CHAPTER NINE #2
She waved a hand in the air. “Oh, some of those rich bitches. I guess you’ve fucked a lot of them or something.” She walked over to me and put her hand on my hardening cock. “What do you say?”
I took a deep breath in and out. I was fucking horny. And she was… right there and ready to go.
“Let me check something real quick,” I said, ignoring the flash of annoyance in her big brown eyes. I took out my phone and checked for texts or calls from Nat one more time.
Nothing.
Shit.
I glanced at Cora and saw that she’d taken her dress off. She was wearing a very sexy lace bra and thong set and her high heels, that was it. I practically had to wipe drool from the side of my mouth.
I was being ridiculous waiting on Nat to—what? Approve my dating situation? I didn’t need to do that. Natalie, more than anyone else, knew the drill. She’d probably laugh at me when I told her I’d been afraid she wanted something more from me than casual sex.
I felt a little better. Yes, that was it.
Natalie wouldn’t expect me to be faithful.
We hadn’t even set up anything regarding our relationship.
Nothing. I’d tried to text her all week, and she’d never gotten back to me.
Surely if she cared at all about us being together, she’d have tried to reach me.
But she hadn’t. That had to mean something. Hell, for all I knew she’d been hooking up with guys every night this week.
Deep down I knew I was just making up excuses for why I shouldn’t feel bad about fucking this sexy woman standing in front of me.
But it was working. If Nat didn’t text back in the next minute, I was going to enjoy this night with Cora and not feel guilty about it.
Or I could tell myself that.
“Glass of wine?” I asked her while I stared at my phone, unsure whether I wanted Nat to text or not at this point. My dick was hard as hell and this woman was ready to go.
“Sure,” she said.
I poured each of us a glass and we stood there not talking while we stared at each other. By the time we finished drinking our glasses of wine, Nat hadn’t texted.
It was a sign. I lifted my chin to Cora. “Come here, baby.”
She grinned and walked over to me. I flicked over the closure to her bra expertly and watched it drop off her. Then I bent and took one of her nipples in my mouth and sucked, hard.
“Oh, God,” she cried, surprised. A shiver ran through her body, and I felt myself grinning with satisfaction. Her hands went to either side of my hair while I took my time on her tits.
“Do you want to move this to the bedroom?”
She whimpered.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” I lifted her ass and she wrapped those long legs around me, her hot core moving against the bulge straining the bounds of my pants. I hissed.
I carried her into the bedroom and tossed her on the bed, then was overwhelmed with the memory of doing something similar with Natalie, perfect Natalie, last weekend. I blinked and felt the ground sway underneath me. What was I doing?
Maybe Cora sensed that I was about to call this whole thing off and boot her out of the condo.
Or maybe she just wanted to suck my dick.
Either way, the next thing I knew she was on her knees on the bed and unzipping my pants.
She had my cock out and in her mouth in less than five seconds.
In less than twenty she had a good rhythm going as she bobbed between my legs and sucked me hard.
“Fuck,” I gasped, doing my best to banish the ghosts of what Nat and I had done together in this bedroom just last weekend.
Cora was good at giving head, I’d give her that.
But it wasn’t anywhere near as intense as the experience with Natalie.
Those teal eyes of hers staring up at me while she took me deeper than I’d ever imagined she possibly could.
I opened my eyes and forced myself to look at the woman who was actually sucking me off. Not the one doing it in my daydreams.
I buried my hands in Cora’s hair and directed her movements up and down my cock, forcing the pace and depth to be what I wanted. She didn’t seem to mind.
“Fuck, baby,” I murmured, “I’m going to come.”
“Mmmm,” she moaned as she took me even deeper. The vibration was like magic, and I burst down her throat in long streams.
“That was fun,” she said wiping her mouth after she swallowed.
I gave her a cocky grin. “Ready to have more fun?” I pushed Nat out of my mind. I had to. I’d driven myself crazy all week. She wasn’t even trying to get in touch with me. She’d be fine with this.
Still, as the night wore on, and the sex with Cora turned into a marathon, I couldn’t help the feelings of doubt and guilt that lingered. It colored every part of the experience, and I didn’t have half as much fun as I normally would with a woman who looked like Cora.
Much later, as we were engaging in what I’d decided had to be the end of our encounter, I tried to focus on Cora as she rode my dick. I moved my hands from her hips to cup her breasts and back again, as I enjoyed the ride.
Still, after we both came for a final time, I almost instantly wanted her out of my bed. I wanted to shower and get the place cleaned up just in case Natalie surprised the hell out of me and showed up after all.
After telling her it was time for her to go, I swung my feet over the edge of my bed and looked right into the horrified face of my best friend. She was standing in the doorway holding a glass of wine. From how pale she was and how sick she looked, she’d seen… a lot.
And in that moment, I knew.
Natalie was not okay with me fucking other women. Not even a little bit. I’d made a gross miscalculation, and from the look on Nat’s face, I wasn’t going to be able to make up for it.
My heart dropped to the pit of my stomach.
I fucked up. So, so badly.