He muffles a shout into the pillow as he comes too, his body tensing, his cock pulsing inside me. I hold onto him through it, my own body still quivering and sensitive. I’m wrecked. Maybe forever.
Chapter 12
Easton
“I need to get rid of the condom.”
“The bathroom’s right over there,” Lilly mumbles.
“I can’t move. I can’t feel my legs.”
Her head snaps up. “What?”
I grin lazily and close my eyes. “It was totally worth it, though.”
After a couple of beats she starts giggling. “Oh my God.” She drops her forehead to my chest.
I squeeze her ass and laugh too, and then we’re both laughing. I wrap my arms around her and hug her. Fuck. Post-orgasmic and laughing…it’s the best kind of high. Addictive.
When our bodies stop shaking with laughter, I ease her to my side. I don’t want to let go but I really do have to get rid of the condom. I slide out of bed.
It’s only a few steps across the small room to her bathroom, which is compact and quirky, like her bedroom. It’s been remodeled, but I’d bet the marble hexagon tiles on the floor and white subway tiles going halfway up the wall are original. The upper half of the walls is painted a pale gray and a big, old-fashioned medicine cabinet framed in substantial white molding matches the trim around a small window and the door. An open shelving unit holds thick, gray folded towels, baskets of toiletries, candles, and a few little plants. And on one wall, a vintage-looking sign says, “Take a bath, you dirty girl.” I grin as I dispose of the rubber and wash my hands, then return to the bedroom.
Otis has lifted his head and watches me walk toward the bed. I hold my hand up in a “stay” gesture.
Lilly has moved beneath the covers and I slide in there with her, pulling her close. “Just tell me you didn’t do that because you feel sorry for me.”
She snorts, still on the edge of laughter. “Yeah, right.”
“I have to admit, I do feel better.”
“Well, that’s good. So do I.”
I chuckle again. “You know what they say.”
“Um…what?”
“An orgasm a day keeps the worries away.”
“Oh! That’s been my problem! Not enough orgasms!” We both shift to look into each other’s eyes, my smile reflected in hers.
“Hey, me too.”
“Oh, come on. I’ve seen the gossip about you. You’re a puck bunny stud muffin.”
Another laugh bursts from my chest. “A what?”
She giggles again too, fingers teasing through the hair on my chest. “I don’t think you’re lacking orgasms.”
“Phhhht. The only ones I’ve had lately have been from my own hand.”
Her smile wanes. “Really?”
I hold her gaze steadily. “Yeah.”
“Same.” Her teeth sink into her lush bottom lip. “For a long time, actually.”
I stroke her hair off her face. “Maybe this is what we both need.”
She blinks, and the corners of her mouth twitch up. “Maybe so.”
“Sometimes you need a good hug. Or someone to tell you it’s going to be okay. Or hot sex so mind-blowing you can’t remember what your problems even are.”
She collapses into laughter again. “Yes.”
“This doesn’t change anything. If you’re worried about that.”
She peers up at me. “Okay.”
“I know you didn’t think this would be a good idea. What changed your mind?”
“I, uh, didn’t really change my mind. But you’re really, really attractive…”
I grin.
“And you were here and I felt…you know…things…”
“Turned on?”
She closes her eyes. “Oh my God, yes.”
“Good, good.” A smug pleasure fills me. “I was turned on too.”
“I still don’t know why. I was wearing my fugliest clothes.”
“I love that word.”
“Fugly?”
“Yeah. Fucking ugly. I like to combine words, too.”
“You’re weird.”
I laugh. “Whatever. You’re hot no matter what you wear. You’re especially hot wearing nothing.” I sweep a hand over the bare curve of her hip.
“Okay. So. We slept together.”
“So far no sleeping has occurred.”
She pushes at my chest. “Okay, we banged. I just want you to know that I’m not looking for a boyfriend. I have shit going on in my life and a relationship doesn’t fit in with that. But I was definitely horny.” She meets my eyes.
