“My apartment building has a garage beneath it, and since I don't need a car in the city, my spot is open. It’ll probably be easier for you to drive there than have to worry about getting a cab back here later.”
“Sounds like a plan,” I said as I grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the parking garage.
***
We were quiet for most of the ten minute drive to Carly’s apartment. Other than to give me directions, she was silent, which unfortunately gave me time to think about what I was doing. As I pulled into the parking lot Carly directed me to, I had reached a conclusion: I wasn’t doing anything wrong. Lily and I had made it clear that we were just friends. Maybe we would take it beyond that, maybe we wouldn’t. And even though we had done a lot of flirting and even some kissing, that didn’t mean that we weren’t able to see other people. We’d had no such conversation and for all I knew, she was out with some other guy right now. And even though this thought made me want to put my fist through a wall, I had nothing to feel guilty about.
Except, as I followed Carly up to her apartment, I did feel a little guilty. But as she opened the door and we walked into her apartment shrouded in darkness, my guilt ebbed. And as she pushed me back against the door, roughly bringing her lips to mine and applying the perfect amount of pressure to my hardened cock, any guilt that remained disappeared altogether.
We were frantic. All hands and mouths as we tore clothes from one another’s body while breaking our kiss only when absolutely necessary. I quickly pulled the zipper down the back of her tight, green dress and let it drop to her feet. My breath caught as I took in how gorgeous she was, especially wearing nothing but underwear and heels. Withdrawing slightly, I ripped my polo shirt over my head as her hands fumbled with my belt. I kicked off my shoes and worked my socks off with my feet as she pushed my pants down my legs so I could step out of them.
I dipped my head to kiss down her neck and work my hands down to her ass. Then I gripped her ass tightly, lifting her off the ground so that she would wrap her legs around my waist.
Her hands tangled in my hair as I gruffly uttered, “Bedroom?”
“Straight back,” she replied breathily.
My mouth reclaimed hers as I started walking us down the hall. She pointed toward the door that led to her bedroom and I nudged it open with her body. She moaned as I nipped and sucked along her jaw. She gyrated against my cock and I could feel how wet she was even through the fabric. I lowered her onto the bed and pulled her bra straps down her arms, yanking the black lace down to expose her perfectly round tits. Pulling her nipple into my mouth and stroking it with my teeth, I massaged her other breast with my hand, rubbing my thumb over the sensitive flesh.
Carly arched her back off the bed, causing her to rub deliciously against me. I was suddenly extremely thankful I was going to get more than seven minutes with her this time. I pulled her matching lace thong down her legs as she unclasped her bra and threw it to the ground beside the bed.
“Beautiful,” I whispered as I slid a finger inside of her, feeling her juices coat my hand, making me even harder than I already was. I lowered my head to kiss along her taut stomach as I pushed a second finger inside of her and began circling her clit with my thumb. She nearly bucked off the bed at the stimulation, and I knew I was going to take her hard once I was inside of her. There was no way I’d be able to control myself and take it slow. She was too responsive, too vocal, and too fucking sexy to hold back.
She slid her heels up my thighs and hooked them onto the waistband of my boxers to push them down. It was so erotic, I probably could've come from the thought alone. I leaned back on my knees and took my cock in my free hand, stroking it with one hand as I worked her with the other. Then, I remembered that my pants were in the hallway.
“Shit, I’ll be right back. I have to go get a condom out of my wallet.”
“No, wait, here.” She reached up and opened a drawer in her bedside table. Withdrawing a condom, she tore it open with her mouth and pushed up on her elbows to slide it over my length.
As odd as it may seem, I was calmed by the fact that she had condoms readily available. Clearly, she wasn’t new to this kind of encounter, so I didn’t have to worry about her wanting to make more out of it than it was. Not to mention the fact that just feeling her roll the condom over my shaft was euphoric. This woman clearly knew how to fuck.