28. APRIL
APRIL
I stood at the edge of my bed, tossing my clothes from the weekend into my laundry basket, forcing my brain to stop replaying everything that happened from the bunkie to the drive home.
Something shifted and it wasn’t just because we had sex.
I blew out a breath when a hot flash ran down my body, right to my center. Yeah, yeah, the sex was great.
But it was over now. The weekend was over. Jake and Millie’s was a surprise. I hadn’t known what to expect, but this was part of the deal. We may have pulled off my half, but we still had the harder part, his bet. The guys would see through everything.
I thought back to our goodbye. Josh had asked me to go back to his place.
I was so tempted, but I let myself overthink it.
The hesitation was enough to have Josh second guess it himself, which made things awkward as both of us stood there wondering, what next?
Our fake-dating deal was moving into the final round and now that sex had come into play, it was weird.
I’d spent the last few weeks carefully planning all the details to get away with our shenanigans and not once did the what after come into play, nor did I think we would cross that line. Yet, here I was, standing in my hall, thinking about him and how badly I wanted to go back to his place.
Ugh. Why didn’t you just say yes? You damn well know you wanted to.
My inner voice kicked at me like a bucking bronco.
I glanced at the clock, it had been forty minutes.
I teetered my head back and forth, debating about going upstairs.
Had it been too long? Would it be weird if I suddenly showed up?
What would Nora say if she was here? She’d tell me to stop overthinking and go get some.
I chuckled. Just then, my phone lit up. It was Nora.
Me
Your ears burning?
Nora
Maybe.
Anything burning on you??
I snorted.
Me
Funny.
Nora
Please tell me the weekend left you incredibly satisfied and not just because you shoved your man candy down your sister’s throat, making her eat her words.
Me
Yes!
Nora
(Sends an image of Phoebe and Rachel dancing and clapping.)
I knew you could do it.
Me
If you only knew…
Nora
When will you be home? I want all the details!
Me
Just got in a few minutes ago.
Nora
Already? No lingering around for some extra base time huh?
I shook my head at her terrible baseball pun. Then debated on telling her about my weekend, but maybe over text wasn’t the best. But a teaser would be fun.
Me
We’d already made it to homebase, and there was plenty of lingering.
I’d barely sent the text through and my phone vibrated in my hand, nearly making me drop it.
“Are you kidding me? What? When? How was he? Is he blessed like I imagine he is or did the sex gods finally even out the score and he has a willy the size of a snack bar?” She practically shouted through the phone in one long breath.
I giggled. “Full size, maybe even the king-bar size.”
“Jealous!”
My turn to sigh. It was good on me; too bad it seemed like it might have been just a weekend thing.
Silence hung between us and it was like she read my mind. “What now? Did he just drop you off and that was it?”
I hesitated, remembering how he asked me to stay with him longer and I’d panicked. “I, uh, well, he asked me to go back to his place, but I…”
“Why the fuck are you not there getting another round or two in?”
Good question. “I dunno, maybe the moment passed.”
“Bullshit. The man asked you, maybe not in so many ways, and you panicked.” Bingo. Did I mention how much she calls me on my shit? It’s annoying. “Girl, stop it. You have had some shitty guys. Have this one.”
“This is just pretend,” I scoffed.
She scoffed harder.
“Even better. That’s, like, a dream scenario.
All the benefits and none of the risks. Let the man turn you into a wreck of orgasms while you can.
And if you don’t come back walking sideways, I’ll be very disappointed!
” I laughed. But yet, she may have made an excellent point.
I heard some noise in the background. “Shit, I have to go. And so do you.” She hung up quickly.
Ugh. I hated when she was right. Why couldn’t I just enjoy whatever it was and have this?
I tossed my last bit of laundry into the basket as the flash of Josh tearing them off me.
A wave of heat flashed through me. Without another thought, I grabbed my keys and headed to Josh’s.
The elevator ride felt like it took forever and when the doors opened, I practically leapt out of it, as if I was on the cusp of changing my mind.
Softly, I knocked on the door, bouncing on my toes nervously. A minute went by with nothing. I knocked once more. Maybe he went out? Or hell, maybe he had company… A sinking feeling hit me. I went to turn away when I heard the door click.
My mouth nearly dropped open when he stood in front of me, shirtless, in his trackpants and a wide grin. I didn’t even give him a chance to speak before I launched into his sculpted arms. He caught me with ease as his mouth fell onto mine with a deep passion that went all the way into my toes.
“I was hoping you’d show up,” he mumbled to me.
“You were?” I asked with ragged breath.
“I haven’t stopped thinking about your ass since this morning and I was about to go take care of my never-ending hard-on. I’ve been craving your thighs around me.”
“Maybe I can help with that,” I teased as my fingers dipped into his waistband, eliciting a hiss from him. Damn, I loved that sound.
In less than a hot minute, we were naked, fumbling through his living room before toppling onto the couch. His cock was begging to be let in and I was dripping with anticipation.
“Wait,” I breathed raggedly.
“What?” Josh yanked back in surprise.
“The windows.” His eyebrows knitted together and looked at me with wild eyes. “There’s no curtains. Someone will see.”
He smirked. “Let them.”
I swatted his chest. “Josh.”
“No one is going to be watching in the middle of the day and besides, let them watch me pound the fuck out of you.”
Jesus. The way his raspy voice breathed it into my ear had every fiber of my girly self-shouting “take me right now”, and before I could object any further, his fingers slipped between my thighs into my soaked pussy. My back arched in response.
“Fuck, you’re so ready,” he moaned, dropping his head to my tits and taking lefty by the mouthful. My hands wove through the strands of his hair with each thrust of his fingers. I was moaning for him to keep going. Thoughts of the windows disappeared.
I reached down between his legs and gripped the base of his cock, slowly squeezing up and down.
“You keep that up, I’m gonna cum.”
“Isn’t that the point?” I winked.
“Not like that,” he hissed as I tugged all the way to the tip, feeling the sticky precum. “Flip,” he growled.
“Flip?”
“Flip.”
I turned over onto all fours when he gently pushed me so that I was hanging over the side of the couch with my ass in the air.
He sucked his teeth, then I felt a nip on my right cheek.
I yelped, which made him softly chuckle before he gripped my hips and slammed into me, taking my breath for a second.
“Too much?” He moaned as he pulled back.
“No. More.” I barely got out.
“Good girl.”
He thrusted into me. The way he moved, so my clit was rubbing along his shaft, was the most tantric thing I could have imagined. From the angle I was at, he was hitting a new spot that I didn’t even know existed.
“I love your pussy!” he cried out over the sound of his slamming into my wetness, over and over until my orgasm built. My nails dug into the fine fabric and held on for life as each thrust had me closer to the edge.
“I’m so fucking close!” I cried, making him work faster until my climax. My body shuddered as my insides clenched, squeezing him until he was right there with me, crying out to the sex gods.