“Are you saying you used me for sex?” I’m not really sure how I feel about that. I love sex. And I definitely love sex with her. I’m also perfectly aware that a lot of women have slept with me because of who I am. And I’m sure as hell not looking for a relationship either. So I’m not sure why this unsettles me.
“Are you saying you didn’t want it?”
“Hell, no!” That’s the last thing I want her to think.
“Then it was mutually…beneficial.”
“Huh.” Okay, that’s true. “Okay. Orgasms are definitely beneficial.”
She laughs softly.
“And you know the only thing better than an orgasm?” I roll her beneath me and prop myself on my elbows above her.
“What?” She stares at me, her lips curved into the sexiest smile I’ve ever seen.
“Another one.”
“Ohhh.” Her eyes fall closed and I dip my head to nibble at her shoulder. I kiss my way down to her tits and bury my face between them again. My new favorite place to be. “Your tits are spectacular,” I mumble.
Her fingers thread through my hair, which sends tingles down my spine. “Thank you.”
“I could stay here forever.” I kiss the soft curves, nip with my lips, then slide my tongue over her skin.
She lets out a soft sigh, holding me to her breasts.
I find a nipple and suck, loving how her back arches and her breath hitches, loving how her flesh tightens into a stiff peak in my mouth. I squeeze her other tit, then capture that nipple between thumb and forefinger to tweak it, pinch it. A low moan leaks from her lips and her hips lift against me. I’m so fucking glad she loves to have her tits played with because did I mention this is my new favorite place?
I play there for a while, and she’s rocking her hips up against me in a way that tells me she’s as horny as I am. My dick is hard again; actually, I don’t think I ever got soft. It’s been a while since I’ve been this hongry—that’s hungry and horny—and I’m raring to go again already.
Watching her ride me like that was my own personal porn movie. Watching my cock slide in and out of her pretty pussy, watching her amazing tits bounce, watching her watch me with lust-glazed eyes…holy hell. She’s so honest and real about what she wants and likes, not afraid to take pleasure in her sexuality and enjoy things. It was so freakin’ hot, I was completely lost in it, every cell in my body lit up and sizzling. I want that again.
I turn away from her briefly to find another condom in the still-open drawer and quickly suit up. Then I roll her onto her stomach, nudge her legs apart, and kneel between them. Gripping her hips, I bend and bury my face between her thighs. God, she’s so wet and sweet. I loved the taste of her I had earlier, and I glide my tongue over soft, plump flesh. She moans and arches her back to give me more access. I grip her ass cheeks and squeeze, licking and sucking, and Jesus, maybe this is my new favorite place. The soft sounds of her panting and whimpering make my cock hard as a goalpost.
She’s all wet and slippery, and I lick my way up her back, dropping openmouthed kisses along the curve of her spine until I’m on top of her and my throbbing dick is sliding against her pussy. I move my hips, rubbing back and forth
over slick flesh. I need to be inside her, feeling that tight glove around my cock.
“Do it,” she murmurs.
I move my legs outside of hers, bring her hair back over one shoulder, her face turned to the side, and I nuzzle her ear and cheek as the head of my cock finds her entrance.
She lets out a long sigh of pleasure as I press into her, sliding easily with all her wetness lubing the condom and smoothing the way. I bring my knees higher and wider for better purchase, my chest grazing her back, and I band one arm beneath her and cup her breast as I thrust into her. “How’s that?” I murmur against her ear. “Deep enough?”
“Oh yessss.”
“Hard enough?”
“Harder is good…”
I drive deeper, rocking my hips against that fantastic firm ass. “Good?”
“So good. Oh my God, fuck me…that’s…so…good. So deep…I feel you so deep inside me.”
“Wanna make you come again.” I slide a hand down over her flat stomach and lower, between her thighs. She shudders when I brush over her clit. “I want to feel your pussy come all around me again. That was fucking amazing.”
