That woman is feisty when it comes to her sleep. I woke her up once when I was drunk and it was not a good time for me. Trust me.
I had a shoeprint on my forehead for two days from than damn Converse, but I guess I had it coming with my teasing.
We both laughed about it for weeks. In fact, the whole damn crew did.
It didn’t bother me though, because seeing her laugh always made me so fucking happy. I’d let her laugh at my expense every damn day just to keep that woman laughing.
When I arrive at the house with pizza and wings, Sage is just walking up to the porch.
She looks exhausted, as if she didn’t sleep much last night, but flashes me a thankful smile, when I hold up the food and wink.
“You read my mind, Big guy.” She unlocks the door and pushes it open, making room for me to carry the food through.
“I’d like to read your whole body with my tongue, but I thought I’d start with pizza first and work my way there.”
She laughs and bumps me out of the way with her hip, to get to the pizza. “I really don’t know what to do with you some days. Do you know that?”
“So does that mean buying you pizza won’t get me in your pants tonight?” I hold up the wings and cock a brow. “What if I toss in a few wings?”
She laughs harder, almost spitting her pizza all over the counter. It takes her a few seconds to catch her breath. “You’re really laying the charm on extra hard tonight, Prince Charming. You make it so hard to resist, but . . . I’m not that easy.”
I shrug and grab a slice of pizza. “Yeah well . . . I am.” I wink. “Just for future reference.”
“Aren’t all of you dirty boys.”
“Abso-fuckin-lutely. Thirsty?” I ask, while walking to the fridge.
Biting into her pizza, she nods her head and mumbles, “Yes,” around it.
Knowing that she’ll probably want some white wine, I pour her a glass, before grabbing myself a beer and walking outside to the second story balcony.
I smile to myself, when I hear her following behind me, carrying the whole pizza box, and moaning whenever she takes a bite of the slice in her hand.
“You really should be careful about moaning around me. You know I see that as a challenge if it’s not from my doing.”
She ignores me and reaches for a second slice of pizza, while sitting on the ledge of the balcony. “I think you made me moan loud enough the other night to make up for a thousand damn moans.”
My smile broadens as her eyes meet mine, before slowly trailing down my body and landing on my half-hard dick. The seductive way she licks the pizza from her lips, makes me believe that she wishes it were my cum.
Well fuck . . . I do too.
Clearing her throat, she quickly pulls her eyes away and finishes up her slice of pizza.
I take a swig of my beer and hand her glass of wine to her, before taking a seat beside her and watching her take a sip. “How was work?”
She shrugs. “It was okay, I guess. Onyx almost ripped some girl’s tit off, but you know how that goes . . .”
I laugh, trying to picture that in my head. “Yeah, well she definitely doesn’t take any shit from anyone. Her and Hemy were meant to fucking be.”
“More than any two people I know,” she replies, her eyes softening as they land on mine again. “I’m pretty tired.”
“Then relax and drink your wine,” I respond. “It’s beautiful out tonight.”
She places her lips to her glass and smiles. “It is . . . the problem is . . .”
“What’s that?” I question, while licking my bottom lip. “You can’t stop thinking about me bending you over this balcony and filling you with my cock?”
She crosses her legs and takes another sip of her wine, but a longer one this time. Actually, more like she downs the whole fucking glass.
“The setting is too romantic,” she finally answers.
“Doesn’t have to be.” I reply, while bending down in front of her and spreading her thighs. “I can make it dirty. Filthy and hard is my specialty.”
Pushing her dress up, I bite the inside of her thigh, causing her to scream and pull my hair with force.
“Dammit, Stone. You know I love it when you bite me.” She pushes my head back. “It’s too soon though.”
“You sure about that?” She loosens her grip on my head, just enough for me to swipe my tongue over her pussy lips that are practically hanging out of her thong.
Her legs shake as she pushes my head back again and attempts to close her legs. “Yes,” she moans. “It’s been less than forty-eight hours, Stone.”
