Intoxicating

Guilty As Sin

Timothée's POV:

I leaned back on my elbows, watching Courtney as she straddled me, her eyes locked on mine, searching for something I wasn't going to give her. I ran a hand up her thigh, slow and deliberate, enjoying the way she shivered under my touch. I flipped her over and hovered over her.

"You think I missed this?" I teased, my voice low.

Courtney's brow furrowed, just a flicker of confusion.

I chuckled, the sound low and taunting and my hands sliding higher until I gripped her waist. "Because Leia does it better."

Her body stiffened, and I felt her anger rise before she could even speak. "What the hell, Timothée?" she hissed, her voice sharp.

I shrugged, pulling her closer as if to soothe her, but the grin on my face told a different story. "I'm just saying...she knows how to fuck better. You're good, but Leia? She's fucking perfect."

Her hands slammed against my chest, but I caught them, holding her wrists firmly. "Don't get mad," I murmured, my lips brushing against her ear. "You want to keep up, don't you? Then maybe you should learn a thing or two."

Courtney's eyes burned with fury, but I could see the conflict there too, the need to prove herself. She wanted to hate me, but she couldn't walk away. Not when I had her like this.

"You're such an asshole," she spat, her voice trembling.

"Yeah, but you love it," I said, pulling her back down to me, my lips capturing hers before she could argue.

As I pushed into her, my mind drifted, not to the girl on top of me but to the one who haunted my every thought. I didn't care about Courtney, not really. She was a game.

And as Courtney's nails dragged down my back, her voice breaking with every desperate moan, all I could think about was how much better this felt when it was with Leia.

As Courtney moved against me, her breath hitched, catching in her throat. I felt her falter for a moment, and I couldn't help the smile that tugged at my lips.

"What are you thinking about?" I asked, my voice low, teasing.

Her eyes darted to mine, hesitant, a flash of vulnerability she couldn't quite hide. "Nothing," she said, but the slight shake in her voice betrayed her.

"Nothing?" I repeated, lifting a brow as my hands slid up her back, holding her in place. "Because I know what I'm thinking about."

She swallowed hard, her movements slowing just slightly.

"Leia," I said simply, letting the name linger in the air between us.

Courtney's body tensed, her nails digging into my chest as she froze. "Timothée-"

"You're thinking about her too, aren't you?"

She didn't answer, but the way her face crumbled, the way her breath hitched again-this time in frustration or shame-told me I was right.

"We're both thinking about her," I whispered, my lips brushing against her ear as I held her closer. "And you hate it, don't you? Knowing that I get to fuck her and you don't."

Courtney's face twisted in anger, her hands shoving at my chest, but I held her firm, not letting her go.

"Let me go, Timothée," she hissed, her voice trembling.

"Not until you admit it," I challenged, my grip tightening. "Admit that you know it's true." She tried to look away, but I didn't let her, keeping her locked in place.