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Between us, I can feel my cock begin to throb. I wouldn’t have thought it possible, but I want her now more than ever.
I fucking need her.
I release my frantic grip from her waist, letting my hands slide upward. My fingers glide over her ribs, settling on her unbelievable tits.
The way she feels makes me crazy.
Always has.
Despite the fact that she’s kissing me back, I’m still surprised when her hands begin to move as well.
They find my hips, fingers digging into my skin.
I most definitely should have spoken up three years ago.
I can’t actually believe how easy it was to break through to her, and I’m kicking myself for not trying sooner.
Her hands slide down, over my belt, trailing across my pants, into my pocket.
My fingers are in her hair, my tongue is in her mouth as her hand glides against my cock, mere fabric separating us.
I push against her, wanting her to feel every inch of my throbbing cock. Needing her to feel what she does to me.
She breaks contact so quickly, I almost continue kissing thin air.
That’s all I fucking need.
“Sammi,” I choke out, “look, darl—”
She raises her hand, cutting me off mid-sentence.
There’s a look on her face that I haven’t seen before. Some kind of elaborate play of mixed emotions. I have no idea what to make of it.
Maybe it’s because all the blood is still rushing to my cock, or maybe I really am just that enamored with her…but it takes me a ridiculously long time to figure it out.
As it is, it’s only the sound of jangling coming from her hand that clues me in.
I look down at myself, seeing the fabric of my now inside-out pocket.
It stands erect, a sad imitation of my throbbing dick.
It’s like the world’s worst magic trick.
That little sneak.
So the only reason she kissed me back was to get into my pocket.
The pocket where I keep my keys, of course.
“Sammi…”
“Nope!” she says, turning towards my bike.
She swings her leg over, hands gripping the handles like a pro.
I could probably stop her, but I’m a little distracted by how sexy she looks straddling my ride.
Reminds me of all the times she’s straddled—