Standing up, I rub my hand over the erection in my jeans and take a huge swig of my beer. “Fuck . . . that’s going to hurt later.”
Sage sucks her bottom lip into her mouth, while watching my hand press down on my insanely hard cock.
“Let me watch you,” she breathes. “It’s too soon to be physical with each other, but doesn’t mean I don’t want to see you cum.”
I set my beer down and look at her. “You want me to jerk off for you?”
She sits up straight and grips the ledge. “Yeah.” She swallows. “Right here in the open.”
Looking around me is a reminder of just how close the houses in this neighborhood are. Getting sexual in the pool is a little different since there’s a huge fence for privacy, but up here . . . Up here you can see everything.
“You want me to whip my huge, throbbing cock out and stroke it right here for you?” Biting my bottom lip, I slowly undo my pants and step closer to her. “For anyone in the neighborhood to see? Cause’ they can very well be watching us right now.”
She nods her head and finishes off her wine, before setting it aside with a playful smirk. “I’m so fucking horny right now, Stone. You get me so damn horny and wet. I’m trying to keep some kind of self-control, before I lose it all, but I can’t deny that I want to see you give me a show right here.”
The idea of stroking my cock for her and possibly for the neighbors to see, is really fucking turning me on for some reason. My dick is throbbing now.
“Fuck . . . it’s so damn hard.” I growl, while unzipping my jeans and pulling them down to my thighs. “I love it when you talk to me so damn hot like this.”
“Good,” she breathes, while keeping her eyes on my hands to see where they’re going next. “Take it out and hold it in your hand. Please,” she says on a small breath.
Obeying her orders, I lower my briefs, pulling my cock out and holding it in my hand. “Fuck me . . . this has me so horny right now.”
“Me too.” She grips her thigh, running her fingers over it. “Now stroke it for me.”
Grabbing my length with my other hand, I work both hands over my cock, moaning at the sensation and the fact that Sage along with who knows who else, is watching me pleasure myself right now.
I start out slow, closing my eyes and picturing Sage’s warm mouth wrapped around my dick.
The thought gets me so excited, that I growl out in pleasure, feeling the pressure already starting to build.
A small moan leaves Sage’s mouth when I stroke it harder and faster, while biting down onto my lower lip.
Opening my eyes, I watch as Sage dips her fingers and out of her pussy, while watching me stroke myself.
“Keep going, Stone,” she moans. “Stroke it faster.” She sounds desperate as her fingers speed up and she begins shaking as her orgasm rolls through her.
Hearing the wetness as she pumps in and out a few more times, is all it takes for me to lose my shit myself.
Stepping up beside her, I give her a clear view and aim my cock over the balcony, moaning out as my cum comes out in spurts, the pressure building and falling, until it finally stops completely and I can catch my breath.
I have no idea if anyone other than Sage just watched me shoot my shit over the balcony, but I can say that I just had one of the most intense orgasms of my life. At least one given from my own damn hand.
“Oh shit . . .” I breathe, while bending over and gripping the balcony. “That shot far,” I tease. “Maybe even in the neighbor’s yard.”
Smiling, while trying to catch her breath, Sage adjusts her skirt and stands up. “You always know how to lighten the mood.”
I smile as she looks me over. “Wondering how many people just watched me bust my nut for you?”
“Maybe,” she grins. “Lucky them.”
“I won’t argue that,” I respond with a cocked brow.
Clearing her throat, she reaches for her empty wine glass and walks for the door. “I think I’ll have those wings now.” She smiles. “Then I’m thinking we can just sit out here and talk for a bit.”
I reach for my jeans and fix them, while watching her disappear inside. The excitement of what I’ve just done still has adrenaline pumping through my veins, making me feel wide awake now.
I’m prepared to talk her up all damn night, reminding her of how much fun we used to have just hanging out.
After what she just asked of me . . . I’m not letting her ass sleep for a while.