“Amazing…” Her voice is a bare breath, her eyes squeezed shut. My fingers moving on her, pressure builds inside me, hot and hard, but I’m holding off…Christ, it’s so hard, my orgasm building, my spine tensing…then she lets out a wail, turning her mouth into the pillow to stop the sound, her body taut beneath me, her pussy ripping around me. And I let go, with three fast thrusts, ecstasy erupting and spilling into her in hard, hot pulses.
I collapse over her, trying to take my weight on my elbows, my heart hammering in my chest hard enough that she probably feels it too. I inhale the scent of her hair, trying to slow my breathing. “Jesus.”
“I can’t believe I came again that soon,” she pants.
“I can’t believe I came that hard again that soon.”
“Don’t be offended, but I’m probably gonna fall asleep.”
I huff out a laugh. “That good, huh?”
She lifts her ass against my groin. “Don’t get all cocky. I always fall asleep after an orgasm.”
I kiss her shoulder, then ease slowly out of her, reaching down to hold the condom in place. After another trip to the bathroom, I find her buried under the bed covers and I slide under them next to her. I hope it’s okay.
She’s already asleep.
I smile as I tuck her against me. I could use some sleep too, my body contented and lax, my mind muddled and happy. Sex is awesome. And sex with Lilly is…fawesome. That’s fucking awesome.
* * *
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The morning after. Should I stay or should I go? Jesus. Could I come up with any more song titles? How about “One Awkward Morning” with apologies to Casting Crowns? “Danger Zone.” “Send Me on My Way” by Rusted Root.
“What are you smiling about?”
I turn in bed to survey Lilly. “You’re awake.”
“I am.”
We lie on our sides, looking at each other. I reach out to smooth her hair, which is a tangled mess but still gorgeous. Her face is soft and pretty. Is that a hint of beard burn on her chin? Yikes. “I was telling myself jokes.”
Her smile broadens. “Do you do that often?”
“Actually, no.”
“Are you going to share?”
I touch my fingertips to the patch of pink skin on her jaw. “I was thinking about which song most accurately describes this moment.”
She bites her lip. “Oh. And that made you laugh?”
“Well, one of the songs was ‘Send Me on My Way’ by Rusted Root.”
Her smile fades. “Is that what you want me to do?”
“No.” I rub my thumb over her abused bottom lip. “Another was ‘Should I Stay or Should I Go.’ You tell me.”
Her eyelids lower. “Can you stay?”
“We have a day off today, so yeah.”
The smile creeps back over her mouth. “Okay, then. Stay.”
My mouth is hovering over hers and…Otis jumps on the bed and barks at us.
I heave a sigh. “Damn, dude. Very bad timing.”
Lilly laughs softly. “He needs to go out.”
“Yeah.” I throw back the covers. “I’ll take him.” I start looking for my clothes. “Shit. I only have my suit.” I pick up the pants. “Where the hell is my underwear?” I glance around the room. “Oh no.” I spot it on the rug where Otis slept. I pick up the boxer briefs to discover they are now crotchless. “Shit!”
Lilly rolls on the bed, laughing. “Oh no.”
“He ate my fucking underwear!”
“Is that the first time? Dogs love underwear.”
“I guess I don’t leave them lying on the floor at home.” I shake my head. “Commando it is.”
She’s watching me move around the room naked. It doesn’t bother me, I’m used to being naked around a lot of people in the locker room. I’m not used to someone looking at me the way she is. She looks…excited. Aroused. Damn.
“Do you want to go home to change?” she asks.
“Maybe?” I pull up my suit pants, tucking myself in before zipping up. “Come with me. We can drop off Otis and go for breakfast.”
After a beat of hesitation, she says, “Okay.”
I shove my arms into my wrinkled shirt and quickly button it, leaving it untucked, then sit on the flowered chair to put on my socks and shoes. “I’ll be right back.”
“My keys are on the table near the door. Take them so you can get back in. I’ll get dressed.”
