I drop my head back as Korie swallows around my shaft. Korie cups my balls. With their other hand, they reach behind to slide a finger between my ass cheeks. I curse.
“I’m nearly there,” I say, a little embarrassed. Being close to Korie all day, smelling their faint floral and musk scent, has screwed with my head.
They don’t pop off. If anything, they take me deeper, moaning loudly. One hand slips under their skirt as they jack themselves. My balls draw up to hug the base.
“Kor.”
They keep going. With a few more passes, I come down their throat with a deep grunt.
I pull them to their feet so I can return the favor. Yanking their skirt and underwear down, I stroke them as I suck on their throat hard enough to leave a mark. Korie’s fingers dig into my biceps, then they crash against me, hips thrusting. The muffled way they say my name makes my head spin.
It’s not long before they come, hot and heavy in my hand. I watch their face as they ride out the pleasure.
Korie finally pulls away, laughing softly. “Guess we didn’t need the condoms, did we?”
I laugh. “Oh, I have a feeling we will soon enough. Don’t you worry.”
They give me a shy smile. “You think so?”
I kiss them. “Absolutely.”
The afternoon drags.
Not because work is bad. Honestly, it’s been a pretty decent shift. Easy customers, steady flow, enough to keep my hands busy without frying my brain. But every time I glance at the clock, I swear only three minutes have passed.
I stock a shelf and catch myself smiling like an idiot.
The last few days keep replaying in my head in little flashes. Korie laughing so hard they nearly snorted soda through their nose. The showers we’ve taken together. Their fingers tangled with mine while we wandered downtown last week with no actual plan. The way they’d leaned against me during a movie two nights ago, all sleepy and warm.
The way they’d straddled me on the couch last night, riding me.
And yeah. The sex too.
Definitely the sex.
We’ve gotten off almost every day lately, and each time it’s been just as good as the last, if not better.
Shit, I better not think about that here…
I adjust a row of protein bars that are already straight. If Ellis catches me grinning at absolutely nothing again, she’ll think I’ve officially lost it.
Things are just… good right now.
Really good.
Nothing has ever felt so right. Not even close.
We haven’t talked about what we’re doing again, and I don’t know if we should. I’m kinda just leaning in hard and praying I don’t screw it up.
I ring up a customer and barely process the interaction before my thoughts drift again.
Yeah. I’m definitely going over to Korie’s apartment after work again. No question.
By the time my shift finally ends, I’m practically jogging to my car.
Cole raises a brow at me on the way out, but I ignore him.
“See ya tomorrow!” I call.
