7. River #2
“You have to?” She gasps in surprise when I begin stroking her clit slowly.
“And I wish it were with my tongue or my dick, but this will do,” I tell her while I begin stroking her faster.
Her hands find both of my cheeks as we kiss harder, my licks timed with my strokes against her wet clit.
I slip my fingers inside her, and she clamps down hard, causing my dick to fully harden as I think about her snug cunt wrapped around me.
“I wish I could see your pretty pussy right now.”
She gently nibbles on my bottom lip. “I’ve been fantasizing about this pretty face between my legs for three days.
Trust me, you can very soon. Oh… fuck,” she moans as she pulls her lips away from me, and her eyes flutter closed.
“Yes… fuck… right there,” she moans as she begins to grind herself against my hand, and the thought of her coming all over my fingers sends an unexpected surge of lust through me.
It’s not unusual for me to get hard while I’m messing around with a woman, but not usually just from fingering her.
Right now, I’m painfully hard, and the visual of Sloane’s eyes closed as she chases her orgasm while rocking her hips against my hand is only making me harder by the second.
I continue to rub her clit with my thumb as I fuck her with two of my fingers, feeling the beginnings of her orgasm take flight on them as she clenches even harder.
“God, you look so stunning like this. If I took a picture, I’d spend way too much fucking time staring at it.”
Her eyes open slowly before panning her gaze to me. “That’s so hot. Take one.”
I am trying my best to ignore the throb in my dick because it hears the sentiment very loud and clear.
“What?” I chuckle because I know she can’t possibly be agreeing to me taking her picture while my fingers are deep inside her.
“It’s not like you can see anything.” She bites down on her bottom lip before giving me a coy smile.
“I like the idea of you taking my picture and maybe staring at it later while you jerk off thinking about me.”
Fuck me.
“Next time,” I say reluctantly, because I’d fucking love to do just that.
“We both need you to come first,” I tell her before trapping her bottom lip between my teeth gently while rubbing her harder.
She shudders when I apply more pressure to her clit, and her moves start to get more erratic.
Her hand comes to the back of my head, pulling at the hair while simultaneously pulling my lips to hers before she jerks away.
“Oh my God, right there. Oh fuck, I’m coming,” she moans, and the feeling of her clit pulsing against my fingers is almost enough to make me come in my pants.
Her eyes flutter open, and when she turns to me, they’re wide, almost like she’s shocked.
“I… don’t usually come that fast,” she tells me as I’m slowly pulling my fingers from between her legs.
I waste no time sliding my fingers into my mouth to taste her, and her mouth drops open. “Certainly not from fingers.”
And I can’t wait to do it with my mouth.
I’m about to respond when the faint sounds of a phone vibrating fill the car, breaking the tension.
“Shit,” she whispers. “Now, who is that? God, I am so sorry. Worst timing.” She shakes her head before pulling out her phone, and I happen to catch a lot of notifications for calls and texts.
Specifically, from an Aunt Beth and a Delaney.
“What the hell?” she whispers before looking at me, giving me a nervous smile.
“Give me a sec. I have no idea why my aunt and cousin are both blowing me up, but let me just make sure everything is okay?”
“Of course.” I nod, hoping that it’s nothing serious or that it’s some kind of emergency that I’ve kept her from.
She looks at me, and I think she’s feeling uncomfortable taking this call in front of me.
“I’ll give you some privacy,” I tell her before getting out of the car.
I watch from several feet over while she talks on the phone, but I can’t quite tell if it’s an unpleasant conversation.
I pull out my phone, and other than a few ESPN notifications, a message from my brother, and one from my niece Margot, who is notoriously nosy, asking about my date, it’s nothing pressing.
I shoot off a text to them both telling them I will talk to them later before pocketing my phone as Sloane gets out of her car and makes her way over.
She looks sad, and maybe something else I can’t really read, and just as she approaches me, she puts a hand over her forehead and lets out a sigh.
“I am so sorry about that. And even more sorry that I have to cut this short. But I have to go.”
“Is everything okay?”
She shakes her head. “Yeah…” She trails off, and I almost wonder if she’s not going to tell me.
“Some wires got crossed, and I didn’t realize I was expected to be somewhere.
