Текст книги "One and Done"
Автор книги: S. Briones Lim
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Chapter 28
I wasn’t sure if fate was throwing me a bone or somehow still fucking me over, but somehow in the few minutes we walked around the restaurant a huge snowstorm hit Bethel Falls and when I say huge, picture the abominable snowman taking refuge from Jack Frost. It was that horrible.
As I fought an internal battle between hormones, fear, happiness, and outright shock at the prospect that Rocky would have to sleep over at my apartment, she stared blissfully at the sketch hanging toward the back of my restaurant. It was the picture—her picture—that I stole from the art department. I hung the sketch in my restaurant not only because it reminded me of Rocky, but also because it reminded me not to be so reckless. Sometimes doing things to impress someone else could backfire on you. Impulsivity control wasn’t always my strong suit and this picture reminded me of that. Ironically, I was now faced with what had to be the biggest test of my impulsivity. Rocky would be staying at my place…I needed to be careful.
“You ready?”
“For what?” She quickly looked away from the sketch, her head snapping in my direction like a rubber band.
“I guess my restaurant isn’t the only thing we’ll be touring tonight,” I had the audacity to joke. “Let’s get some pizza and head over to my apartment.”
“Your apartment,” she repeated in a blank tone.
“Are you my echo?” I strained to keep the smile on my face, but I was nervous as hell. Rocky didn’t say anything more and abruptly turned toward the door.
Shit. Tonight was gonna be some test.
***
Do you know those moments in life when the air around you feels so thick in awkwardness that you could almost cut through the tension with a butter knife? Those moments don’t hold a pickle to our “cozy pizza dinner.”
I took my time, biting into each piece slowly and carefully, acting as if I were savoring every morsel of pepperoni. I was stalling, trying hard to distract myself from a subject that was bound to come up—sleeping arrangements. I wasn’t stupid. I knew Rocky probably wanted nothing to do with me at this point. I’ve pulled her through the ringer, playing with her mind and emotions since high school. Yet I was a man, and as a man I could not help the visceral reaction that catapulted inside of me every time I looked into those big brown eyes of her.
In another world I’d be looking into those eyes while her legs were wrapped around my waist and her arms around my neck. I’d lean forward and press kisses against her clavicles, working my way down to her breasts and then further to…
Fuck! What was I doing?
Throat suddenly feeling parched, I practically shouted, “Did you want something else to drink?”
“I’m sorry?” Rocky jumped. Shit. Of course I’d startle her.
Racking my brain for a response, I heard myself say, “I only have water here. I forgot to ask if you wanted a beer or something.”
“I don’t drink like that.”
Good girl.
“Funny, me too.” I reached for a napkin, rubbing the square paper hard against my skin. I figured any momentary sting of pain may shock my body enough so that I wasn’t sporting a chub at half-mast. Lord knows I didn’t need the dinner to be even more awkward that it already was. Begrudgingly, I asked, “You tired?”
Even speaking the words caused my mouth to dry up like a California drought. I quickly reached out and grabbed my water, taking my time and relishing each drop of liquid, reveling in the way it moistened my throat. Gulp after gulp it soothed me. Finally feeling like myself again—not to mention the fact that my boner had finally gone away—I glanced over at Rocky, who looked as still as a statue. Her mouth was pressed together in a tight line and her eyes were…well, they were staring at me as if I had grown two heads. I frowned at her, wondering if the drive down had gotten her sick or something.
She blinked a few times and quickly asked. “Where can I sleep?”
Oh, she’s just tired.
As if on cue her beautiful eyes began to droop. She turned toward my couch and lifted her index finger. “I can sleep over here.”
As tempted as I was to lock myself in my room and relieve myself all night, I knew I was better than that. “No. What kind of friend would I be if I didn’t have the decency to offer you my bed?”
Saying the word ‘friend’ pained me to no end. I was grasping at straws and I knew it. She wasn’t a friend. She never was and she would never be…she was the love of my life. As much as I denied it and pushed her away, she would always have that place in my heart.
She blushed and for a moment I wondered if she was able to read my mind. Laughing lightly, she shook her head. “No, it’s okay. I really don’t mind sleeping on the couch. Believe me, I’ve slept on worse.”
My eyebrows furrowed. Worse? She didn’t deserve anything but the best. “No, I insist. It’s my fault we’re stuck here and the least I could do is make sure you’re comfortable.”
I was worried that I’d have to drag her in there myself, but if I did there was no guarantee that I’d be able to drag myself out. Luckily she bowed her head and agreed. “Sounds great.”
