MAYA
I was stunned.
Dad’s question hung in the air like a guillotine. “You weren’t at university. So where did you both go?”
My mouth opened, but no sound came out. Tristan’s foot was still pressed firmly against my throbbing c**t, rubbing slow, filthy circles that made my legs shake uncontrollably.
My silk shorts were soaked through. I could feel my wetness coating his toes. My eyes rolled back for a split second before I squeezed them shut, biting my lower lip so hard I tasted blood.
A tiny, broken whimper tried to escape. I swallowed it down. Tristan’s foot suddenly pulled away.
The loss was immediate and cruel. My aching p***y clenched around nothing, desperate and empty. I sighed softly, trembling, thighs pressing together under the table. My body still burned for more. I was s
