Resentments

I gasped and squawked as my body shifted again. Stretching like new to wrap around him. Like a mouth sucking on a lollipop.

“Eric!” I said somewhere between begging and angry.

“Tell me you’re backing out.” He paused.

Never. I can’t.

“You know I won’t!”

“Yes,” He began easing in and out of me again. “I do.”

This is why he made that stupid bet. He knew from the get what he had planned. Knew I was Tomboy and that he’d somehow manage to beat me in that stupid race.

Again…

“Why did you have that condom in your pocket?” I demanded in an accusatory tone.

“Because a guy is a fool not to have one with him if he’s going on a date with a beautiful girl.”

I felt my skin heat at the compliment while I was still annoyed, he’d come prepared to have sex with me. As if he’d expected to.

As if he knew he could persuade me.