Page 140 of The Score

"Oh my God!"

"Are you jealous, Pen? To know I've fucked other people?"

I slap her again. She squeezes my cock with both hand and pussy.

"I don't like you as much right now." She clings to my neck with interlocked fingers, pulls herself up, and locks her legs around my hips.

She brings my head down for a demanding kiss. I scoop her up until I'm standing straight and holding her in my arms, impaled by me. Her pussy flutters around me and a moan escapes her. I'm making the same kind of sounds. We're getting close.

She rocks her hips, creating friction between us. "I've been with other men, too."

"Fuck. Pen."

"How do you like it when I'm makingyoujealous?"

"I hate it." My fingers dig into her thighs, holding her close but giving her the freedom to roll back and forth. "But I'm the one inside of you. I'm the oneyou're riding. I'm the one railing you three times a day. Fuck. Pen. I'm the one you're married to."

She comes. The way she holds me, squeezes me, rides my cock through it has me at the verge.

"Don't stop," I say. "Work me through it."

She keeps her movements, even if her rhythm suffers. A small cry of pleasure escapes her throat.

My fingers dig deep into her flesh. "Work harder."

"Unbelievable."

Despite her complaint, she does as told. I turn and throw myself onto the bed. It breaks with a loud, wooden snap, and it throws us off balance.

She screams. We could have decoupled, but I keep her on me. I hold our place with one foot on the floor, and the other on the tilted mattress.

"Ride me. I don't care," I say. "Ride me until I come."

"Bear— I—"

"Fuck, Pen."

I turn us on the bed until she's on her back. The structure breaks further, with the whole bottom now on the floor. I ignore it. I rock in and out of her, and keep going as if that was part of the plan.

"I'm jealous, too," she breathes. "Of anyone you ever fucked like this."

Her confession breaksme. I spill myself in her. I'm faintly aware of the sounds I make, of my faltering pace, and the craving that doesn't fade from my chest.

When I come back to myself, I'm still inside her and she's caressing me.

My heart could burst.

I linger like this. Once I move, my brain will come back online, and I'll have to think about what I just did. What am I doing, bringing up jealousy?

But I'm jealous. As soon as I think of her with other people, I want her to only want me.

If she's jealous, then at least I'm not alone with it. And my heart can scream as loud as it wants to, because as long as Pen and I are both feeling the same, then we're not in as much trouble as we could be.

I pull away and throw myself back on the mattress.

"And to think we're going back home tomorrow," I say.

Training camp is coming up, and we need to prepare for it. Pen needs to prepare her application package, too. But most of all, we need time.