37. Gwen
thirty-seven
Gwen
Present
It’s a little before sunset when I steer my car up the driveway to Lance’s home. Reaching for my phone, I tap open the smart home app and remote open the garage.
I park my car in my reserved spot and cut the engine with a sigh.
It wasn’t my plan to return here tonight, but when I got in the car, my autopilot switched on and I ended up at Lance’s place instead of mine. I blame Lance and his wicked mouth.
I haven’t stopped thinking about our kiss this morning. About my feelings. Our relationship. My next steps.
Work was the only thing that kept sane today.
The house is quiet—too quiet—as I enter, turning on lights and slipping off my shoes by the door. Feels cold and empty. Almost lifeless without Lance.
I hate that he’s back at the stadium, getting ready to leave for his flight while I’m here alone. Traveling is part of playing professional baseball, but I’m not sure I’ll ever get used to his travel schedule.
A hollow ache of loneliness blooms in my chest.
Appetite lost, I bypass the kitchen and head for our bedroom.
Our bedroom.
The thought has me smiling as I strip off my clothes and place them in the laundry basket in the walk-in closet. Our bedroom is how Lance would describe it.
I rub my fist over the ache in my sternum and take a slow, deep breath. Sleeping here without Lance feels both right and wrong. He would love to know I’m here safe and sound while he’s away.
Maybe a long, hot bath will help me relax so I can figure some things out.
Grabbing the soft pink robe—a gift from Lance—from the hook behind the door, I slip it on. It’s soft like I’d imagine a cloud to be, fluffy and light.
I freeze, catching a whiff of citrus and pepper. Lifting the robe’s collar to my nose, I take a deep inhale, breathing in the remnants of Lance’s cologne that still clings to the fabric.
The delicious scent stokes the dormant fire in my lower belly. Linked by desire, my needy clit pulses.
My gaze drifts toward the wall of windows and lands on the pool, where only hours ago Lance and I kissed.
The memory of his hands wrapped around my body, as he explored my mouth with his tongue and rubbed his cock over my heated core, has hot and wet lust gushing between my legs and dripping down my inner thighs.
The need for relief overwhelms my senses and leads me to the king-sized bed in the middle of the room. I climb onto the mattress, lie back against the pillows, and untie the sash of my robe, letting it fall open around me. The cool air hits my skin and pebbles my nipples.
My skin prickles, hot and ready, as I run my nails down the middle of my torso to my aching pussy. I’m so worked up thinking about Lance that my usual need for a vibrator is unnecessary.
I dip my fingers down to my entrance, gathering my arousal on my fingertips and placing them on my clit. With a gentle touch, I tease myself, pressing harder with each circle around the sensitive bud.
As my heart rate climbs, my breath quickens and the ache between my legs grows taught. Not wanting to come so soon, I remove my fingers from my clit and dip them back down into my entrance, pushing them deep inside me. Imaging its Lance inside me instead.
The air in the room turns electric. Awareness that I’m being watched has me opening my eyes.
I freeze.
Standing in the doorway, jaw clenched and hands gripping the sides of the frame, is Lance. His heavy-lidded and intense stare is fixed on me. Dark like a stormy sea, ready to ravage my shores.
“Don’t stop. Keep going,” he rasps. His gaze drops to the space between my legs. “Please let me watch you come.”
With a nod, I slowly slide my fingers in and out of my pussy.
Lance’s tongue sweeps across his lips. “Wait. Grab my pillow and put it under your hips.”
I do as he asks and reach for his pillow, placing it under my hips.
“Such a good fucking girl,” he croons. His words slither over my sensitive skin in a heated caress. “Now, keep going. Touch that pretty little pussy for me.”
With his eyes on me, I spread my legs wider and dip my fingers between my legs, alternating between rubbing my aching clit with my fingers and dipping them into my soaked channel.
Having Lance’s eyes on me makes touching myself so much hotter. My hips buck, seeking to please not just myself but him too. My orgasm edges closer to the finish line.
My pelvic muscles tense, and I can feel myself on the precipice, but the edge is just out of my reach. I need something more. Something to push me over.
“Lance.” His name is a plea on my tongue. Begging for help. “I need. I need …”
“I know what you need, little witch, but I can’t touch you. If I do, I’ll never leave. You can do this. Imagine it’s my dick moving in and out of that tight, wet pussy of yours.”
Not taking my eyes off him for a second, I do what he says.
Lance watches me, his gaze hungry like that of a rabid wolf ready to pounce on his next meal. But his resolve is steady as he stays in the doorway.
“That’s it. Fuck those fingers for me.” Lance grips his hard shaft over his slacks, adjusting himself.
The sound of my wet sex and moans of pleasure fills the room.
“Sexiest woman on the planet, in my bed, fucking herself. Best thing I’ve ever seen.” Lance’s chest rises and falls with every quick breath he takes. His blue eyes keep me floating above the surface like a lifesaver.
My muscles tighten, and my clit pulses beneath my fingertips.
“Keep one hand inside you and place your other on your clit.”
I obey, placing my fingertips on my clit and massaging the swollen nub. In just a few strokes, my thighs shake as the coil between my legs draws tight, ready to snap.
“Oh, yes, Lance,” I pant, breath ragged and scratchy.
“You’re so close, baby. Let go. I need you to come all over my pillow right fucking now. Soak it with your cum. I want to smell your sweet cunt on the fabric when I fall asleep at night.”
His dirty words push me over the edge, and I burst into a million pieces of shimmering light.
“Lance,” I chant as euphoria explodes, like a raging fire behind my pelvic bone, and spreads from my center out, curling my toes.
“You look so fucking pretty when your skin flushes and you come all over my pillow,” Lance grunts, his voice thick and gritty.
Seconds pass as I softly land back on the ground from one of the best orgasms of my life.
Lifting onto my elbows, I stare at Lance, who is still standing at the door. Not a shred of embarrassment fills me as I lie naked and spread-eagle in bed. His eyes roam every inch of my body.
“I’m so sorry. I know I wasn’t supposed to be here.”
“You never have to apologize for being here, Gwen.”
“Aren’t you supposed to be on a plane right now?”
“Not for another couple of hours. Had to come back because I forgot something.”
“What’s that?”
“My pillow.”
I throw my head back and laugh at the ceiling. “Of course that’s what you came back for.”
“You know I never travel without it. And now I’m never getting rid of it.”
“Do you need a ride back?”
He nudges his chin over his shoulder. “I’ve got a car out front waiting for me.”
“Okay.”
Lance’s body lurches forward, but thinking better of it, he pulls back. “I really want to kiss you right now, but I don’t think I should.”
Because we won’t stop.
The unspoken promise passes between us.
“Probably for the best.” I bite my lip. Pulling his pillow out from beneath my hips, I throw it at him. “Don’t forget this.”
He catches it and brings it to his nose, inhaling the fabric. “Your cum smells so good. Fucking mouthwatering.”
My needy pussy contracts at his compliment.
“I have to go,” he growls. I can hear the hesitation in his hoarse voice. I don’t want him to go either, but he has to. He has to play, and I need time to decide.
I nod. “I know.”
“We are talking about this later,” he says.
“I know.” I exhale a shaky laugh.
“I’ll text when I land and call you tomorrow.”
“Okay.”
“See you in six days.”
“Six days,” I repeat.
Pillow clutched in his hands, Lance shoots me a wink and a wicked grin before he leaves.
I fall back onto the bed, drunk off my orgasm and the idea of Lance sleeping on a pillow covered in my arousal.
Bath forgotten, I drift off to sleep, happy and content.