Otis and I jog down the stairs and into the living room.
“Hi.”
I pull up short at seeing the woman on the couch. She’s sitting cross-legged, holding her phone in one hand and a mug in the other. Short, dark hair frames a petite face with big eyes and a small mouth.
She grins at me. “Easton, I believe?”
“Uh, yeah. Hi. You must be Carlin.”
“That’s me.” She sets down her mug and rises, extending a hand. “Good to meet you, finally. I’ve met Otis, of course.” She bends to rub his head. Clearly he knows her, doing his happy doggy dance around her.
“I just have to take him out.” I move toward the door.
Okay. That was slightly awkward. Then again, it could have been worse. She didn’t seem horrified or offended that I’d been there all night. So that’s good.
I grab my coat, Otis’s leash, and Lilly’s keys as she instructed and head outside. It’s bright and sunny, the air crisp. I lead Otis toward the park. Luckily I have a poop bag in my coat pocket, and I let him take care of his business then hike back to Lilly’s.
Inside, I unclip Otis and he runs and jumps on the couch beside Carlin. She grins and gives him some love. I guess I have to like someone who likes my dog. I stand uncertainly for a moment. Is it too forward to go back upstairs? Maybe I should wait here for Lilly.
“Would you like some coffee?” Carlin offers.
I’d love some, but I say, “That’s okay. We’re going out for brunch.”
“Sounds good.”
I guess I better make conversation with her while I wait, so I ask her what she does for a living and we chat until Lilly comes bouncing down the stairs, dressed in ripped jeans, a loose gray sweater that droops off one shoulder revealing enticing black lace beneath it, and short boots. “Hey! You two met.”
She looks at Carlin and a wordless exchange of information passes between them.
“Yep.” I stand. “We were just discussing that high-speed chase the other day where it turned out a dog was driving the car.”
Lilly laughs. “Get out of here.”
“True story! The guy was wasted and said he was trying to teach his dog how to drive.”
“Hmm…” Lilly sets a finger to her
lips.
“Oh, come on! You can’t do that!” Carlin laughs.
“You know I love dogs.” Lilly grabs her jacket. “But yeah, that’s just stupid. See you later, Carlin.”
“Have fun.”
Out on the street I say, “Are you sure dogs can’t drive?”
She giggles. “What kind of dog was it?”
I laugh too. “I don’t know.”
“Some breeds are smarter than others.”
“But come on, they can’t reach the pedals with their paws.”
“True. The vehicle would have to be modified.”
We bump each other’s shoulders in acknowledgment of the ridiculousness of this conversation. I feel light and cheery. Unusual for me.
Once we’re at my place, I first fill Otis’s food bowl and give him fresh water. “I’m gonna have a quick shower,” I tell Lilly. I lift an eyebrow. “Want to join me?”
She purses her lips. “If I do, we’ll have to order in brunch.”
I perk up, not really expecting her to take me up on that. “DoorDash works great.”
A smile pulls her lips into a sexy curve. “Well, okay, then.” She saunters toward me.
Chapter 13
Lilly
I stand in front of Easton and he slides a finger beneath the narrow twin straps of my bralette. “This is sexy as fuck.”
“Thank you.” I look down and then up again, heat pooling low inside me.
“I want to see more of it.” He holds the hem of my sweater and slowly raises it. I lift my arms and he pulls it up and over my head, revealing the black lace bralette. His eyes darken as he studies my cleavage. “Nice.” He drapes the sweater over his shoulder and sets his hands on my waist. The contact makes me shiver.
“Come on.” He turns and leads me down the hall to his bedroom. Jesus. I’ve peeked in there, I’ll admit it, but I’ve never been inside. I look around as he leads me across the room. His bed is huge, a California king I guess, taking up a lot of space in the room. A pair of jeans and T-shirt lie on the slate gray duvet covering the bed. The walls are also gray, the trim white, a gray-and-white patterned rug atop the hardwood floor.
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