Sage
AFTER SPENDING HOURS TALKING TO Stone last night on the balcony, I fell asleep hard, sleeping like a baby, until my alarm woke me up for work this morning.
I almost forgot how fun it was to just hang out with Stone and laugh and forget about everything else. He’s always had a way of relaxing me and making me feel good, as if nothing bad is in the world.
By the time I made it to my bedroom late last night, my face hurt from smiling so much and I’m pretty sure that I fell asleep, still wearing a smile because of him.
I have to admit that I’ve been a bit out of it this morning and even got caught napping in the breakroom earlier today by Onyx.
Apparently, I’ve forgotten what it’s like to stay up late and get my ass up so early. It’s been months since I’ve stayed up past two.
I’ve just finished cleaning off my station, when I walk up to the counter to see Onyx take a card from a thick, pretty brunette with cowgirl boots.
Out of curiosity, my eyes wander down to the card in Onyx’s hand and my heart drops, when I see Stone’s name written across it.
The only thing I can seem to concentrate on now is her mouth and what’s going to come out of it.
“Follow me,” Onyx says with a friendly smile, before leading her over to her station, which luckily, happens to be right next to mine.
Or maybe in my case . . . unluckily. I’m about to find out.
“Sage,” Aspen calls from the front. “Your three o’clock is here. You ready?”
“Shit,” I mutter under my breath. “Send them back.”
Talk about bad timing.
I smile to my client and make small talk, while getting her ready, but my mind is stuck on Onyx and her client, wanting to hear what they’re talking about.
I keep leaning their way, feeling like a crazy stalker at this point. I have no idea why I even care so much. Just friends . . . I remind myself. Roommates. Friends . . . with benefits?
My client talking, while I’m off in my own little stalking world, trying to listen to a totally different conversation, is making it pretty much impossible to concentrate.
I’m doing everything I can to not mess up her beautiful, thick hair, but I’m not feeling very confident at the moment.
Get it together . . .
Shaking my head, I take a deep breath and give up on trying to listen to what’s being said at Onyx’s station. So far, Stone’s name hasn’t left Ms. Country girl’s red, pouty lips.
I’ll just have to ask Onyx about their conversation as soon as we’re both done, even though it’s really none of my business, but as hard as I’m trying to not care . . . I do.
Half way through cutting my client’s hair, she finally shuts up and suddenly the whole salon seems extremely quiet, as if both Aspen and Onyx can feel my stress.
Out of nowhere Onyx asks the one thing that I’ve been stressing over since her client walked through the door. She definitely must be able to tell just how tense I’m looking and feeling right now.
“So how was your experience at W.O.S? Did the boys treat you good? I hope so, or I’ll have to kick their asses and remind them how it’s done.”
My body stiffens, waiting on her response and my heart is hammering in my chest. It’s crazy how I feel right now.
She laughs softly. “They did,” she says in a sweet southern accent. “I’m here visiting an old friend and I’ve never been to a male strip club before so she begged me to go. I’m glad I caved in. The boys were fantastic. Especially that Stone guy. He was so darn cute.”
Aspen and Onyx stay quiet for a moment, probably worried about how I might react if she says they hooked up.
Clearing her throat, Onyx asks, “Did you get a private dance from Stone? Or . . .”
She laughs, embarrassed. “Oh no . . . no. Nothing like that. I’d be too chicken to be alone with one of those cuties. They look like movie stars. I was sweating like a pig.” She smiles. “He just happened to hand me a card after his show and flashed me the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen. My friend about had to pick me up off the floor.”
I find myself smiling when she talks about Stone’s smile and how beautiful it is. That’s one of the first things I noticed about him when I first laid eyes on him and it still makes me weak.
His smile just glows and radiates this confidence, but also has this sexy sweetness to it that makes you want to melt into a puddle at his feet.