” Seems intentionally vague. A morose thought floats through me that maybe this was the contingency plan women have when they’re on a date and want to leave quickly.
Maybe this is all a ruse because she’s not into this? Maybe she’s not into me?
Did I force that kiss on her?
Does she feel that orgasm remorse that sometimes comes after the high or the climax wears off?
“Did I… do something?” Fuck. I try to ignore the way my own voice sounds in my ears. But I’m not used to a woman bailing thirty seconds after I’ve had my fingers inside her. I’m confused and maybe feeling a little… rejected?
I swallow the feeling down, hating the thought when Sloane shakes her head vehemently.
“No! No. Of course not,” she exclaims, putting her hands on my forearms and rubbing gently.
“My aunt, who has always been a very hands-off parent, mind you, is being a little more extra than usual. My parents have always been very overprotective, and I think my mom probably threatened my aunt not to let anything happen to me due to her lackadaisical parenting.” She rolls her eyes.
“I’m paraphrasing, of course. But my cousin practically raises herself, so this is new,” she says, and I can sense the nerves in her voice that even she realizes she’s rambling.
The thought that I’m out with someone that young, that she has what sounds like maybe a curfew, or a family that requires a date to be vetted first, catches me off guard.
This is exactly what I was trying to avoid.
Too young for me.
“I get it.” Sort of. Because as overprotective as my brother has gotten with Margot as she’s gotten older, I can’t see him being that way when she’s twenty-one or weeks away from starting college, where she’ll be living in a dorm?
But hey, I’m not a parent. “Hopefully, they’ll relax a bit, and you’ll get a little bit more freedom when you get to college. ”
“I don’t have a curfew,” she counters. “I was just supposed to be at dinner with everyone, I guess.”
I grab her hand and squeeze it. “I get it, and you don’t have to explain anything to me.
I had a really nice time with you, Sloane.
” And I did, and if she'd been a few years older, I’d be trying to figure out how to get a second date or get her back to my house.
Probably both. But she’s not, and the thought of anything happening past tonight with Sloane seems impossible now.
She’s just too young. Because even the young women I’ve dated in the past, at the very least, lived on their own and didn’t have anyone to answer to.
“We should call it a night so you can get home,” I tell her, and I watch as her eyebrows pinch. “Sloane, I understand. I don’t want to get you into any more trouble.” I press a gentle kiss to her forehead and then her lips before she can argue with me.
“I’m really sorry about this.”
“Don’t be. We had dinner, and I had a great time.” She purses her lips before nodding her head slowly. “Maybe I can come take you out when you’re all moved into your dorm.”
Her eyes flit away from mine toward the street before tucking a blond wave behind her ear. “Yeah, of course.”
“So what you’re saying is she probably lied about where she was, and her family flipped out?
” my brother asks while we sit on his back patio having a beer.
It’s barely ten thirty, and his eyes practically popped out of his skull when I showed up at his house after my abruptly ended date with Sloane.
I thought about going to The Dugout and seeing the bartender who texted me earlier, but I surprisingly wasn’t in the mood.
I wasn’t bothered by what happened with Sloane, but I guess a small part of me thought that, despite the age difference, there was something there and that things would go past the first date at least.
And okay, yes, I was also extremely fucking hard, and I was hoping that we were going to do something about that together.
“Maybe.” I shrug. I didn’t tell my brother the dirty details or that I was still thinking about the way her tight pussy felt wrapped around my fingers when she came. I’d only mentioned that we made out and that it got a little handsy.
“I think we’ve officially met the threshold of she’s too young for you, bro,” he jokes before taking another long sip.
I don’t say anything, and he must read my silence for something else because he continues, “Hey, it’s okay.
It’s no big deal. You guys had one date, you kissed, and it was a few hours of your life.
It didn’t work out, so now you move on. I know Ellie will be thrilled to set you up with one of her friends. ”
“Yeah. You’re right.” I nod. The night didn’t end the way I wanted it to, but it was still a really great date. Sloane is funny and charming and drop-dead fucking gorgeous, and after this past week, I’m shocked that I’ll probably never see her again.
Or that I’ll never see her naked, for that matter.