AllFreeNovel
Share Us
She grins shyly at me. "I think it’s best if I call it a night."
She turns and fiddles with her keys. She pushes one into the door and turns it. I hear the lock click open. She pulls the door open and looks over her shoulder.
"Goodnight," she says.
I lift my hand in a half-wave, confused. She smiles and closes the door behind her. I'm left standing on the sidewalk, feeling like an idiot.
I turn around and push my hands into my pockets. I look left and right, hesitating before walking to my car. What now?
When I get in, I lean forward and glance up at the apartment building through my car window. What just happened?
I turn over the ignition, and the car hums to life. I pull onto the road and point the nose of my car home. It looks like I'm going to sleep alone tonight.
My mind spins. Everything had gone right through the night. The dinner had been superb, the conversation had been interesting, and she’d looked like she liked me. Nothing had gone wrong, and still, she hadn’t invited me in.
Women never reject me. They usually can't wait to get into bed with me. No one says no to me. Why did Nicole do it? It wasn’t like I didn’t have a lot to offer. I had done everything the way I usually did. The charm, the expensive restaurant, the drive home, the kiss. All of it had been magical. Up until the point where she’d refused to invite me in.
To say I'm confused is a gross understatement. I'm reeling with the rejection.
When I arrive home, I park under the building in my parking spot and walk to the elevator. I push the button for the penthouse and watch the screen above the door as it runs through the numbers.
The elevator door slides open, and I step out into my foyer. I unlock my door and lock it again behind me. For a moment, I look around. I feel irritated, frustrated.
I strip off my clothes and climb into bed. There's nothing else to do.
When I lie in bed and close my eyes, Nicole is everywhere. I see her eyes again, her hands, her lips. God, those lips.
I want her. I want every inch of her. Her rejection just makes it that much worse. My body aches. My erection strains against the covers, begging for the attention it hasn't gotten tonight. I would be helping her out of her clothes right now if she hadn’t sent me home. I would be running my fingers over her arms, down to her perfect hands. I would be guiding her hand to my sex, letting her feel how much I want her.
I can just imagine her smooth, milky skin. What it would feel like. What it would smell like.
I slide my hand underneath the bed sheets and palm my erection. The flesh is hot and heavy in my hand.
Struggling with the reality of what’s happening, I loosen my grip, my hand dropping to my thigh as I strain to talk myself off the ledge. There’s no way I’m about to jerk off like a teenager, not when I have so many willing companions only waiting for a phone call.
Glancing down, it’s like my cock is staring back at me, throbbing. This is crazy. I’ve been hard since I sat down to dinner with Nicole, certain I was having a happy ending tonight. I can’t believe I’m actually lying in bed alone; the realization actually brings a dark laugh to my chest.
I’ve never had a girl turn me on this way, and there’s definitely never been a wait. I feel like I’m going through an obstacle course for her sex, and it’s not as fun as one might expect. Don’t get me wrong; she’s hot. Actually, she’s more than that. Nicole is stunning, beautiful even, and I rarely use that word.
It’s that innocence about her. She looks like such a good girl, but I bet she’s got a dark side that comes to life in the bedroom. If she doesn’t I’m going to introduce her to it. If I’ve got to, I’ll birth the nasty side of her. Lord knows it wouldn’t be the first time I turned a girl out. I’ve got to be careful with her, though. The last thing I want is another clingy girl, strung out on cock.
My phone vibra
tes on the nightstand and I glance at the email notification, debating calling a girl over for the night. Truthfully, I don’t want to sleep with anyone, I just want to fuck, so they’d have to be down to get in, get off, and then get out.
Running my hand over my raging cock, I'm trying to ease it unsuccessfully. There’s nothing that’s going to make this go down but a release, and knowing I don’t want anyone else in bed with me leaves me with few options.
My palm is gripping my thigh, itching to wrap around the shaft of my length, but I don’t want to rub one out in bed like a high school reject. There’s no way this girl will have me stooping to that level with her little games. I bet she does this with every guy she dates. She’s probably one of those girls with a book of rules and a set number of dates before you gain entry.
Well, she’s got my attention, and I don’t care how many loops I have to get through, I’m fucking Nicole one way or another. My hips rise as I think about plunging into her sweet, tight pussy. I bet she gets so wet just sitting across from me. I can tell she’s attracted to me. She blushes after every other thing I say, and when I compliment her she looks like I’ve asked her to marry me.
Fuck, she’s so sweet. I want her bad, and I really don’t like this feeling. It’s unfamiliar as fuck to want a girl and not be able to look over at her in my bed. What’s more common is looking over and not wanting a hot broad there any longer. I don’t enjoy this difference at all.
Pulling my cover up to my chest, I try to ignore my needy bulge, opting instead to focus on the television. Grabbing the remote that controls all the electronics in my room, I begin to flick through the television channels, a small voice in the back of my mind telling me to turn to the porno channels, but I shake my head to fight the urge.
You’re not a fucking loser, I actually whisper aloud as if I need a reminder. This girl has my head all fucked up. Shit, maybe I should call a broad over, just to suck me off. The thought makes my hips shift again, this time the head of my cock touches the cool comforter and the sensation makes me groan a little.
My mind scrolls through the list of potential girls I can call over, as I quickly find a reason to reject each option. The fact is, I don’t just want to cum. I want to cum for Nicole. She’s the woman my cock is throbbing for, and no one else will do.