By the time I led her to my bedroom, my palms were slippery from sweat. I practically threw some pajamas at her before rushing out of the room. By the time I made it into the living room I was panting like a wild animal. Seeing her there, in one of my most private of spaces…imagining her lying on my bed wearing my clothes. It was all too much. I was in desperate need of a cold shower, but of course the only full bath would be in my room.
Well, there went my boner again. The blood rushed to my dick and before I knew it I was at full mast.
“Shit. What am I going to do now?” I looked around and eyed my apartment. It was a modest space with only the one bedroom and a tiny guest bathroom near my linen closet. Sure if I were alone or simply didn’t care I would have no qualms about jacking off in the tiny space. However, considering my walls are pretty thin I didn’t want to risk Rocky hearing me bust a nut while she was tucked away in my room.
Groaning, I sucked in the annoying pangs of blue balls. Before I could change my mind, I plopped myself onto my couch and turned on the TV, intent on forgetting where I was at the moment and who was with me.
***
“Jesse.”
My eyes flew open at the sound of my name, jarring me awake. Somehow despite my raging horniness I was able to fall asleep. I blinked a few times, allowing my vision to focus. A bluish glare radiated from the TV, but other than that the room was almost pitch black. I had no idea what time it was and judging by the infomercial playing, it was probably early morning.
“I must have dozed off,” I mumbled to nobody in particular.
“Jesse.”
There it was again. Did Rocky need help? I threw my legs off the side of my couch and listened intently. There was no way I imagined hearing my name twice. However, when I was met with nothing but silence I begrudgingly resigned to lowering myself back onto my couch to catch a few more winks of sleep.
“Mmm…yes…yes.”
Okay, any delusion of catching some sleep did not last long. My eyes widened in shock and automatically the blood from my fingers and toes pulled inward in a rush toward my core. “Is she…is she?”
“Mmm…that feels good.”
I blinked a few times to gather what was going on. For a moment I wondered if she was having some fun with herself, however I quickly pushed away the thought, realizing it was Rocky I was talking about. There was no way she’d be that loud knowing I was right in the other room. However, the sounds of ecstasy emanating from my closed door were definitely sexual in nature. If they weren’t being made consciously and rather unconsciously, then that would mean…
“Rocky’s having a sex dream,” I gasped.
“Jesse.”
“About me.” A wicked grin played on my face, and though my brain was telling me—shouting at me—to push away the glee I felt, there was no way I could.
Throwing all common sense aside, I grabbed for the remote and quickly lowered the volume on the TV. The announcer’s voice went mute at the same time Rocky’s cries of ecstasy became louder. It was bittersweet hearing her moans and knowing there was no way I couldn’t relieve myself that night, but also knowing that doing it by myself would sure as hell not satisfy me.
I stayed rooted in place though I wanted nothing more than to place my ear against that damn door to hear clearly. As ironic as it sounds, I didn’t want to feel any more of a creeper than I already did.
“Mmm…sigh.”
I stuck my hand in between the waistband of my boxer briefs and wrapped my palm around my cock. With each sweet groan coming from the room I mimicked the sound, stroking my dick slowly at first and then harder and faster. I scrunched my face in exasperation. There was no way I could come on my own knowing that the object of my affection was just a few feet away from me.
What a tangled web we weave.
Just as quickly as her breathy moans started they ceased. I figured her dream must have ended, but that knowledge didn’t soothe the raging hard on that I was sporting.
“Fuck,” I muttered, eyeing the bathroom near my foyer. As I was debating whether or not to make my escape to the porcelain god, I heard footsteps padding from inside my room, followed by a few stumbles and a groan. I quickly glanced at the door knob and noticed that it was jiggling slightly. In a move that would make a superhero proud, I made a beeline to the nearest pillow and quickly pulled it onto my lap just in time for the door to open with a soft, “Aha!”
I swallowed what felt like shards of glass down my throat and eyed the sleepy figure. “Couldn’t sleep?”
“Ahh!”
I bit back a smile as I watched Rocky stumble back. She looked so tiny in my clothes and I wanted nothing more than to reach out and hold her in my arms.
How are you supposed to do that with a boner the size of Texas?
I cleared my throat and shifted slightly. “You can join me in ordering this amazing juicer if you want,” I joked, hoping to alleviate the sexual tension I was sure I was exuding.