The man is extremely hard to resist and after the show he gave me last night . . . Oh. My. God. I want him even more. I just have to keep reminding myself in which way so the lines don’t get blurred even more than already have.
After I get off work and get home, I do a little cleaning, before checking my phone for any notifications. My heart practically jumps out of my chest with excitement when I see a missed text from Stone.
I’ve been contemplating sending him a message all day, but kind of wanted him to message me first.
It’s kind of his thing.
Stone: My hand hurts from last night. I had to work extra hard to put on a good show. Want to make it up to me? ;)
Me: Ha! Ha! What’s the problem? Not used to jerking off on public balconies?
Stone: No . . . but I kind of enjoyed it. From the sounds of your wet pussy, I’m taking it you did too. *winks*
Me: You might just be right about that. Maybe . . .
Stone: I know I am and all I’ve been thinking about all day is making you wet again.
Stone: Shit! I can’t get my cock to go down. Look what you’re doing to me today.
Stone: [dick pic]
Excitement courses through me as I stare at the picture, looking at the shape of his hard dick through his jeans.
I seriously can’t stop looking.
Why is it so damn big?
Stone: Surprised I could fit the whole thing in the screen? Me too.
Me: Why did you have to send me a dick pic? Are you trying to corrupt me?
Stone: With my dick. Yes . . .
Stone: It’s the best weapon I have.
Me: It is kind of your best feature ;)
Me: Although I do kind of like your mouth too. It’s pretty dirty.
Stone: Kind of? *laughs*
I stare at my phone with a smile, realizing just how much I want get out of the house and see him right now.
Earlier, I was completely exhausted and ready to sleep the day away, but after texting with Stone; I’m wide awake and ready to have some fun.
Gathering something cute to wear, I jump into the shower and quickly redo my hair and makeup, before I can change my mind.
When I look down at my phone, I have two new messages from Stone, ten minutes apart.
Stone: Still hard . . .
Stone: Shit! Some old lady keeps looking at my junk like she wants to gum me. Would you think less of me if I admit that I’m scared? She won’t stop eye raping it and I nee
d at least one of my hands to serve drinks. I need two to cover it. Well you know that . . .
Laughing, I toss my phone into my purse and grab for my keys, before speed walking to my truck and jumping in.
Looks like Stone might just need a bodyguard right now . . . Or better yet . . . someone to laugh at him.
Stone
I’VE BEEN TRYING REALLY HARD for the last twenty minutes, to pretend that Blanche hasn’t been sitting at the end of the bar, sucking on her straw and watching my every move as if she wants to eat me for a late night snack.
Damn, that woman can drink fast.
And with my luck, the bar has been slow for a Monday night, so not many other women are occupying the seats to keep my ass busy.
“Over here, you cute young thing.” She holds up her now empty glass, smiling as I make my way over. “My glass is empty again.”
“You’re really keeping me busy tonight.”
She gives me a seductive look and does this weird little old lady dance in her seat. “Oh, I like keeping you busy and watching you work with those tight little buns.”
I give her my best smile, blocking out the fact that she’s now showing even more cleavage than she was the last three times I poured her a drink. “I’ll take it,” I say to be polite, while pouring her a new drink.
She leans in to get closer, her hand coming up to cover mine as I slide her glass in front of her. “Oh my.” She bites her bottom lip and smiles. “Your hands are so strong.” Her eyes lower back down to my jeans. “I wonder what else is strong.”
A whistle from the other side of the bar has me mentally doing a victory dance and rescuing my hand from the ninja grip she now has on it.
“Hey! Over here, Bartender. How about you make me that drink that I didn’t get to finish last night.”
A smile spreads over my face at the sound of her sweet, yet sexy voice.
“Unless you’re too busy over there. You look busy. I could find a waitress if you want.”
Laughing, I hold my finger up to Blanche and excuse myself as quickly as possible.
“You better fucking not,” I say with a grin, while walking over to her. “Unless you want me to punish you with my cock later.”
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