7. Jenny
“There is so much wrong with what you just said, I don’t even know where to start.” I pinch the bridge of my nose, trying to decide if this man is certifiable or serious.
“You can start by moving in with me. I have a three-car garage, and I only use one space. The rest can be for your business and your car.”
“No. Just no.”
“Why not?”
“Maybe because we just met?”
“Take that part out of the equation,” he gathers me in his arms, “and follow your instincts. What does your heart tell you to do?”
The truth is, my heart, my gut, and my cooter all scream to pack up this pathetic apartment and trust Eaton. But I’ve been wrong before, and I don’t really trust myself. At least not yet.
“I’m sorry, Eaton. I have to let my head take the lead on this one.”
I expect him to argue or at least look disappointed, but a cheeky grin appears on his handsome face before he releases me. “We’ll see.”
“We already saw. I said no. At least not until we’ve been on some dates, gotten to know each other better.”
“Sure,” he says dismissively, irritating the hell out of me. I made my choice, and I can’t be persuaded. “Where’s your bedroom?”
“Down that way. There’s a path between the boxes.” I point in the direction, and he turns to find it. “Wait. I didn’t say you could go in there.”
“Then you better come stop me.”
What is he doing? And why won’t he listen to me? My temper flares to life, and my cheeks heat for an entirely different reason. If this man thinks he can barge into my life and make decisions for me, he’s wrong. He has no idea who he’s dealing with. I may not have the best track record with men, but I’ve learned a lot in my thirty years of life, and I won’t allow anyone to walk all over me like this.
I stomp down the narrow path leading to my room, noting that I can barely pass through anymore. Every inch of available space is used for I.C.B.I.N.J., as I lovingly call it, because the full name is quite the mouthful, and honestly, I don’t mind seeing my free space shrink. My business is my life, but I look forward to the day I can afford a bigger space.
Scathing words are on the tip of my tongue, ready to spew at Eaton, but when I find him on my bed in all his naked glory, I freeze. A man like him should be carved into stone so people can admire him long after he’s gone. He’s gorgeous in an unattainable way, the kind of guy you see on the streets and drool over but know you could never get.
“Lose the dress, Baby Cakes.” Laid out on my pale pink comforter covered in dainty strawberries, he radiates raw masculinity. With one arm stretched confidently over his head and the other resting on his hip, he fists his throbbing member, lazily stroking himself as he savors every sensation.
I was angry when I walked in here, though I can’t remember why. Even if I did, my mouth has gone dry and I couldn’t speak if I wanted to. His cock is veined and large, with a prominent ridge going down the underside. The spongy mushroom head has a deep slit, and god, it’ll look beautiful when his rich, milky cum is shooting from it.
He’s already seen most of my body under unforgiving fluorescent light, so I feel confident as I lift the fabric up and over my head under the dim, warm glow from my lamp. Tossing it to the side, I walk over to the bed, trying not to fret over the jiggle of my thighs or the way my pooch moves with each step. I love my body and under normal circumstances, I wouldn’t think twice about showing it off, but Eaton Beavers is not a normal circumstance. He’s the most perfect specimen of man to ever exist.
“Goddamn, Baby. You’re so beautiful it hurts to look at you.” His eyes are hooded as he takes in every inch of me. I’d think he was blowing smoke up my ass if lust wasn’t so clearly written all over his face. “Come here.”
I climb on the bed and straddle his hips, groaning as his cock nestles perfectly between my lower lips, making contact with my little bundle of nerves. Why does this feel like home? I’ve never felt more calm or comfortable than I do right here with Eaton. And I’m not talking about us being naked and our privates making nice. I’m talking about the peace in my heart and soul that I’ve felt since we’ve been together.
He rubs his hands up and down my thighs. “I love that you’re so soft. I know that’s probably wrong to say, but it’s the truth. If you decided tomorrow that you wanted to lift weights and become a bodybuilder, I’d fully support you. But it’s the way you look right now that I’d be fantasizing about each time we fucked.”
“You’re just saying that.”
He sits upright and cradles my face in his palms. My breasts flatten against his hard chest, sending shockwaves through my core. “I’m not.”
There’s nothing but honest-to-God truth in his eyes, and my heart swells. “You don’t have to worry about me becoming a body builder. I try to eat healthy, except for weekends when I splurge. I walk a few miles every day to get my steps in, but I have no desire to do any more than that. Especially since my doctor tells me how healthy I am each year.”
“Good. I want to grow old with you.”
I push him back down. “Right now, there’s only one thing I’m interested in watching grow.”
“Oh yeah?”
My answer is to slide my dripping wet cunt up and down his taco warmer. The sight captivates us both as my pussy lips mold to him. Something about pleasuring myself this way feels lewd, like we’re teenagers wanting to get off without having sex.
Actually, that might be kind of fun. I wonder if Eaton likes to role-play.
“My mom and your dad would kill us if they knew about this,” I say.
He only looks at me strangely for a second before understanding lights up his features. “Don’t worry. We won’t get caught.”
“That’s why I can’t allow you inside me. I’m not on birth control, and I don’t know what we’d do if I got pregnant.”
Some men will run for the hills at the mention of a baby, even if it’s just role-playing, but Eaton has the opposite response. A long string of yummy-looking pre-cum spills from his tip, and his breaths pick up speed.
“You won’t get pregnant, Baby. I’ll pull out. I promise.” He flashes me a wolfish grin as he palms my breast, strumming my nipple with his thumb. I gasp, and my pussy clenches. She’s disappointed when there’s nothing there. I feel ya, sister.
“I don’t know. It’s risky. . .”
In a move I don’t see coming, he rolls us over so he’s on top. It’s not my favorite position because my breasts tend to naturally hang to the side, something I don’t think is particularly attractive, but Eaton must not mind because the first thing he does is push them together and feast. He takes long draws of each nipple before flicking the tips, reminding me of just how talented his mouth is.
When he’s had his fill, he wedges his knees under my ass, tilting my pelvis up. “How about just the tip? Would that be okay?”
“You’ll pull out?”
“Swear to god.”
“Okay,” I breathe out, loving that he’s playing along.
“I’ve been dreaming about this moment. I jack off every night thinking about how good you’d feel.”
“I know. I can hear you through the walls, and each time I rub my little cunnie listening to you call my name as you come.”
“Fuck, that turns me on even more.” He spreads my pussy lips and gathers saliva in his mouth with a “hawk tuah” before spitting right on my hole. My eyes widen in shock, but my clit throbs and my nipples pucker almost painfully. That was so fucking hot. “Ah, my dirty girl likes being spit on.”
“Eaton, please. I need you.”
He teases my hole with the tip of cock before slapping my pussy with his shaft. I’ve never been with a man who has dirtier desires than I do. Logically, I knew they existed, but I never thought I’d be this lucky to find one.
I think I’m falling in love.