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She smiled big, amused by my words. Probably thinking it was some weird kink I was implementing, when in reality, I hadn't kissed anyone since New York. Even though I wanted to forget about that night, I was reminded of how kissing changed the dynamics of what I really wanted.
Had I never kissed Apple, maybe I wouldn't have still been thinking about her. Maybe I wouldn't have been fazed when I locked eyes with her on that field. Maybe I wouldn't even care.
So, I wouldn’t be kissing Molly, or anyone else for that matter. I wasn’t risking anymore feelings for her or for me.
“Take your pants down,” I told her. “Show me how wet you are.”
I knew she would be dripping. She was getting off just on the idea of being fucked. It didn’t matter to her what happened as long as she got an orgasm.
She opened her jeans just enough to welcome me in. “Come feel for yourself.”
I started to shake my head no, that I told her to show me and that was what I expected her to do, but I also realized I wasn’t even ready yet. I needed to touch her, get myself into the moment, and get my dick hard so I could go back to my hotel as soon as possible.
“Hands to yourself,” I warned her as I got closer. I held eye contact with her and slipped my right hand into the front of her tight jeans. Her panties were soaked, just like I thought they would be. When I bent a finger up to slide it inside of her, she moaned and started to reach for my shoulders. But I quickly took my free hand and held her back.
I started to move my hand, rubbing her clit at the same time I took my finger in and out of her. I added a second finger and she moaned louder, making me take my free hand from her arms to her mouth.
When I crooked my finger, I could feel her trembling. She had gotten so close, so fast. She knew what she wanted, and I found that incredibly appealing.
Unfortunately, my dick still wasn't stirring.
“Let me feel how hard you are,” she begged as I kept moving. But I wasn’t fucking hard, and she couldn’t know that. She would think I was broken.
Oh fuck, what if I was broken?
I closed my eyes and willed myself to harden. I thought about every sexy woman I had ever been with, every touch I had given. I tried to be in that moment with Molly, getting off on having a stranger on the rooftop of a club and how exciting it was supposed to be.
But my dick didn’t budge.
Not until my mind drifted back to New York. The way Charleigh tilted her head when I walked up to her. The way her smile shot straight to my cock and made me ache before I had ever touched her. I thought about the way she poked my chest playfully as I told her I wanted to take her upstairs to my room.
Only then, did I get hard for Molly.
But when I opened my eyes and saw her staring back at me with a look of lust and yearning, all I wanted to do was leave.
I really was broken.
Instead of sheathing myself with a condom and turning Molly around to fuck her, I just went harder with my hand. Pounding her as hard as I could from the awkward angle and pushing her over the edge before she could stop me.
She screamed my fake name, riding my hand until she had been satisfied. Then I pulled my hand from her jeans and took two steps back. Molly followed, attempting to grab my pants once again, but I shook my head.
I couldn't do it, not just physically, but mentally.
Molly saw the look on my face and pulled her jeans back into place. I thought she would be mad, but she smiled at me and grabbed the hand I just had in her pussy.
“She must be special,” Molly whispered before taking my fingers into her mouth. I was too stunned to stop her, but she cleaned herself from my fingers and then dropped my hand again. “Thanks for not leaving me hangin’.”
I stayed quiet and still as she walked back toward the door we came through. When she was gone, and the door slammed shut, I finally turned my head toward the wall. I walked over and looked down, still in some state of shock that I just turned down no-strings sex when I clearly needed out of my head.
The fact that I couldn’t get hard without Charleigh in my head had me fucked up. Had it been that bad since I met her? I guess I had no way to know because I hadn’t had sex since then. I must have gotten into a habit and was stuck.
“For fucks sake,” I mumbled to myself. “This is so fucked up.”
Chapter7
Charleigh
Sunday’s game started off easy.
