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Looking into his eyes, I smirked. He knew that look more than anything, and it seemed to reassure him. As he started to undo his belt buckle, I sank down against the door to the floor, spreading my legs just so slightly as I continued to gaze up at him with half-lidded eyes. Maybe it was the dim, rose-colored lighting of the elegant bathroom, or the fact that it was drenched in the scent of some sort of aphrodisiac. Maybe it was just because we hadn’t seen each other in months. Maybe I just missed—a little too much, and didn’t know how bad it was.
But I wanted to fuck him.
Needed to.
Pierre stripped down his pants, and I couldn’t help but blush even stronger at seeing the bulge growing beneath the cloth of his boxers. He was wearing a pair that was patterned with small prints of baseballs. Obviously, he hadn’t expected to get laid tonight.
He was too darn adorable.
Pierre must’ve seen me holding back a laugh, my lips trembling a bit until he knelt down in front of me. I didn’t realize that he’d peeled his boxers down all the way and flung them to the floor, because now, he knelt before me with his dick just inches away from the middle of my thighs. I wasn’t even undressed myself.
He held out the condom.
“Could you …” I could see he was about to fall apart if I had to finish the sentence for him. But I understood, and took it from him.
“This is your first time, huh?” I said, as if I was some sort of seasoned prostitute. In a way, I guess I was. Shaking my head at the thought, I took the condom from him. Pierre snorted.
“And it isn’t yours?”
I froze just as I was about to reach for his cock. What did he mean, is it mine? Pierre seemed to realize what was going through my head, because he reached for my chin, and guided my eyes to his.
“He really is fucking you, isn’t he? You weren’t joking?”
I swallowed, and nodded. There was nothing else to say. Way to ruin the moment wouldn’t have been appropriate.
He let out another snort, as if to say he didn’t care, that he’d proceed to go down on me anyway just because we’ve gotten this far. Instead, he leaned down so that the side of his head was resting against mine. I felt his hand skim the elastic of my sweatpants, and his lips brush against my ear the same way they always did to whisper so many secrets, so many stories. Except this time, it wasn’t just his breath that made my face warm.
“Bet he can’t fuck you like I will,” he purred, guiding my hand to his own cock. His skin was soft, warm. He let out a soft gasp, as if the slightest touch was more than enough pleasure to make him cum right then and there. His words still ran like chills through my mind as I slipped the condom over the head of his cock and began to slowly, painfully, roll it up his shaft.
“Go easy,” I replied, a little too late than I would’ve in our normal bouts of banter. “Don’t want to give you blue balls, or something.”
He laughed at that, which made me crack a smile in return. It was a joke I had probably made at least a dozen times before. This was the only time it applied in a literal sense.
Once I was done dressing up his dick, I sank back a little more toward the floor and allowed Pierre to yank off my pants. I knew for a fact that my pussy was soaking, ready for a good fight, but Pierre’s eyes widened in surprise as he looked me over.
Out of instinct, I gave him a little slap on the face. “What the fuck are you cowering at?”
He blinked, as I’d snapped him out of some disturbing flashback. Just as he was about to respond, someone knocked on the door. I flinched away from it.
Way to ruin a girl’s moment.
“Hurry up in there, please,” a shrill woman’s voice said. “We’ve been waiting fifteen minutes.”
“Shit,” Pierre said, standing up to grab his pants, his dick still hard and covered as he began stretching his pants back over his legs.
I leaned back against the door, as if I didn’t plan on budging.
“What’re you doing?” I asked innocently, a smirk toying at the corners of my lips.
Pierre paused for a brief moment to give me a deadpan look.
“Leaving.”
I tilted my head to the side, giving him a naïve pout. “Why? They can wait fifteen minutes more, can’t they?”
I was just joking, but Pierre threw me venomous glance over his shoulder as he bent down to pick my clothes from the floor.
“Don’t be stupid. Let’s get out of here.”
