Friday
I wake up sweating, stuck against a man. I haven’t been stuck like this to a member of the opposite sex in years, and it feels kind of foreign. Then the thoughts of yesterday seep back into my brain.
He painted my naked body.
He got all intimate with my nipples.
He supported my art project with lustful eyes.
He let me jump into his arms and pretty much promised me he was going to do amazing things to me last night.
He didn’t kiss me back when I threw my arms around his neck.
He told me he didn’t want to sleep with me.
He went to bed.
But he didn’t go to bed.
He listened outside my door and heard my vibrator.
Then he took it from me and f*cking made me come.
He told me he loved me.
Then he went to sleep.
In my bed.
With me in it.
Wrapped around me like he wanted to be with me for the rest of his life.
Did he mention marriage?
Oh, holy hell. He did mention marriage.
I roll over slowly, trying not to wake him. He’s sleeping on his side, facing me, but his blond eyelashes flutter. I freeze, my nose a mere inch from his, and try to will him back to sleep. I want to look at him. I want to study his crooked nose up close. I think he got that hump when he broke it fighting with someone in the shop. They said something crude to Pete and Paul went after them. Not him. Them. He didn’t think twice. He protects his family with everything he has.
He has blond beard stubble on his cheeks. I wonder if he shaves every day. He’s always so fresh faced. His lip is pierced and so is his eyebrow. I look down and study the barbells that are in his nipples. Each one has a bulky bead on the end of it. One is an R and one is an H. Probably for Reed and Hayley? I’m not sure, and I don’t know him well enough to ask.
Yes, I’ve known him for four years, but I had to set myself apart from them a little because no matter how much I wanted to be, I wasn’t part of their family. I was just an employee. I couldn’t get too comfortable because when I get comfortable, people leave. They let me down, every single time.
I lift my knee and brush against Paul’s erection. Whoa. He was hard when I went to sleep last night. I know he was because I could feel it. He’s wearing only boxers right now. He must have gotten up during the night to take his jeans and shirt off because I distinctly remember the feel of his clothing against my inner thighs when he was down there.
Still trying not to wake him, I pull the elastic of his boxers away from his stomach and look down.
Damn.
That man is way bigger than I would have even imagined. At the head, he has a piercing with a jewel in the center. It’s a Prince Albert piercing. It makes me wonder who did it for him because I know I didn’t. I don’t like the idea of anyone else getting intimate with his dick. Hopefully, it was a guy who pierced him. But I highly doubt it.
His hips arch toward my hand. My eyes jerk back up to his face, and I see that he’s still asleep.
I wrap my hand around him and give him a gentle squeeze. His dick pulses like it likes being petted. The purple tip calls to me so I scoot down in the bed and touch my tongue to the bead of pre-come that has beaded on the slit. I pull back. He tastes salty and clean.
I want more.
I bend lower and grab his dick at the base, then take the head into my mouth and close my lips around it. A flash of salty spray hits the back of my tongue as he pulses delicately. A breath escapes his lips, and I look up to find his mouth open and his eyes squeezed shut.
I take a little more of him, and he rolls to his back. His eyes fly open, and he lifts his head to look down at me, but I close my eyes and take him all the way to the back of my throat.
“Friday,” he says softly, his voice rough, his tone nasally from sleep. “Stop.”
I shake my head, and his dick moves back and forth in my mouth. He groans and threads his fingers in my hair. I suck harder. His dick is so hard I can barely pull it back from his stomach, so I get closer and take him deeper, shuttling my hand up the base. There’s way too much of him for me to take him completely into my mouth.
“Friday, please stop,” he says. He sounds like he’s struggling, and I look up to find that he’s watching me. “If you don’t stop, I’m going to come in your mouth.” He tugs on my hair, and I wince, but I don’t stop. “Friday,” he says a little louder. “Pull back.”
I shake my head again and lock my mouth around his dick. I’m not popping off. I don’t care if he gets up and moves; I’m going with him.
But he’s not moving. He stays. He stares down at me. His blue eyes are intense and so f*cking hot that I never want him to look away from me. “Please pull back,” he whispers.
I say “no,” but it comes out more as a mumble because I don’t want to break suction. I can taste more of him now, and his salty essence tickles my tongue.
“Take it, then,” he finally growls. Then he holds my head in place with his fingers tangled in my hair and pushes into my mouth. He groans, and his dick pulses, and he comes so much that it runs out the corners of my mouth because I can’t swallow fast enough. “Take it,” he says again, and he thrusts over and over, until he’s done. “Take all of it,” he whispers. I do. I suck him clean, and finally, he jerks away. “Enough,” he says quietly. “Too sensitive.”
I laugh. He wipes the corners of my mouth and pulls me up to lie on his chest. I turn so that my face is over his heart and listen to the beat of the blood racing in his veins. It slows, and he grows quiet, his hands swiping up and down my naked back. It’s more fingertips than hands, and it tickles in the best of ways.
“I wish you hadn’t done that,” he finally says.
I turn so that my chin pokes into his chest. “Why?”
“Because every time I look at that pretty mouth of yours, I’ll see you with your lips wrapped around my dick and my come leaking out the corners.” He slaps me on the ass. “I won’t be able to get you off my mind.” He’s quiet for a minute. “You didn’t have to do that.”
“I don’t do anything I have to do,” I remind him. It’s true. I pretty much do what I want when I want. It’s one of the benefits of being single and alone. One of the only benefits. “Don’t let me come in your mouth is a stupid complaint for you to have, to be honest.” I laugh against his chest.
A chuckle rumbles through him. “It’s been a really long time.”
“How long?”
“Months.”
I snort. “Like you didn’t use a little hand action.”
He scoffs. “Men don’t do that.” He pauses. “But once or twice a day.” I look up and find him grinning down at me.
He’s silent for a moment.
Then he blurts out, “This doesn’t change anything.”
“What doesn’t?”
“You ambushed me by taking my dick in your mouth while I was sleeping, but this doesn’t diminish what we have. I’m still going to marry you. I’m not going to let you get out of it.”
I sit up. “I don’t think I said yes.”
His gaze drops to my boobs, and he licks his lips. “You will.”
I shake my head.
He sits up and cups the side of my face. “You don’t want to be married or you don’t want to be married to me?”
“It’s not—” I stop. I don’t know how to say what I want to say. “It’s not you.”
He tosses the covers back. “Oh, don’t give me the it’s-not-you speech.” He mocks a female voice. “It’s not you, it’s me. I need some time to work on me right now. I need to focus on myself. I need you to get the f*ck out of my life.” His voice goes back to normal. “If that’s how you feel, you should just say it.”
“Don’t put words in my mouth.” I scramble naked across the bed trying to catch up with him, but he’s already at the door. He closes it behind him. I lay my head against it.
The door opens a minute later, and his arm slides in. He’s holding a can of ginger ale and a pack of crackers. “Eat and drink these quickly so you won’t spend the morning puking.”
“Are you still mad at me?” I ask as I take them from his hand.
“Yes.” The door closes. Bile rises up my throat, so I take a quick sip of the ginger ale. This is usually how it goes in the morning as soon as my feet hit the floor. But the drink actually makes me feel better. Go figure.
I sit on the edge of the bed and fall back, eating a cracker and trying to be still for a few minutes.
The door opens again and only his voice comes in. “Glad it worked.” The door shuts with a click.
I grin. I can’t help it. He’s taking care of me even though he’s mad at me. And that scares me even more than it would if he ignored me and treated me like every other man in the world. Like I don’t exist.