2
It was a forty-five-minute drive back to my apartment building.
The lights twinkled outside, but I wasn't tired.
Being with Greg always gave me a shot of adrenaline.
We'd only been on a few dates so far, but they were progressing well and he'd proven himself more than satisfactory in just about any area.
The little break was frustrating---I'm not going to lie---but it would make it all the sweeter when he returned.
And I did want to have a surprise for him.
I already had my eye on a cute black negligee. I planned to invite him over when he was back, leave the door open, and let him find me on the bed, all ready for him to show me how much he missed me.
I was starting to tingle with anticipation already when I entered the lobby.
Reid was there, checking his mail.
Oh, Reid. Well, it had been months since we slept together, but we used to make it a regular thing.
It helped that he lived a few floors down from me.
It was always good to have a steady supply of lust close by.
He wore a T-shirt that clung to his body, wrapped around his broad shoulders.
I glanced down at his shorts. I couldn't help myself.
"Evening, Alexis. How's it going?" he asked in his slow, rich voice.
"Not bad, Reid. How are you?"
"Just taking out the trash. Don't suppose you're a secret basketball savant?"
"I'm afraid not. Why?"
He pressed the button for the elevator. It would take a while to reach us. The building was old, and the elevator was creaking.
"One of our players can't make the game tomorrow, and we haven't been able to get a replacement."
"Sorry I can't help. The only guy I know who might be interested is out of town," I said. Greg had a passion for basketball, but I didn't know if he played or not. We'd never gotten that far into a conversation. Usually, we had better things to do than talk.
Reid shrugged in that nonchalant way of his as the elevator whined to a halt and doors spluttered open.
"This doesn't fill me with confidence," he said as he held out his hand, gesturing for me to get in.
There was a mirror at the back of the elevator.
In it, I saw him look down, checking out my ass.
Same old Reid.
"I've been getting on at the landlord, but I don't think he cares."
"Cheap bastard," Reid said.
I turned to press the button. When I turned back, Reid was right in front of me.
I arched my neck back, looking up at him, staring at those talented lips of his.
The elevator jerked, and I teetered, falling toward him.
He shot out a hand to steady me. Then, without speaking, he slammed me against the wall and kissed me. Hard.
Pleasure spiked inside me. I reached up, wrapping my arms as far as they would go around his shoulders.
His lips twisted, the pressure of them reminding me of the wonders they could perform.
Greg and I weren't exclusive, and I'd never made any apologies for the way I wanted to live my life.
It was meant to be enjoyed, and I wasn't about to turn down the chance to give my body what it craved.
I'd had the main course. Now it was time for dessert, although the thought about what Greg would think did cross my mind.
It was only a fleeting thought.
Reid stopped kissing me only when the elevator groaned and stopped at his floor. He took a step; one foot in the hallway, the other remaining in the elevator.
"Coming?" he asked, although it wasn't really much of a question.
I flicked my hair back and followed him.
He slid the key into the lock with a smooth motion and pushed his door open. It swung closed behind me. I'd been in here plenty of times before. He always kept it neat.
"Been a while since you've been around," he said.
"I've been busy. You missed me?"
"Something like that," he said, pulling me in for another kiss. He reached down and ran his hand beneath my skirt. As soon as he felt my bare ass, he pulled back and tilted his head to the side. "Alexis, what a naughty little thing you are."
"You know me. I've always been a little wild."
He grinned and ushered me into his bedroom, where he shoved me on the bed and started to get undressed. I tore off my clothes for the second time that evening, casting them to the floor. I was about to wriggle out of my skirt.
"Stop. Leave it on," he said, crawling up the bed.
He had a smooth head, bald by choice. It shone under the glare of his bedside light.
His huge hands ran up my legs and spread them wide.
He kissed both my thighs slowly, taking his time, moving up inch by inch, which made me quiver.
Then he disappeared beneath the veil of my skirt.
I saw it moving, and I felt his lips kiss between my thighs.
I tilted my neck back, and the stream of moans started to pour out of me.
He'd always been a magician with his mouth.
Somehow, he knew just how to move his tongue.
It flicked, and danced, and whirled, eliciting curling pleasure that oozed out of me.
He kissed me deeply, he breathed with ecstasy, and he never relented.
He made love to me with his mouth like he was trying to prove something.
My eyelids fell shut, and my head lolled from side to side.
My hands clutched the sheet. It dripped with his scent.
I was cocooned in the masculine heat of the room.
This was where he came after a shower, his body glistening all over.
This was where he pleasured himself. I liked to believe he thought of me as he jerked off.
My moans shot into the air. His were muffled because he buried himself so deeply inside that I thought he was going to disappear.
Every nerve exploded with desire, and my skin became coated with sweat.
He was so good I couldn't contain myself.
I twisted and writhed, my hips shifting and rising.
He had to clamp his hands upon them to keep me still; otherwise, I would have tumbled from the bed completely.
I groaned loudly as I felt myself emptying over him, all the pleasure squeezing out with every convulsing quiver.
He rose from beneath my skirt with a smug grin on his face. He wiped his chin and lips. "Still as sweet as ever."
I didn't get a chance to respond because, with his hands still locked on my hips, he twisted me around.
I was on my hands and knees, my face pressed against the pillow.
He smacked my ass as he lifted my skirt up.
Somehow, the fact that I was still wearing it added to the naughty feeling, like I was still wearing a mark of civility while we descended into savage anarchy.
He pulled me toward him, and there was nothing gentle. I gasped as he plunged into me, feeling like his cock reached all the way to my throat. He started to fuck me hard and deep, and it was good. He held me tight, lifting one of his legs to get even deeper.
The bed shook beneath me. The planet itself might have been shaking for all I knew. His long hand reached up and grabbed my head like he held a basketball, always in complete control. He pushed me down, his body moving like he was in a contest, and then he came.
That was the thing with Reid---he was always intense, always full throttle, and he always left me feeling like I'd just run a marathon.
I rolled onto my back as he pulled out of me. He leaned over to kiss me.
"I hope it's not going to be months before we do that again," he said.
I smiled as I swept my hair back and got dressed. Again.
"You like your challenges. Maybe you should see how long you can do without me," I said, pulling down my skirt.
He lay a hand against my shoulder then dragged it down, squeezing my breast beneath my blouse.
"That's not a challenge I can win." Still naked, he walked into his kitchen and grabbed some OJ from the fridge.
He gulped it down with as much fervor as he'd drunk me.
He offered some to me, but I shook my head.
"I should be getting upstairs."
"See you around," Reid said.
I closed the door behind me and took a breath, calming my beating heart. Two men in one night. I giggled to myself. This was the only way to live.
When I returned to my apartment, I took my clothes off and balled them together, tossing them into the laundry basket.
I slipped into bed naked, which was my favorite way to sleep, and grew warm as I thought about the evening.
I couldn't wait to see Greg again, but there was also something about Reid ...
Was I really going to be able to give him up for good if Greg wanted?
Even though I loved sex, I wasn't in the habit of playing around.
It was always better to be honest with people.
Guessed I had some explaining to do.
Shame was that most guys were competitive and they couldn't handle sharing. Guessed it was hard-wired into their DNA or something. But a girl wanted what a girl wanted.