Me
We’d already made it to homebase, and there was plenty of lingering.
I’d barely sent the text through and my phone vibrated in my hand, nearly making me drop it.
“Are you kidding me? What? When? How was he? Is he blessed like I imagine he is or did the sex gods finally even out the score and he has a willy the size of a snack bar?” She practically shouted through the phone in one long breath.
I giggled. “Full size, maybe even the king-bar size.”
“Jealous!”
My turn to sigh. It was good on me; too bad it seemed like it might have been just a weekend thing.
Silence hung between us and it was like she read my mind. “What now? Did he just drop you off and that was it?”
I hesitated, remembering how he asked me to stay with him longer and I’d panicked. “I, uh, well, he asked me to go back to his place, but I…”
“Why the fuck are you not there getting another round or two in?”
Good question. “I dunno, maybe the moment passed.”
“Bullshit. The man asked you, maybe not in so many ways, and you panicked.” Bingo. Did I mention how much she calls me on my shit? It’s annoying. “Girl, stop it. You have had some shitty guys. Have this one.”
“This is just pretend,” I scoffed.
She scoffed harder.
“Even better. That’s, like, a dream scenario. All the benefits and none of the risks. Let the man turn you into a wreck of orgasms while you can. And if you don’t come back walking sideways, I’ll be very disappointed!” I laughed. But yet, she may have made an excellent point. I heard some noise in the background. “Shit, I have to go. And so do you.” She hung up quickly.
Ugh. I hated when she was right. Why couldn’t I just enjoy whatever it was and have this? I tossed my last bit of laundry into the basket as the flash of Josh tearing them off me. A wave of heat flashed through me. Without another thought, I grabbed my keys and headed to Josh’s. The elevator ride felt like it took forever and when the doors opened, I practically leapt out of it, as if I was on the cusp of changing my mind.
Softly, I knocked on the door, bouncing on my toes nervously. A minute went by with nothing. I knocked once more. Maybe he went out? Or hell, maybe he had company… A sinking feeling hit me. I went to turn away when I heard the door click.
My mouth nearly dropped open when he stood in front of me, shirtless, in his trackpants and a wide grin. I didn’t even give him a chance to speak before I launched into his sculpted arms. He caught me with ease as his mouth fell onto mine with a deep passion that went all the way into my toes.
“I was hoping you’d show up,” he mumbled to me.
“You were?” I asked with ragged breath.
“I haven’t stopped thinking about your ass since this morning and I was about to go take care of my never-ending hard-on. I’ve been craving your thighs around me.”
“Maybe I can help with that,” I teased as my fingers dipped into his waistband, eliciting a hiss from him. Damn, I loved that sound.
In less than a hot minute, we were naked, fumbling through his living room before toppling onto the couch. His cock was begging to be let in and I was dripping with anticipation.
“Wait,” I breathed raggedly.
“What?” Josh yanked back in surprise.
“The windows.” His eyebrows knitted together and looked at me with wild eyes. “There’s no curtains. Someone will see.”
He smirked. “Let them.”
I swatted his chest. “Josh.”
“No one is going to be watching in the middle of the day and besides, let them watch me pound the fuck out of you.”
Jesus. The way his raspy voice breathed it into my ear had every fiber of my girly self-shouting “take me right now”, and before I could object any further, his fingers slipped between my thighs into my soaked pussy. My back arched in response.
