Ben writes something on a serviette and slides it across the table to me.
Show her who’s boss
I stick my finger up at him, and the two of them laugh like they’re funny.
“What are you doing?” I ask her, concentrating instead on my call.
“Walking around with a goofy smile on my face.”
I roll my lips to hide my smile. “Oh, yeah?”
“Yeah. I met this really hot guy at the weekend and he blew my damn mind.”
I smile broadly this time, unable to help it.
Ben slides another note over the table.
Ask her if you can sleep on her sofa again.
I hold my fist up to him. “Fuck off,” I mouth, focusing on Tully instead. “Hot guy, hey?” I smile.
“God, I can’t stop thinking about how amazing you were this morning. I’ve been walking around tingling.”
I smile, knowing I gave it to her good in the shower this morning. Truth be known, I’ve had the tingles ever since, too.
“What are you doing tonight?” she asks suggestively.
My cock twitches. “You.”
She giggles. “What time will you be here?”
“About eight.” I glance up at my two friends who now have their hands up like puppy dogs pretending to beg.
“Fuck off,” I mouth. I need to end this call. “See you tonight, Pock.”
“Bye, Brock.” She hangs up, and Ben throws scrunches up his serviette and throws it at me.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Jes laughs. “She’s wearing your fucking balls for earrings already”
“She fucking isn’t. I’m giving it to her good tonight, then tomorrow I’m out of there.” I cut into my lunch. “End of story.”
Tully
I throw my white bathrobe around my shoulders, taking one last look in the mirror to fix my hair. I’m freshly showered and dolled to the nines. I’m completely naked underneath this robe, ready to break free.
Brock will be here any minute and I’m like a little kid at Christmas. Who am I kidding? Spending time with him is better than any Christmas I ever had. I get the tingles deep inside my body every time I think of him, which is all the damn time. He makes me laugh, he’s intelligent, and I can’t even rate his hotness level because it’s just ridiculous. I’ve never been so physically attracted to another human being in all of my life. I know that Simon and I met when I was fifteen, but I don’t think that’s it. I think there’s more to this. I have no idea exactly what that is, but I intend to find out.
The buzzer sounds from the security panel, and I smile and push the button. “Hello.”
“Hi,” his sexy voice says, making me smile broadly.
I push the entry button. “Come up.”
I go to the door and stand behind it with a huge goofy grin on my face, bouncing on the spot in excitement. I can hardly wait for him.
Knock, knock.
I open the door in a rush, and there he stands. 6ft 3inches tall, wearing a grey T-shirt, a black cap, and black running shorts. His eyes are dark and hungry and my stomach clenches with need.
Stepping forward, he takes me in his arms aggressively and plants his lips on mine. I giggle as he walks us farther into my apartment.
He holds my jaw just as he wants me and kisses me deeply, the two of us standing still for a moment.
Oh God.
His tongue swipes through my open lips, and just like that, in five seconds flat I’m reduced to a puddle. His strong hands slide down my robe until he’s cupping my behind and smiles against my lips.
For a long time we just stand and kiss. I don’t really need anything else from him, this is enough.
“Anyone would think that you missed me today, Marx.” I giggle.
He raises his eyebrow sarcastically, pulling the cord of my robe until it falls open. His hungry eyes drop down my body. “I missed this beautiful pussy.” He grips it in his one hand and jerks me towards him.
“Well, I missed you,” I whisper. “All of you.” Our eyes lock, and something shifts between us. I kiss him tenderly and his eyes close in reverence.
He peels my robe over my shoulders, throwing it aside. Then he picks me up and throws me over his shoulder. I laugh in excitement.
“Brock, put me down.”
He takes off towards the bedroom, slapping me hard on the bare behind.
“Ouch,” I cry as I put my hands on his lower back to try and hold myself up. Oh God, what must I look like? I’ naked and bent over his damn shoulder. He throws me onto the bed and I bounce, another giggle escaping me.
“Open,” he mouths as he looks down at me.
I slide my legs open.
“Touch yourself.”
My eyes widen. What the hell? So much for foreplay. Brock pulls his T-shirt up from the nape of his neck, quickly peeling it off over his head.
“Touch yourself,” he commands as he slides his shorts down his legs. His hungry eyes are fixed on my sex.
