Something for the Pain (Pain 2)

Tripp grips onto the pool table, but doesn’t say anything. It kills me not knowing what she’s thinking.

“You two think about. That’s all I’m asking. You can’t tell me that I’m the only one that thinks this will be hot.”

I need to get the fuck out of here. This is fucking with my head. I slam my empty beer down and wipe my mouth off with my arm. “I’m taking a swim.”

I walk away, leaving Tripp and Lucas alone. I’m sure Tripp will talk some sense into him. I wish that I could, but a part of me wants it to happen, just so I can be with her once; just one damn time, and maybe I can get my want for her out of my system. If I stay, I’m going to give myself away. This is the hardest thing that I’ve ever had to pass up and I can only resist for so fucking long.

ALEX’S NAKED BODY ON TOP of mine as he slowly slides his dick between my thighs . . .

My hands roaming his sexy body as he swirls his tongue around my nipples . . .

Lucas watching as Alex fucks me . . .

These thoughts have been running through my head for the last hour. I’ve tried so hard, but I can’t seem to make them stop. They’re on repeat in my fucking brain, driving me to the brink of insanity.

I stop pacing my bedroom and walk over to the bathroom door to see if I can hear any movement coming from Alex’s room. I haven’t heard him come upstairs yet, but with Alex being so slick, he could be already sleeping and me not even know it.

I’m starting to feel panicky that Alex hasn’t tried talking to me about what Lucas suggested. We talk about everything. It worries me that the idea of sleeping with me might’ve pushed him away. He hasn’t uttered a word to me since. I hate that feeling. It’s the worst feeling in the world to me. I can never lose Alex. I seriously can’t imagine a world without him in it.

Making my way through the bathroom, I pause in front of his closed door before slowly turning the handle and cracking the door open. I poke my head inside and quietly say his name, even though I can already see that it’s empty. My mind is too messed up right now to even think straight. I just stare at the back wall that I painted him and fight the urge to cry.

He’s either still swimming or he’s trying to avoid me. Either way, it’s not good. Alex swims to release stress. I’ve noticed that since he stopped fighting a while back, but he usually never swims for this long.

I go back to my room and pace for a little while longer, letting all my emotions build up, before deciding that I can’t take it anymore. I have to talk to him about this and make sure that everything is still okay with us.

I feel sick to my stomach right now.

Swallowing back my queasiness, I quickly make my way downstairs and down the hallway, stopping in front of the double doors. My heart is racing so fast at the thought of seeing Alex that I have to take a second to catch my breath.

“Why am I so damn nervous? It’s only Alex.” I take a slow, deep breath, before opening the doors and stepping inside. This is something that I need to do.

My heart instantly stops as my eyes set on Alex, swimming to the edge of the pool before gripping it.

So fucking beautiful . . .

Alex pulls himself out of the pool, completely naked; his muscular, tatted body glistening as his eyes set on me.

Everything seems to go in slow motion as my eyes steadily trail down his firm body, starting from his chest, pausing on his ripped abs, and then finally stopping on his dick.

I cover my mouth as a loud gasp escapes, sucking the air straight out of my lungs. I try to turn away so I can leave, but my body seems to be frozen in place as Alex stalks toward me with pure fire in his gray eyes.

Stopping in front of me, he grips the back of my head and before I can even register what is happening, he crushes his lips to mine, causing me to almost fall over.

Holding me up, his grip on my hair tightens as his kiss deepens, causing me to feel weak in his strong arms. There’s so much passion and fierceness behind his kiss that it has me completely and utterly speechless. One taste of him and he’s commanded my full body, heart, and soul to be his and his alone.

I moan, feeling his stud run across my open lips as he traces my mouth with his tongue, tasting me completely. Everything about his movements right now feels so powerful and possessive, leaving me damn hot and confused at the same time.

One arm encircles my waist as he turns our bodies around and starts carefully backing me up towards the water. I feel his arm jerk my body to a halt, right as my heels hang over the edge of the pool.

He moans into my mouth, before breaking the kiss and jumping into the shallow end of the water, and then reaches up, grips my waist, and pulls me into the water with him.

Our hearts beat together as our bodies meet. “Fuck, I’ve been wanting to do this for so long.” He crushes his lips back to mine and before I know it, he has me backed up against the pool wall as he rips the top of my tank top open, bringing his eyes down to my hard nipples. Gripping my thighs, he picks me up and wraps my legs around his waist.

My eyes study his as he takes my body in, as if it’s the most beautiful sight he has ever seen. His face contorts with something unreadable before he brings his eyes up to meet mine and tangles his hand in my hair.

I feel myself moan against his mouth as he presses his body between my legs, poking me with his thick erection. I want it inside me more now than ever and from the feel of it . . . so does he. “Alex,” I moan. “Alex . . .”

His body suddenly stiffens, his eyes seeming to really focus for the first time since I’ve stepped into the same room as him. Before I can even catch my breath, he’s breaking the kiss again and pulling away from me.

He looks down at my heaving chest, with his own chest quickly rising and falling, before gripping onto his hair and yelling, “FUCK!”

I’m in too much shock to speak, so I just cover my breasts and watch him as he starts to panic.

“I’m so fucking sorry. I’ve been drinking.” He punches the pool wall before growling out and grabbing his hair again. “I shouldn’t have done that.”

He turns around and I feel my heart break as he just stands there, breathing heavily.

“I won’t look at your body while you get out, Tripp. I should have more control over what I’m doing. Please don’t think badly of me.”

Pulling myself out of the water, I swallow back the pain and just stand there for a moment, watching his back.