“What?” Her voice sounded muddled as if she were still lost in a dream. I really hoped she was…
“If you call now you can get two free recipe books,” I growled, pushing away the thought. I really wasn’t helping out my cause. Fidgeting, I readjusted my dick and prayed she wouldn’t notice how the pillow sat a few inches too high from the rest of my lap.
“Oh.” She grabbed at her throat and glanced around helplessly. “Um, I just want a glass of water.”
Funny, I’m ‘thirsty’ too.
I snorted at the way my mind twisted her words around and replied, “Help yourself; the glasses are in the right cabinet.”
She walked toward the kitchen and even in the dark I could make out how pink her ears were. It was as if her body was radiating steam and good God was she steaming hot. My eyes traveled down the length of her petite body, admiring the way the waistband of my large pants sat at the top of her hips, folded up two or three times in order for them to stay in place. When we were younger she’d often complain about her boyish shape, but there was no denying the curves she sported now.
“You know my clothes look better on you than they do on me. Maybe I should let you keep it,” I commented.
“Nah, who’d want these old things?” she replied with a smile in her voice, taking a seat beside me.
I couldn’t help myself and burst into laughter. A distant memory surfaced and I could have sworn we’d said the exact same words to each other once before.
Another lifetime ago.
Just like that my good mood faltered. It was a lifetime ago, but did that matter? The past could stay in the past as long as we made sure it did. Eyes darkening, I resigned to stay in the present, and though I knew I was skating on thin ice, my hormones led me to ask, “Did you have a bad dream?”
“What?” Her voice was barely a squeak.
I pressed on. “I heard you in there. You were breathing hard and moaned a bit.”
“I did not moan!” Her cheeks reddened considerably. I caught myself wondering whether or not she felt as warm as she looked. What I wouldn’t give to drag my finger across her cheeks and feel for myself.
I struggled to swallow. “Actually, you did. I heard you.”
To my surprise she nonchalantly changed the subject. “You’re quite the night owl. Have you been up this whole time?”
“Yes, I heard everything,” I interjected, desperate to steer the conversation back to where I wanted it to go.
“Like what?” Her voice wavered. Although I felt a bit bad to tease her like this, I couldn’t stop myself. Years and years of stopping myself had finally caught up with me. My brakes were finally broken. “What did you hear?” she insisted.
The thing with the past is that even though you insist on leaving it behind, it still manages to rear up at the ugliest moments. When that time comes you have no choice but to take a few steps back and face it head on. In my case, I needed to open up about what I saw at her house the other night. It’d be the only way I could move forward.
I looked up cautiously, taking in the way her lips parted almost suggestively, but I knew she was just anxious. “Did you know I stopped by your house two nights ago?”
“Wait, what?” Her eyes darkened, an unmistakable mask of guilt.
I sighed and trembled slightly. “I felt bad about what went down at the store. I knew it was a dick move and I should have apologized, but again I hated how much I felt like the old Jesse, you know?”
When did you come over?” she demanded.
“When do you think? I rolled up to your house and saw a strange car in your driveway. I knew you parents were gone and it couldn’t have been Emily’s. It didn’t take me long to figure out it was Ethan’s prissy ride.”
I couldn’t help but laugh at how much of a creeper I sounded like. Guess the kids from Bethel Falls High School did have something right about me. I was definitely a class five weirdo.
Rocky looked as if she were caught doing something she wasn’t supposed to. Her eyebrows were pushed together and her nose was scrunched up in regret. “Uh, yeah he wanted to cook for me.”
“Cook for you, huh?” Yeah, right.
She nodded but didn’t say a word.
I could have rolled my eyes, but I didn’t. As a twenty-three-year-old male, I’ve ridden my share of rodeos before, and I knew perfectly well there was no cooking usually involved.
“You know what ‘cooking for you’ is code for, right?” I took a few breaths to calm myself, worried that my jealousy would be overtly obvious. My jaw tightened and my teeth clenched, picturing that douche getting grabby with Rocky. I shook my head, waiting for her to respond, and when she didn’t, I pressed on. “I stayed in my car, wondering if I should go in and bother you. Hell, I sure wanted to.”
“Why?”
“You know why,” I muttered. She should know why, but that didn’t mean she did. At least I wanted her to know why.
“Do I?”
She really wanted to play this game, didn’t she? Fine. I’ll bite.
“I saw Ethan walk out with extremely, extremely messy hair. His little poof was no longer a poof.” Though my brain was telling me—screaming—for me to stop, it was as if my hand had a mind of its own. Desperate to feel Rocky’s warmth once and for all, I reached out and did just as I imagined, dragging a finger against her olive-toned cheek.