My heart races, and I know he can’t deal with the intimacy between us. This is so new to him, so I decide to do it his way. I slowly slide my hand down over my breast, then over my stomach and through my short pubic hair.
“That’s it,” he whispers, his eyes are alight with desire. “Show me.”
I frown, not understanding what he means.
“Show yourself to me.”
I bite my bottom lip. Oh my God. Is this really happening? Ten minutes ago he wasn’t even here and now I’m contemplating doing this already? I can’t believe the things this man can get me to do. I pull myself apart, and he smiles and licks his lips.
“That’s it,” he whispers. “Put your finger in, show me how wet you are for me.”
My heart is beating so hard.
I slowly slide my finger into my sex, and Brock lifts his chin in approval. “Another,” he rasps, his eyes fixed to my sex.
I open my legs wider and slide in a second finger, throwing my head back in arousal. This is too much. Doing this with him watching… directing.
“Work yourself.”
I slide my fingers in slowly and then out again, repeating it until he smiles and begins to roll a condom onto his erection. Once in place, he crawls over me.
With his eyes locked on mine, he takes my two fingers and sucks them, making a hissing sound when he inhales. “You taste too fucking good, Pocket. I may be addicted.”
He lines himself up and slams into me quickly, making me cry out at once. Slowly, he rolls his hips to stretch me out.
He kisses me softly as he stills inside me. “Hello.”
I giggle. “Hello.” I kiss him softly. “Now we can talk?”
He smirks as he thrusts into me hard. “Now we can talk.”
I rub my hands over his broad back, through his hair as he lies over me, his body taking what he wants from mine. His eyes are hooded, and it’s like he was about to die if he didn’t get inside of me quickly.
“How was your day?” He smirks.
“Good now.” I smile up at him.
He lifts my leg and puts it over his shoulder. The change in position hits us both hard and we moan.
“God.” He hits me. “You feel so good.” He pumps me again, our eyes never drifting from each other’s.
I can already feel the orgasm building.
Damn, he’s one hell of a lover. He brings both of my legs up over his shoulders as he stares down at me, his body picking up pace.
I can do nothing but watch on and ride the wave of pleasure.
He closes his eyes and tips his head back, the sound of our skin slapping echoing around us.
“Fuck.” He grimaces. “Every fucking time.” He slams in.
“What?” I pant as I run my hands up and over his shoulders.
He drives home hard and holds himself deep, and my body convulses around his. I feel his orgasm through his cock shuddering deep inside of me.
He falls to me and our lips crash together. I glance over at the clock and burst out laughing.
“What?” he pants.
“You’ve been here for twelve minutes.”
He chuckles, drops his head to my shoulder, and he kisses it softly. “You shouldn’t be so fucking hot. You’re cooking my balls, they’re exploding on impact.”
I giggle. “How am I cooking them?”
He smiles against my lips. “Hard boiled.”
We lay in a state of bliss on the sofa. Brock is behind me with his arms around my body as we watch television together. All we have is a blanket over us. It’s 11:00 p. m. and we have made love five times since he arrived. I just can’t get enough of him It feels different tonight. I feel close to him. But then…
Is that just because I’ve orgasmed so many times that my body is releasing that stupid clingy hormone? I don’t even know anymore.
He kisses me on the side of my face. I close my eyes and smile. I can’t remember the last time I was this relaxed.
“Brock,” I whisper.
“Hmm,” he mumbles against my face. His hand cups my breast, and then he trails his finger down to my sex and circles it through my swollen flesh.
“Why don’t you have girlfriends?” I ask.
“I don’t know.” He continues to circle his finger, and it’s not in a sexual way. It’s more of an ownership thing. He’s doing it because he can. My body is completely open for him and he knows it. “I guess I never met anyone that I wanted to go down that route with.” He eventually replies.
I frown. “You know how we said that this between us was a short-term thing?” I say quietly.
He turns my head and kisses me softly, and sliding his finger into my sex, my legs instinctively opening for him.
“Hmm,” he murmurs, distracted by my sex. His tongue slides through my open mouth as my body releases another rush of cream.
He moans as he feels it with his finger.
“The thing is…” I whisper.