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CHAPTER SIX
GRANT
A shiver tingles down my spine at the touch of Brittany’s slick tongue to my ear while heat blasts through me as her words sink in. My dick doesn’t care about my body’s mishmash reactions, it goes stone hard.
I’m not a cool guy. I don’t get all the girls, and I’ve never cared about any of that.
This girl? I care about her a hell of a lot.
Do I want in her pants? A resounding hell yes.
That’s not all I want from her, though. I was inviting her over to watch a movie and if we ended up making out on the couch, that wouldn’t have hurt my feelings any.
This? This practically blows my mind.
Driving home, the urge to call Matt is strong and I quickly dismiss it. Do I need pointers on how to make love to the gorgeous woman of my dreams? Ummm… no. It’s more I’m excited and just feel the need to tell someone, and Matt’s pretty much my closest friend.
It’s only when Tory and I step into my place that reality hits me. Brittany is coming over and my house is a mess. I’m a bachelor who stays fairly busy with work. My downtime is spent outdoors with Tory, reading, or playing around on the computer and my house shows the sporadic cleanings haven’t been happening nearly enough. No time to hire a cleaning service like I should have months ago.
Like a man possessed, I whirl around the house, starting with my bedroom and bathroom and ending in the living room while praying Brittany doesn’t look too closely at things or open any closet doors.
I’ve worked up a sweat and my nose wrinkles at the reek of cleaning products oozing from my clothes and skin. A glance at my watch shows twenty minutes have passed since I got home. I might have time for a fast scrub. Tearing my clothes off as I go, I dump them on the bathroom floor and get in the shower before the water has even fully heated.
I’m scrubbing my hair when Tory’s bark ricochets through the house, followed closely by the hollow peels of the doorbell. White foamy shampoo streams down my face, straight into my eyes. With a muffled grunt of pain, I desperately swipe at my eyes and dip under the full force of the spray, hoping to rinse the soap out. Tory’s barking competes with the doorbell’s continuing noise and despite knowing it’s futile, I can’t help yelling, “I’m coming!”
Stumbling out of the shower, I grab a towel and wrap it around my waist and take off for the door, my eyes stinging and watering. A quick glance through the window blinds in the living room shows Brittany waiting on the steps.
I open the door, positioning myself carefully behind it in case any neighbors are strolling by. “Hi, come on in.”
Stepping inside, I close the door behind her and find her eyes riveted to me. “You got here faster than I thought,” I say, resisting the urge to cup my hands protectively in front of my cock, which is fully outlined by the wet towel.
Brittany grins. “So, it seems.”
Her blue eyes slowly move over me, lingering on my crotch. Quite eager for the attention, my dick lengthens and extends, parting the towel. Quickly, I shoot my hands down.
She comes closer, her slim fingers running along the edge of the towel. My stomach contracts at the contact, air hissing between my clenched teeth.
One hand comes down, gently prying my hands away from my dick, the other loosening the towel. “I don’t get the fun of undressing you, but I still get to enjoy unwrapping this.”
A fast tug and the towel drops around my feet, her warm hand gripping my hard cock.
My vague thoughts about taking this slow before Brittany showed up vanish the moment her fingers connect with my heated shaft. There is no slow, not between us. Everything has been intense and fast, so why should this be any different?
Locking my brown eyes with her bright blue ones, I take a step closer. Her hand, caught between us, clutches my aching cock tighter and a groan escapes me before I swoop my head down and take her mouth in a hungry, consuming kiss.
She strokes me while our lips part and tongues come into play, eager to pick up where we left off at the dog park. I grip her ass, palming the full softness encased in worn denim. The need to grind myself against her is almost overpowering. Instead, I thrust into the squeezing embrace of her hand.
Steadily, Brittany pumps my cock, giving the sensitive head a slight twist before stroking down my length again and again.
I leave her lips, trailing kisses down her chin, giving the underside a lick, tasting her. Moving lower, I nibble the strong line of her collarbone before the barrier of her shirt impedes me.
A low groan leaves me, and I nip her neck, my tongue swirling over the spot. “I’m naked. It’s time you were too.” I feel the way her entire body tenses up, her breath catching in her chest before releasing in a soft sigh.
Brittany gives my hard length a last squeeze, her short fingernails moving up my stomach, leaving heat everywhere she touches. I grab the hem of her t-shirt and tug upwards, revealing pale skin and then finally a shockingly bright pink bra as the orange shirt gets tossed on the hardwood floor.
The pink lace covers small breasts with hard little nipples poking the material out and begging for my mouth.
Reverently, my hands cup them, my thumbs peeling the lacy material down over light pink nipples that are budded up tight like tempting berries.
My cock throbs, jutting between us, a bead of pre-cum welling from the slit in the large straining head. Bending my head to suck Brittany’s nipple into my mouth, I notice the shiny wetness of me smearing onto her stomach. The pressure of release builds in my balls and I feel like a gangly adolescent about to prematurely shoot my load.
Unlatching my lips from Brittany’s nipple, I step back. Her eyes fly wide at the feel of my hands behind her knees and back and I scoop her up in my arms.
“Bedroom,” I mutter hoarsely.
