almost all the way out. She held her breath. He thrust deep and hard. She slid along the fabric, sucking in a breath as his balls smacked against her.
    “Oh, yes. Again. Like that.”
    The hand at her hip tightened before he complied. This time there was no pause between thrusts. His fingers dug into her, while he held her exactly where he wanted her. She didn’t even mind the pull on her shoulders.
    “Fuck me harder, Stephen.” She closed her eyes, struggling to draw breath. His cock felt so big it drove all her oxygen out with each glide.
    The cool air curled around her breasts. Her aching nipples were desperate for a caress. Their weight, freely swinging, kept the needy desire a focal point.
    She could hear the slap of his skin against hers, the slick sound of their joining. Her groans mixed in. God, she wanted it to go on forever. For once, she couldn’t speak. It was too good.
    Stephen’s hand slid down from her hip over her mound. His fingers pressed into her swollen folds, finding her clit.
    “Yes,” she chanted.
    He stroked the erect nub with firm, purposeful movements. He leaned over her, driving deeper, letting her sink into the cushions. His breath fanned against her shoulder.
    “Come on me.”
    The darker, raw notes of his voice ramped up the desire spiraling tighter in her belly.
    “Oh—God—yes,” she groaned.
    “Do you want to come on my cock—slut?”
    “Yes! I want to come on your cock. Call me your slut again?”
    His pace faltered, just a little, but it was there. She squeezed her eyes shut.
    Stephen thrust so hard her head almost hit the wall. Would have, if he hadn’t been holding onto her so tight.
    She held her breath. He wasn’t going to—
    “You’re my slut.” His voice was strained.
    Everything in her released all at once. Pleasure so deep, so raw she had to bury her face in the cushions, rippled through her. Stephen’s thrusts were jerky, raw, close to orgasm, but his voice was still echoing in her head.
    You’re my slut.
    And she was. She was. She was. She was.
     

 
    7.
    Stephen flopped on the bed, not even caring that he was both naked and still a little damp from the shower. Wet sheets were uncomfortable, but he had other things to think about.
    Three orgasms. One night. He’d lost count of how many times Tamara had come.
    He peered at the clock, surprised to find it wasn’t all that late. They’d started early. The morning was going to be hell. He doubted he’d be able to concentrate on class at all.
    “What’s this?” Tamara asked.
    He picked his head up off the pillow and peered across the apartment at her.
    “Oh. It was a joke.”
    “You’re an honorary Navy SEAL?”
    “I worked on developing some equipment for them. While I was in San Diego, I’d go do runs with the guys. I think they thought it was funny. One of them printed that off as a joke, I think. I kept it, though.”
    “That’s pretty cool. Did you draw these?”
    “The stuff above it?”
    “Yeah.”
    “Those were my first drone prototype sketches.”
    “Wow, is this the kind of stuff in your sketchbook?”
    “The rough ideas, yeah.” She remembered his sketchbook? After all of this he barely knew he had one.
    “You’re really talented.”
    The bathroom light flicked off, plunging the apartment into near-darkness.
    Tamara strolled toward the bed, naked, her hair piled on top of her head. How she was moving was beyond him. She was a goddess, as far as he was concerned.
    She was real. And she was in his apartment. They had issues, but so what? Everyone did. If the look on her face were any indication, she’d be in his bed soon. It was difficult to believe she was there at all. That she hadn’t taken one look at him and bailed. He was so used to