“You like watching?”
He groans. Okay, he’s not one for talking right in the middle of sex.
I think I might be, though. We’ll have to test that out. “I got myself off in the shower, thinking about watching you jerk yourself off.”
Another groan, and his steady pace falters.
“I wanted to lick it up after—” I shriek as he shoves me…up the bed, sort of. I don’t know, exactly. One minute I was touching myself and he was above me, then he was on top of me and my hand is trapped between our bodies. His mouth is next to mine, sharing harsh, desperate breaths as he slams into me, harder and faster until I seize up around him.
With a few harsh jerks, he comes with me.
As my heart rate returns to normal, I realize I’ve bit him on the shoulder.
His hands are fused to my ass. He grabbed me so hard I might have bruises in the morning.
I can feel his heart thudding against mine.
Wow.
“So…” I say breathlessly. “Sex is kind of fun.”
—eighteen—
Scott
Ali is insatiable. Even though it’s her last month of classes and she’s got final papers and exams to study for, she’s texting me almost every night.
I’m not complaining. The sex is fantastic.
But that’s all we’re doing. At first her school work and my occasional trip back and forth to New York are good covers, but eventually I realize that…sex is really, genuinely all she wants.
I’m a f*ck
ing p*ussy
, because I’m a little hurt by that. Which isn’t fair to women like Ali, who has managed to have a healthy sexual relationship right out of the gate, no strings attached. She could teach me a thing or two if I wasn’t such a stubborn idiot.
Instead, I decide to push the question and f*ck
up what is a perfect booty call relationship.
It’s been two days since I’ve been over there, so I’m guessing tonight she’s going to want a late night visit. I send a pre-emptive shot across the bow.
S: Studying late tonight? Want a dinner break?
A: I’ll get a sandwich at the cafeteria. But I’ll let you know when I’m done…
I let it go, and pick her up at the library at half-past ten, right on schedule. We go back to her place and she offers me ice cream, which leads to lick it off each other’s torsos and slow, amazing sex on a chair in the middle of her kitchen. She rides me and I lick the last bit of sweet cream off her tits.
It’s not until we’ve cleaned up and she’s packing me out the door that I remember that I’m irrationally grumpy about this.
I lean against the door frame and pull her close for a lingering goodbye kiss. And then I push her again. “Let’s go out for dinner tomorrow night. Italian. I know this place in Arlington…”
She shifts uncomfortably. “We don’t need to go out for dinner.”
“But I want to. With you.”
“I’ve got a lot of studying to do.”
“After your exams, then. No rush.”
“I’ll be diving right into my senior project.”
“Alison.”
She rolls her eye and mimics my serious voice. “Scott.”
“Fine.” I stand up straighter and cross my arms.
She raises her eyebrows. When I don’t say anything else immediately, she sighs and takes off her shirt.
“You have gotten exceptionally comfortable with this sex thing,” I say. “Not complaining.”
She runs her fingers along the edge of her bra. This one is red with a few extra straps that make me think of tying her down. And I’m complaining about her being a dirty girl?
“It’s not a big deal,” she says, her chin jutting in a way that says, right?
“It was a big deal to me,” I admit.
“That's because you're a dirty old man. It's an artificial construct, really.”
“Maybe.” I lick my lips. I’m getting hard. “It gets you off, too.”
“Only because it was with you, and you are hot. It's the billionaire and the virgin role-play fun.” Direct hit, and she knows it. She drops her hands to her yoga pants and tucks her thumbs in, playing up the ingénue. I don’t need to hide that I’m turned on, so I lower my hand and squeeze my cock. She turns pink.
So much for me leaving in a huff. I roll my lower lip between my teeth and wait to see where she takes it.
“Are you still mad at me…sir?”
“No, I’m not not mad.”
“Have I done something wrong?”
I want to take her over my lap and spank her something fierce, but the only one who’s done something wrong tonight is me. “Come here, little one.” She comes closer and I take her hand and press it against my erection. “Does that feel like I’m mad?”
“No, sir.”
“Then drop to your knees and be thankful I’m so kind.”
Her eyes light up. Jesus.
In a flash, she’s got my cock out and her lips are wrapped around the head. “Like this?” she asks, pulling off with a pop.
I smirk. “You can take me deeper than that.”