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“It would be very rude if you didn’t introduce me to them.” She sits up and buries her face into the front of my shirt, her shoulders bouncing in laughter. I bend down, placing a kiss on the top of her head, inhaling her peach scent. “Let’s get out of here.” Backing away, I give her space so she can slide her legs into the car. Once she’s in, I close the door.
On the entire drive to her house her hands were all over me. Starting innocently with her hand on my thigh, she would drag her finger nails up and down over the fabric. Then her dainty hand would rub then squeeze. By the time I turned onto her street, my dick was aching and straining against my zipper.
Now we’re at her apartment and it’s time for me to return the favor. Let’s see how much she can concentrate on unlocking her door. Standing behind her, I drag my fingertips up the outside of her thighs, over her hips, until I get to her waist. With feather-light touches, my fingers dance across her torso and up the center of her chest. At the same time, I press a kiss to her shoulder, then up to her neck, and make my way to the spot behind her ear that drives her wild. I tug on her ear lobe with my teeth as her head falls back to my chest. A soft moan escapes her lips as she fumbles with her keys before they clatter to the ground.
“See? It’s hard to concentrate when someone’s distracting you.”
“Shut up. If we don’t get on the other side of this door in five seconds, my neighbors will know more than just your name.”
I place one more kiss on her neck before bending down and picking up the keys. Slowly I rise, pressing my front to her back, my obvious hard on poking her along the way. I reach around and very carefully push the key into the lock. Frustrated at my pace, Parisa places her hand over mine, twisting the key and shoving the door open, taking me with her.
Once we’re through the doorway, she tosses her keys toward a small table next to the door, but they end up hitting the side and falling to the floor. Turning around she shoves me up against the closed door.
“Is this how we’re going to do it?” I’m even more turned on by her assertiveness.
“It’s always my way.”
That’s what she thinks. Bending down, I wrap my arms under her butt and instinctively her legs wrap around my waist. I walk forward a few feet and when her butt hits the table I deposit her on top while stepping between her spread legs. I snake my hands up her back until they wrap around her loose stands, lightly tugging down so she’s forced to look up at me. With my fingers still wrapped in her hair I crash my lips to hers. Her hands grip my waist, pulling me forward. My tongue presses into the seam of her lips seeking entrance. Her lips part and our tongues meet in a fury of heat and passion. Stroking and caressing. My fingers comb through her soft locks, while hers creep under my shirt and up my bare back. Then her nails drag back down, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. But then she pulls away, mumbling against my lips.
“Is your leg vibrating, or are you just happy to see me?”
“Shit.” I dig into my pocket to check my phone. A text from Trey flashes across the screen. I ignore it and shove it back into my pocket and continue showering Parisa with kisses. On her cheek. Behind her ear. Down her neck. But my vibrating phone interrupts once again. Pulling my phone from my pocket I notice a string of text messages from Trey. This time I turn my phone to silent and toss it across the table. He’s done interrupting all the dirty things I’m going to do to Parisa. “Now where were we?”
“I think we were about to introduce you to my neighbors.” She tugs the end of my bow tie until it’s in her grasp. “We’ll need this later.” She places the fabric on the table next to her then unbuttons my shirt until it hangs open. Her fingertips trail down my chest, over the small patch of hair, and down my abs. My hooded eyes watch in fascination as she takes in every inch of my bare chest. Hazel eyes peer up at me through long lashes, lust and passion pool in her irises. Reaching down, she grabs the bottom of her shirt and tugs up. The fabric slowly drags across her stomach and over her lace covered breasts. I assist her with taking it off completely, then she tosses it behind her. Bending down, I place a kiss on the swell of her left breast, then do the same to the right. Parisa’s head tilts back, lips parted, relishing in the sensation. I skim my fingertips up her rib cage until I reach her bra. I cup each breast before giving them a gentle squeeze, my thumbs brushing over each taught nipple. A moan escapes Parisa as she rubs her denim covered pussy against my thigh, seeking any type of friction to satisfy her arousal. My fingers dip inside each cup of her bra and pull down, freeing her perky tits. My mouth descends on her left nipple, sucking and biting on the hard nub while my hand grips and squeezes the right. I swirl my tongue around the hard peak before releasing it with a pop. Then I repeat the motion on the right.
“Fuck. Your tits are perfection.” I continue to kiss and suck my way around each breast as Parisa’s moans and pants become louder and more frequent.
Parisa grips my jaw with her thumb and pointer finger and turns my face to hers and looks me directly in the eyes. “Seth, I’m only going to say this once. If I don’t orgasm, I might commit murder.”
“We can’t have that now, can we?” From the corner of my eye, I see my phone light up with a message. “Damn, Trey,” I mutter under my breath.
“What’s wrong?”
“Just Trey being…Trey. Enough about him. Time to get back to more important things.” I bend at the knees and press my shoulder into Parisa’s stomach and lift. She lets out a squeal as she dangles upside down and her hands grip my waist for balance. I wrap one arm around the back of her thighs to make sure she doesn’t fall and carry her to her bedroom.
The next morning, I stir awake to find a set of arms and legs tangled with mine. A mess of familiar auburn hair rests against my chest. I turn my head, the blue numbers of Parisa’s alarm clock illuminate 8:42 am. I’m not one for sleeping in, so usually when the sun rises, I’m not too far behind. But after last night and Parisa’s persistence of an orgasm marathon, I must have needed the extra rest. Untangling myself from Parisa and the comforter, I make quick work to find my clothes and get dressed while Parisa groans and rolls over. When I make my way out to the kitchen, I spot my phone on the table and decide to see what Trey had to say. Picking up my phone and unlocking it, I’m not greeted with messages from Trey but instead it’s notification after notification of missed calls from my dad, my brother, and my sister. Finally, I get to a text message from my brother and click it open.
Marcus
Mom’s in the hospital.
Twenty
Dirty little secret
Seth
As soon as I see the message, I collect the rest of my things, and I’m out the door. I feel bad for not waking Parisa to tell her I have to go, but my main focus is on my mom. While running down the three flights of stairs I repeatedly dial my brother, then my dad, then my brother again, but no one answers. There are two hospitals in town, so she has to be at one of those. Luckily, they’re close together, so I won’t take too long if I guess wrong the first time.
Once I reach the bottom, I shove the door open. A blast of cold air hits my face, my heavy breathing casting a misty cloud in front of me. Tearing open my car door, I jam the key into the ignition and turn. My car sparks to life and I wait a minute before throwing it into drive. I use my handsfree to call my brother one more time and he finally answers.
“Marcus, where’s Mom?”
“Oh, look who decided to use their phone.”
“I was busy. Which hospital are you at?”
“Too busy to answer your phone even after repeated phone calls?”
