Chapter 2
FRIDAY NIGHT
Not bad for a man of your age.
The self-satisfied thought circles my orgasm-addled brain as I try to catch my breath.
Amber’s body is nestled against mine, my cock still buried inside her.
Night has come and the sky is pitch black, and we’ve fucked three times since that first time.
Once, on the way to the shower - which we still haven’t taken.
Once with Amber bent over the edge of my bed, her nails almost tearing holes into my sheets as she screamed for me.
And now, her back to my chest, our legs entangled, my arms locked around her as I slowly, achingly worked her back to another orgasm.
Fucking christ, what a way to spend a Friday night.
My phone buzzed a few times, probably Laurie telling me about the progression of their trip, and I feel a pang of guilt. If she knew what I was doing right now, who I was doing right now…
“Theo,” Amber murmurs, crashing through my thoughts and drawing me back into the moment.
“Yes, honey?” I nuzzle into her hair, breathing in the scent of sugar and berries that clings to her hair, like sweet cotton candy.
“I’m starving.”
I laugh into the crook of her neck, pressing a kiss to her shoulder.
“So am I.” I pull out of her, another condom filled with my release, and I know it’ll mean a trip to the store before tomorrow is out because my supply is depleting fast. Never in my life could I have prepared for a weekend long fuck-fest with a woman less than half my age.
Dirty old man.
I tell my inner judgmental old asshole to shut the fuck up.
“What are you hungry for?” I ask as I head to the bathroom, a well-worn path by now.
“I could kill for some noodles,” she calls back, and when I emerge from the bathroom she’s wearing one of my t-shirts and a pair of my boxers.
She’s winding her hair up on the top of her head, and she looks so perfect, here in my bedroom.
She gives me a smile, her eyes wandering over my naked body.
“I hope you don’t mind, I helped myself to your clothes. I’ll have to go get mine tomorrow.”
“You look so damn good.” I cross the room to snatch her up in my arms, and she giggles as I kiss her neck. “Who knew a woman wearing my underwear could be such an aphrodisiac?”
“See? I told you that you were exaggerating about your age. Getting horny again already." She turns her head to kiss my mouth and then rubs her face against my beard. “Now, go order me noodles or I’ll be grumpy.”
I reluctantly let her go, crossing the room to pull some sweatpants from the wardrobe. “Well, we cannot have a grumpy Amber, can we?”
“No, we cannot.”
The slow smile she gives me, artfully securing her hair with a flick of her hands and no hair tie, the way her tits look under the fabric of my shirt - the tits that were just in my mouth, in my face, pressed to my sheets - all of it, combines into something within me that’s… dangerous.
She tilts her head, her brows pinching together for a second, and I realise I’m staring.
“Noodles, right?” I take my phone from the nightstand, ignoring the notifications from Laurie, from Mella, from my buddies at the gym. “Madame Wong’s delivers, that alright with you?”
“Sure. Chicken chow mein, please!” She struts out of the bedroom, and I hear her footsteps pad down the stairs. “And crab rangoon!”
I smile and shake my head, opening the menu and selecting her noodles, her crab rangoon, and deciding against my usual order of Kung Pao chicken, picking beef and broccoli instead. Am I trying to impress a girl with my healthier food choices? I really am an old fool.
I follow her downstairs, and into the kitchen, where she’s perched on the granite countertop, enormous glass of water in her hand, long legs swinging back and forth. She grins at me as I lean against the counter beside her, and she hands me the glass of water.
“So,” she says, her eyebrows raised.
“So.” I take a long, quenching gulp of water.
“Any regrets?”
I choke on the water that’s flowing down my throat, and she laughs as I give her a bewildered look.
“Hitting me with the hard questions, huh?” I chide, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.
“Just asking.” She plucks the glass from my hand, placing it on the counter beside us, and pulls me towards her, wrapping her legs around my waist. “Because I don’t have any.”
I run my hands over her head, bringing them to rest at the base of her neck, gazing down into her big, warm eyes. “Neither do I.” I kiss her forehead, the tip of her nose, the corner of her mouth. “I hope I didn’t hurt you.”
“Not at all.” She nuzzles against my chest, head tucked under my chin. “I can’t wait to do it again.”
I laugh softly. “Well, the food will take a little while. But…” I pull back from her and cradle her face in my hands. “The condoms are all the way upstairs, so.” I shrug, and Amber giggles.
“Well, you could just eat me out again instead?”
She shrieks as I yank down the boxer briefs she’s wearing and sink to my knees.
