Point Of View 2 [*Do not read until you've read the same chapter of ATW]

Chapters 59 & 60 Fall OF An Empire/ Push You Around

*James*

I've got to be honest, I didn't think Trisha would be the kind of person into things like me. Kinky things like being tied up.

Ok, well, that's tame, and we all know it, but Trisha always came off as so prim and proper. It's nice to see her let loose a little.

And tonight, she definitely let loose.  We had mind-blowing sex. She tied me right up to my bed. She edged me so many times that my ab muscles are actually sore from contracting so much. Then I turned around and did the same to her.

I could tell Trisha isn't used to being the submissive one by her nervous demeanor when I tied her up. But I soon made her forget all about any apprehension she first had once I had her writhing against my mouth.

We ended up having sex two times within the hour. Do you know how hard it is for a male to have back to back orgasms like that? That has only happened for me with Julia. But Trisha brought me to my breaking point twice, and it felt amazing.

It's well after midnight, and we have been "sleeping" for over 45 minutes. Well, I thought Trisha was sleeping.  Apparently, not because she eventually left my bed and went back to her room.

When I got up to use the bathroom later on, I noticed Trisha didn't go back to get bed, she went to Nate's bed.

Trisha is just as bad as I am with Julia.  Maybe her and Nate should be a couple so I can finally have Julia to myself.

But no, that won't happen. Julia is just as in love with Nate as I am with her. That will never change.

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*Trisha*

James tired me out physically. Mentally my brain won't turn off. It didn't help halfway into sex with James Nate swears and throws a pillow at the door.

"Is that you throwing pillows at the door, Mr. Hollan?"  I whisper as I walk into Nate's dark room.

"Yeah. New rule. No more sex in my house unless it's with me."

"You're funny. I'm using your shower."

"Of course you are...." He puts a pillow over his face and groans. I quietly take a quick shower in his bathroom and throw back on the long t-shirt I was wearing earlier.

"Fucking hell." I hear Nate's British accent grumble.

I turn off the bathroom light before opening the door.

"You're STILL awake?!" I walk out and plop onto the bed.

"Yeah, you're asking for trouble if you think you're gonna lay in here, angel." He groans from under the pillow. Nate's having a hard time falling asleep. He can't afford to not sleep. His life is too busy and stressful for insomnia.

"You're moody tonight." I climb under the covers and lay next to Nate.

"I'm pretty sure you're in the wrong bed, Goldilocks."

"What...I can no longer hang with my best friend, now?" I smirk in the darkness, but Nate can see my reaction just fine.

Just like I can see his sexual frustration under the covers just fine.

"Not after midnight with me sporting a hard on, princess." He says from under the pillow.

I move in closer, and my fingers gently touch his raging hard on over his underwear. Nate's breath hitches making me know he needs relief.

"Jesus Christ, Playboy. Take care of that monster." I chuckle, but my fingers continue teasing him with my touch.

"I tried. No luck. Take care of it for me." He says in almost a whisper.