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To be fair, God, the man had a great cock.
I was no expert on these things. In fact, my actual experience with the opposite sex was, ha, almost embarrassingly lacking thanks to my abysmal social skills.
But, I mean, I think you just knew a good cock when you saw one. And his was that. Long and thick, hard as steel, yet almost silky-looking.
I never had such an intense urge to be able to reach out and feel the slide of someone’s length through my hand, or to work down their body, and take them into my mouth before.
My sex tightened hard in objection to being left out of the fantasy. And as we rode the elevator up to the apartment, I went ahead and let my mind go there, thinking of his weight on me, of his cock pressing against me, then sliding inside, taking me deeper than anyone ever had before.
Frida’s bark had me jerking out of the spicy little scene playing out in front of my very eyes, making me look to see myneighbor, Kylo, standing there, his hand holding the elevator car doors open, and looking at me with drawn-together brows.
“You good?” he asked, his dark gaze moving over me.
“I, ah, yeah,” I said, nodding.
“Sure? You’re… pink,” he said, waving at his own cheeks. “Shit, look at that,” he said, chuckling as the mention of me being flushed only made me blush harder. “That shit’s kinda cute, not gonna lie,” he admitted. “But… you good? You sick? Kid on a tricycle got your nerves all jangled?”
“It’s just, ah, hot,” I said, inwardly wincing at the crappy excuse. I mean, it was Florida. It was always hot. It was hardly a reason for a local to be so flushed.
“Alright,” he said, shrugging. “You, ah, coming out of there or what?” he asked.
“Right. Yeah,” I said, attempting to shake off my awkwardness, and moving out of the car. “Sorry,” I added.
“Darlin’, the fuck you apologizing for?” he asked, taking my place in the car, and I watched as the doors slid closed.
“I know, girl,” I said as Frida whimpered, wanting to get back into the apartment where she could get a nice dental chew while I ate my dinner.
Roaring Friday night we had planned.
All through picking at my food and trying to focus on a documentary about the history of motion pictures—that, objectively, I should have found fascinating—I felt the flush creeping over my skin. Until every inch of me felt overheated.
It wasn’t long before my own clothes felt scratchy on my sensitive skin, and I found myself throwing my half-eaten food into the fridge, and making my way into my bedroom to slip out of everything but a tank and panties.
But that didn’t seem to do anything to ease the ache building inside.
“Ugh,” I grumbled, finding myself reaching for my tablet.
Just to go and try to read something, distract myself.
But I didn’t even pretend to open my ebook app.
Oh, no.
I went right to PatronSinners and toggled over to my account, watching my little circle go green.
And there he was.
Green too.
Despite it being a Friday night, and a guy who looked like he looked really should have had something better to do.
Unless he was, you know, doing lives with other women.
My stomach knotted at the idea of that.
Which was absolutely ridiculous.
He was on an adult content site.