“Theo, oh my god!” She laughs, but that dissolves quickly into moaning as I bring my mouth down to her pussy, swirling my tongue inside her. “I was - Oh god, I was joking!”
I wasn’t.
The damn phone rings.
It’s Laurie’s ringtone. She must be frantic. Or maybe something happened? Shit. I’m here fucking her best friend, and maybe they had an accident.
I stop and look up at Amber with a sigh.
“I should take this, it’s Laurie.”
She nods, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. She licks her lips, clasping her thighs together as I get to my feet and swipe my phone to answer Laurie’s call.
“Hey, peanut!” God, I may not have looked guilty, but I sound it now. “You all good?”
“Where were you?” Laurie’s exasperated tone sounds down the line. “I’ve sent you a million snaps.”
“Sorry, I… I went to the gym and got sidetracked.” My eyes flash to Amber, who’s avoiding my gaze. “Anyway, how was the drive? Grandma and Grandpa OK?”
“Yeah, they’re great. We’re just getting dinner.” She pauses, noise and commotion and the jangle of keys in the background. “Is something wrong?”
“Nope, everything here is just fine, why?”
“You just… sound weird.” Laurie mutters something to someone beside her that sounds like Yeah he’s fine, and I realise now that it’s been hours since they left and no one has been able to reach me. “You just scared me, is all.”
“Oh, peanut, I’m sorry. I’m fine, I promise. Just getting in those gym hours, you know?”
“Yeah yeah, you and the gym.” The worry lifts from her voice, and she laughs. “I know how you can get.”
“You sure do.”
“Is Amber home?”
My heart drops into my fucking feet. How could she know? Did someone see Amber come here and realise she never went home? Fuck. Bad. Very bad.
“I-I have no idea. Why? Is Amber meant to be home?”
Amber’s head shoots up at the mention of her name, and she shakes her head.
“Yeah, she said she’d be home today, but I haven’t been able to reach her all afternoon. I’m just worried.”
My heart is still thumping at the base of my stomach, having not made it all the way back to where it’s meant to be after the mention of Amber’s name. I take a deep breath and steady myself, trying to sound bright and normal, fucking normal.
“Listen, I’ll, uh, I’ll go by her house on my way back from the gym and make sure her car is there. She probably just went right to bed after the drive.”
“Yeah, you’re probably right.” Laurie mutters, I’m coming, and sighs. “I gotta go. Mom’s new boyfriend is taking us out.” Her voice drops a little, and I can’t help but wonder if the new boyfriend hasn’t impressed as much as Mella was hoping.
“Well, you have fun!” Thank fuck my voice doesn’t crack with the enthusiasm I put into that statement.
“Love you, Dad!”
“Love you, peanut!”
She’s gone, and I turn back to face Amber, whose face has blanched a little.
“Laurie’s looking for you,” I say, putting my phone down on the counter and exhaling heavily. “She was freaking out because she couldn’t get a hold of either of us.”
“She didn’t think we’re together though, right?”
“No, no, she… she bought it.” I chew on my lip, rubbing the back of my neck.
Guilt sinks into my stomach. The way we both just panicked should shake some sense into me.
We know this is wrong. We know she should go home.
What’s done is done and we can’t take that back, that’s bad enough. But it doesn’t have to go any further.
But when I look back up at Amber, whose face has some colour in it again as she relaxes, all I can think of is watching her as she comes, the way she moans my name, and I’m damned to hell. I’m not going to let her go, not when she’s mine for the next two days.
“I’ll write her quick,” Amber says, then smacks her hand into her forehead. “I left my phone at home.”
“It’s fine, I’ll tell her I checked in on you and that your car was there. We’ll go get your phone later.” When it’s really, really dark and no one can see us go to your house together.
Amber nods, and climbs down from the counter. “Sounds good.” She stands in front of me, smiling and giving me a coy look of satisfaction. “Feels like we’re doing something really naughty, doesn’t it?”
“Extremely naughty.” I back her against the counter, caging her in with my arms. “Very, very, very bad.”
“Good thing no one will ever know, huh?”
“Mmmm.” I run a hand under the white shirt, catching her nipple between my fingers, and she gasps. “It’ll be our dirty little secret.” I pinch her nipple hard, and her eyes slam shut, a moan escaping her lips. “Our dirty secret that I licked your pussy on my desk, and here in the kitchen.”
I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but the thrill of almost being caught, of just thinking we’d almost been caught, lights my veins on fire. I spin Amber around, pressing her down to the counter so she’s bent and almost straining on her tiptoes.
I spear two fingers inside her, and her head snaps up.
“Theo,” she says in that tone, that pleading, begging tone I want to imprint on my brain.