Her mouth opened and closed as if she had something to say, but no words came out. Her lips remained parted, breathing in loudly. I silently prayed to hear her moan again.
I wonder if Ethan heard her moan.
My mouth hardened as I imagined the prick walking out of her house, eyeing me with that self-righteous look on his face. I smacked my tongue in disgust. “I was angry, but why? I had no right to be angry. We weren’t even good friends anymore.”
Like a bad train wreck I couldn’t stop myself from imagining the prick caressing Rocky’s body. I felt my insides turn in anger, my blood boiling dangerously. Though I may not have deserved the princess sitting in front of me, I knew Ethan didn’t either.
What the hell was I doing? How was this helping me? I needed to erase the visual from my mind. I also needed to erase the memory from hers.
Propelled by lust and love, I banished every second thought I had and let my carnal instincts take over. Bringing my face dangerously close to hers, I continued to touch her cheeks, moving my fingers down to the dip of her collarbones. I was desperate to replace Ethan in every single fantasy—that meant replacing him in her memories. “Did he touch you like this? Did he lean into you like this?” I invaded her personal space, finally inhaling her sweet scent. “And whisper sweet nothings in your ear?”
I continued my trek of her body, going unbearably slow though all I wanted to do was grab her by the hips and her throw her down onto my bed. I wanted to take her hard and fast, but I knew she didn’t deserve that. She deserved my undivided attention. I needed to make love to her and not fuck her brains out…though I admit my dick grew harder at the thought of the latter.
“Did he touch you like this? Gentle, the way you deserve to be treated?” My fingertips tingled in anticipation, feeling an electric pulse travel from her skin to mine.
“I’m not glass.”
No, she was far from fragile, but she did deserve care. Ah, sweet, naïve Rocky. Couldn’t she see how much she was worth?
When somebody hurts you, you tend to forget.
I felt myself wilt for a moment and thought better of it.
I’ll make it up to her.
“No,” I whispered. “Just someone special.”
Rocky pulled her arm back from my grasp. With fiery eyes she gazed at me and shook her head profusely. “Why are you doing this? Why are you asking these questions? This isn’t right.”
“What do you mean?” I practically whined.
“I can’t keep up with your moods, Jesse. First you’re cold, then you’re aloof, and now you’re—”
“Hot?” I teased.
“Please make up your mind about me,” she said point blank.
I gazed at her with an incredulous expression on my face. How could she not know that I loved her? I practically just laid everything out on the table for her. Fuck, I was in the middle of foreplay!
“I already told you how I felt,” I replied, flabbergasted.
“When?”
“At my restaurant? The photo?” I replied, trying to keep my voice from betraying my shock.
“That didn’t mean anything to me.”
Ouch. That was a stab in the heart. Good thing I’d always known how to tell when Rocky was lying. I bit back a smirk as I watched her fingers drum anxiously against the couch.
Two could play at this game.
“I heard you talking in your sleep. I’d like to say that it did mean something to you. You said my name and how much you cared about me—”
“I always thought that when this happened you wouldn’t be talking about another guy first!” She shouted, startling me.
“When what happened?” Once again my carnal response was electrifying.
Instead of answering, she just stared at me with a blank expression. The corners of my mouth lifted into a flirtatious grin, knowing perfectly well that I caught her right where I needed her. I was bursting at the seams, but I knew to take my time. “You don’t want to talk about another guy, huh? Fine, let’s talk about me then, because I know exactly what I would do to you.” Once again my finger worked up and down her arm. “I’d take my time to explore each curve, each crevice of your body. I know you’re not fragile by any means, but I’d treat you like any treasure should be handled.”
“H-how’s that?” she squeaked.
There was no denying the smile on my face. “With awe and all the care in the world.”
I shut my eyes and sighed, reveling in the feeling of her soft skin on my fingertips. After years of only imagining what it would be like—feel like—to cross the uncrossable border of the friend zone, nothing could have prepared me for this. After years of swearing I’d end up alone thinking that I deserved to be alone. After all that time pushing away the one…I was officially done.
I inhaled her sweet scent, further catapulting me into a dizzying abyss. “I’d map out your body, taking in your favorite spots and bookmarking them for future reference.”
“Bookmarking,” she snickered.
“Okay, bad choice of words.” She may have been laughing now, but in just a few moments I’d make sure her giggles were replaced by sighs. I leaned forward, allowing our noses to graze each other and bit back a growl that was working inside my throat, forcing out a raspy question. “Then you know how I’d kiss you?”
