“I believe you. But you were right. I’m not cut out for fuck buddies. I need more. I want more with someone.”
My hands drop to my sides. I’ve never hated any words more in my life. I have nothing to offer her. As much as I hate to admit this, I’m the one that can’t do without her. The game I wanted to play has played me. These last few weeks have been hell as I’ve been plagued with thoughts about her … missing her.
I close my eyes for a second and I hear the faint sound of fabric shifting as she makes her way to the door only a few feet ahead. And I know if I want to keep her, I have to play by her rules.
“Wait,” I call out.
She stops and I deign to open my eyes to see her looking at me with expectation.
Do or die, my subconscious mind yells at me to do the right thing.
“Sam.” All I have is the truth. “I’m no good at the relationship thing. You’ll have to set the pace, but I’m willing to try.”
There’s more in my plea than I’m ready to reconcile. But there hasn’t been another woman who’s intrigued me in a very long time. I’m not dumb enough to let her go and hope one day when I know I’m ready for this, that I’ll be able to find another. I have to man up and give this a shot.
She steps over, but doesn’t let me touch her. She rests her palms on my chest and I’m undone.
“Ben, the last thing I want or need is to coerce you into a relationship you don’t want.”
I reach up and clasp her wrist. “I want this. I want you. I can’t get you out of my head.”
“But you don’t do relationships.”
“But what I can’t do is be without you. These past two weeks have been torture. I’m sure my palms are chafed because my dick is infatuated with you. I’m not saying it will be easy going, but I want to try.”
And there it is. I’ve said it. I hope I don’t live to regret it.
One half of her mouth curls into a lopsided smile. “Are you sure you’re not just trying to get into my pants?”
I smirk. “Oh, I want in. And I won’t ever lie to you, Sam. You can trust that. I don’t think I have from the beginning.”
She contemplates this. “So what … you’re my boyfriend now?”
Cringing, I shrug. “Call it what you want, but I’m calling you mine.”
I don’t wait; it’s been too long as it is. I take the wrists that I still hold and move them around me. Then, I cup the back of her neck and draw her to me. Her taste explodes on my tongue like a grenade. I’m lost not knowing how I found myself in this place. What is it about her that makes me want more than I ever have?
She moves closer, creating friction on my dick and I want inside her, now. I release gadgets on her clothes to divest her of them. She’s just as eager, nimble fingers working my shirt out of my shorts as she stands in a lacy bra and underthings that aren’t more than ribbons of fabric connected together.
“Jesus, Sam, I need to see all of you.”
She isn’t halfway done, so I help her out by covering her hands and pulling my shirt over my head. Her hands course over my skin and drop to the fly of my shorts. She has me freed before I have to help. Her hand wraps around my dick possessively and, fuck me, I almost shoot off.
“What do you want, baby?” I ask.
She drops to her knees and I lean back on the wall weak with anticipation. She flicks out her tongue and tastes what’s waiting for her.
“Fuck, Sam, take it all in, baby.”
Her mouth opens and my hand finds her hair as I feed my cock down her throat. I’ve never felt on the verge of coming this quick in the process. But she’s watching me like she wants to see my expression.
“Relax,” I say watching her eyes begin to water.
I pull back giving her room to breathe before I cup the back of her head and guide her forward again. I want to see her swallow me whole as I empty myself down her throat. But her eyes plead with me once again and I pull back starting to create a rhythm.
“Breathe, darling.”
Her hand reaches around the base and begins to twist, working me as we do this back and forth. I want to last all day but she’s too fucking perfect to believe.
“I’m going to come, baby, if you want to pull back …”
She’s different than any girl I’ve been with. I don’t want to presume she’ll swallow, although if she doesn’t we’ll work on that. But she surprises me. Her little hands move in time with her mouth. And I find she’s taken over. I don’t let go of her hair because, Jesus fuck, my balls begin to pump out my orgasm like a ginormous water gun.
“Yeah, baby, don’t stop,” I say thinking I will come forever.
When I’m done she swirls her tongue around the crown as if to get every last drop. I draw my hips back from the sensation that’s too much for me to handle. I grip her hair and pull her free as my semi-hard cock pops from her mouth.
I bend down and scoop her up. “Your turn.”