“No,” she whispered.
“Like this.”
Without another moment’s hesitation I licked my lips and quickly pressed them against her supple pair. I grabbed onto the back of her neck with one hand and allowed the other to continue its exploration of her body. Prying my mouth open, I took her plump bottom lip between my own and plunged my tongue into her warmth, gently showing her how much she meant to me.
That is until Rocky took matters into her own hands. Grabbing around my neck, Rocky dove into my body, pressing her breasts against my chest, causing me to crash onto the couch. Our kisses became more intense, hurried, as if finally getting a taste of water after years in the hot desert. If anything, that’s what we were, weren’t we? Two survivors finally on the verge of their oasis.
This is wrong, Jesse. Stop it.
As if a light bulb switched off in my head, I carefully pushed her off me and wriggled myself toward the arm of the couch. Common sense still won out against everything else.
“What’s wrong?” Her chest heaved up and down, and if I wasn’t mistaken, I could make out the thrashing of her pulse against the crook of her neck. It mimicked the pounding of my own heart.
I swallowed. “That…was great.”
She smiled a bit arrogantly, but that smile soon washed off her face. She looked at me expectantly, waiting for me to say more.
I bowed my head slightly. “But I promised myself I’d never drag you down with me.”
“Huh?”
“I wanted to do this for a long time. A very long time,” I admitted.
She raised her hand in confusion. “So why…”
Though it was torture keeping my feelings to myself, it was even more painful saying it out loud. “Because I always thought I wasn’t good enough for you. You deserve a good guy like Ethan. I mean, I hated him from the moment I saw him because he was who I wanted to be in more ways than one.”
She rolled her eyes. “If this is about being privileged—”
“It’s not. You deserve somebody your parents want for you. A person who’s stable—”
“You’re stable!” She cut me off with irritation. “Isn’t that the reason why you brought me here? To show me that?”
I bit my lip and allowed my eyelids to fall slightly. As hard as I tried to fight it, I couldn’t help but let the feelings of insecurity once again wrap its ugly claws around my heart. “Can you clarify something for me?”
“Uh, yeah, I guess so.” She blinked, frowning heavily.
“Everything you did with me in high school…you did it because you wanted to, right? Not because you felt sorry for me? Not because in some way you were trying to get back at your parents for smothering you?”
I need to know this. As much as I don’t want to know it, I need it.
Her eyes widened in understanding. “Of course I did it because I wanted to. I told you that from the start.”
I shook my head. “But you said it was to protect me. That means you felt sorry for me.”
“No, it doesn’t.” Her eyes darted around as if she were piecing together erratic thoughts. When they landed on me once again I saw a determination in them that I was most grateful for. “What about New Year’s Eve? I kissed you then, didn’t I? That wasn’t me feeling sorry for you.”
I felt my cheeks warm. “I know I gave you a hard time about that, but I guess I was desperate to hide how much it meant to me…especially if you only did so because you were trying to find an excuse to dump Ethan.”
“Would you stop mentioning him?” She just about groaned.
Remembering Sloan, I felt a familiar twinge of anger and embarrassment. “Wouldn’t be the first time I was used to make a boyfriend jealous, but it would be the first time I felt hurt about it.”
She looked horrified. “You know I wouldn’t do that. I kissed you that night because—”
“Because you were caught up in the moment.” Yeah, yeah, I’ve heard it before.
“No…” Her voice dropped by octaves. She visibly swallowed and pressed her lips together before answering. “I mean, I was, but only in the way that it gave me the courage to do something I’ve always wanted to do.”
I watched silently as she fidgeted. Though I wanted nothing more than to take her right then and there, I knew it wouldn’t be right. She seemed so…lost. Ignoring my pent up frustration, I mentally prepared myself to put an end to all this, but my dear Rocky was once again full of surprises.
Her voice was no longer small and meek, it sounded empowered. With blazing eyes she cooed, “Just like I’ve always wanted to do this,” before nudging her petite body against mine. Momentarily caught by shock, I quickly regained my focus, plunging my tongue into her mouth. Grabbing onto whatever part of her body I could, I massaged her skin in time with how my tongue caressed hers.
Sweet. Just like I always knew it would be.
I soon lost myself to the rhythm of her light touches, groaning each time she grabbed onto my hair, pulling lightly as if she were afraid I’d run away.
Not this time.
Then just like that, I froze. Once we hit this point of no return, there really was no going back for me. I couldn’t spend another five years denying what my heart wanted. “Rocky…you know that…I mean, you could tell that…”
“Jesse, you’re making me nervous right now. What’s wrong?” Her mouth trembled in worry.
I lifted my chin and sighed. “You know this isn’t just messing around to me, right?”
“Huh?”
“I know I was giving you a hard time about using me, but you know I didn’t mean it.”
“Uh, yeah. Of course not.”
I had to tell her. There was no more holding back. “You know I…I always loved you, right? I have always loved you. From the moment your dorky self said, ‘Hi, welcome to our bio group,’ to the day we sat on those bleachers and said goodbye. I have never stopped thinking about you.”
The words tumbled out of my mouth so effortlessly. How? After all those years denying them, it was as if my words took on a life of their own.
They were cultivated in a prison. Your words are free now. Keep them rolling.
And keep them rolling I did. By the time I was finished exposing my heart and soul, I was sure Rocky wanted nothing more than to turn away.
She didn’t.
“I’ve always loved you too. I think you’ve always known that, though.”
Happiness was never meant for me. I knew it. My mother knew it. My dad knew it. It was the reason I kept Rocky on a string—a self-fulfilling prophecy of loss and despair. Yet at that moment it was as if the heavens opened up and blessed me with some sort of miracle. She still loved me. I wasn’t stupid enough to deny the fact that I didn’t deserve her love, but I wasn’t about to throw the God given gift away. Not again.
Her head tilted toward mine, her warm breath bathing my lips, soothing the ache in them. I brought her close to me, taking my time to take in her beauty.
I can’t believe this is finally happening.
All nerves and worry out the door, bravery took hold of me. Sticking out my tongue, I carefully ran it over her lips, relishing the sweet taste of cherry with a slight tinge of salt. Soon Rocky was beneath me, kneading my back through my shirt. I was desperate to feel her skin against mine, with nothing hanging between us.
Pesky shirt.
As if hearing my thoughts, Rocky tugged at my tee, grunting softly as she tried to slide it up.
“Having trouble?” I snickered.
“Actually, yes.”
First comes stripping and next comes…
I gulped. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
I just want to hear it out loud.
Her fingers twisted around my shirt. “Yes, I trust you.”
Trust. If that wasn’t the best aphrodisiac ever. My cock throbbed against my pants and I knew there was no way I could stand being clothed one second longer.
Shirt off now.
My breaths quickened, feeling the cool air hit my bare chest. My throat strained to swallow as I gazed down at her beautiful eyes, which watched me hungrily. I was just as starved. “Your turn.”
She attempted to lift her arms, but before she could even move I impatiently pushed her shirt up to her neck. Expecting some frilly underwear I was pleasantly surprised to find two rosy pink nipples staring back at me. I licked my lips, preparing to take each bud into my mouth. “No bra?”
“Can’t sleep with that contraption binding me.”
Good.
Her olive-toned torso beckoned to me and like a moth to a flame, I dove in, flicking my tongue against her nipples and appreciating the way they hardened under my touch. I felt her fingers stroke against my crotch, but I shifted away. “Let me do this first. I’ve always imagined how it would be to taste you.”
“Okay.” She nodded eagerly.
I licked her soft skin, trailing a circle around the mound of her breasts, before taking one inside my mouth. Her breaths quickened, only egging me on. Keeping my lips against her cleavage, I expertly reached for the loose waistband of her sweats and pushed it down a few inches. “No underwear?” I asked hopefully.
I pulled just enough away to peek and caught a glimpse of light blue lace. Rats.
Her giggles were like music to my ear. “I don’t go commando.”
Well, we’re about to change that.
“…You first,” she breathed, gently pushing my hands away.
If you insist.
My pants were soon in a pile on the floor, and unlike her I did go commando. My dick throbbed as I watched her lick her lips in anticipation and ached a bit more once she was unclothed. When she lifted her head toward my cock I felt like I was about to explode, but no, this wasn’t the way I wanted it. After years’ worth of buildup I couldn’t rush through this.
“In a bit.” My voice came out strange, low, and gravely. I stood up, lifting her with me, and coaxed her legs around my body. “You deserve to be treated like a princess, remember? No couch for you.”
Laying her down, I took a moment to admire her. I couldn’t believe I was the lucky son of a bitch who’d be her first.
And hopefully her last.
I shook my head slightly, reminding myself not to get ahead of myself. I’ve been disappointed before, I wasn’t about to let myself down again.
