“Please don’t,” she pleaded, grabbing my arm.
I hated my cock for twitching at her plump red lips. It was a traitor. Those lips were the reason I ended up on the balcony with her in the first place, the reason Whitney left.
“I think it’s for the best,” I said and continued out the door.
“Calvin,” she called out.
I turned to find her headed towards me. “I just feel awful about that night, I truly do,” she said. “I just felt something, I don’t even know what. It’s not even like me to throw myself at a man like that.”
Ace had warned me she was a man-eater, but I hadn’t seen her come on to anyone else, including him. Maybe this was just another situation like the waitress at our club. If she didn’t want him, there had to be something wrong with her.
But, in the instance of the waitress, he was so fucking right, that chick was busted!
“I’m just not in the mood to party,” I said. “It’s not you.”
“Then can we go somewhere?” she asked. Her bottom lip pushed out in a cute pout, and her breasts bounced softly as she breathed. “I only came here to see you.” Those baby blues were a killer, and the way she batted those thick black lashes, she could be a dead ringer for Marilyn Monroe. Damn that made my dick hard!
“I haven’t eaten,” I said, figuring that a meal together couldn’t hurt anything.
Her smile widened, and she gripped tightly onto my arm.
In the car, she didn’t even try to hold her dress down as she slid into the passenger seat. She let it slide all the way up to her inner thighs. I waited to see if they opened, just to get a peek at her panties, but they didn’t.
“What are you in the mood for?” I asked her.
“I’ve been dying to try this new Chinese place.” She batted her eyes delicately in my direction.
“Great, which way?” I asked as I pulled my Porsche from its spot.
“It’s delivery, so…” she smiled and let those big red lips shine.
I stared at her. Do I or don’t I?
Hell, she was the reason I was now single, might as well see if it had been worth it.
I turned the car towards my house and moved my hand over to her thigh. Her skin was so soft, so silky, just like I imagined it would be. I drove fast and hugged the corners as my hand slid up and down her leg as she squirmed in the seat.
“Are you scared?” I asked when we got closer to my house.
“Fast cars turn me on,” she said softly, biting her bottom lip.
“Really?”
She took my hand and slid it under her dress, opening her legs. My fingers felt the warmth of her flesh, no panties. My index finger slipped through her plump lips into a hot and slippery playground. She wasn’t lying, she was certainly turned on. My cock hardened the instant my finger slipped inside.
Fuck food, all I want is this.
I pulled down my lane and slid my finger deeper inside of her as I parked the car. She moaned, the kind that would make teenage boys come in their jeans.
I leaned over, kissed her hard on the mouth, tasting the deliciousness of her tongue as it swirled around mine. I tensed and pulled away.
What was I doing?
Whatever the hell I want to do, I reminded myself. I was free. Single. I could do or fuck anyone I wanted.
I swung my door open, quickly made it to her side, and opened the door for her. She took my hand. Her long, lean legs stepped out one at a time, slowly, teasingly.
Oh God, I needed out of these jeans.
I walked her to the door, opened it, and let her step in first. She twirled around; her white skirt flowed up around her thighs as she danced through the rooms. “This is unbelievable,” she gasped.
I reached around her waist, pulled her in close and let her feel the bulge in my pants against her hip. She smelled so sweet, like berries and vanilla. My lips pressed to her neck, sucking her skin, tasting her as my tongue glided down to the back of her neck and then to the cut between her shoulders. I gripped the straps of her dress and pushed them down her arms. The sleek material fell easily to the floor, leaving her nude and vulnerable.
She was who I thought of the last time I was with Whitney, and now that she was before me, her scent familiar, all I could think of was what I’d lost.
I shook my head. Get over it. Whitney’s gone.
My hands caressed her and then spun her around to face me. Her eyes were filled with excitement, her lips parted with passion, and the hands that I once moved away from my cock were now rubbing it freely. She opened my jeans and took me in her hand, stroking me as she lowered to her knees.
My view from above was delicious.
Her heart-shaped ass was beautiful as it pushed out behind her, red high heels peeking out from her flesh where she squatted before me. Her red lips wrapped around my cock like I had dreamed about time and time again.
But I wanted it all.
I lifted her to her feet and then off them as I wrapped her legs around my waist and carried her to the sofa. I placed her on her back, pushed her legs open wide to glimpse the beautiful playground she offered between her legs. Her skin was so pink, so full that it drove me crazy just thinking about sinking deep into her.
I lowered down, consuming her breast, my teeth grazing and pulling her nipple. Another moan escaped her lips that made my cock twitch and cum slide from the tip. My hands continued their journey along her sides, around her navel and then to her inner thigh. My tongue slid between her luscious lips, sinking deep into her mouth.
My hormones were raging, my passion becoming uncontrollable, but I had enough sense to roll on a condom. I reached for her hips, pulled her down and onto my cock, then held her there while it calmed from the initial blast of excitement and new sensation of tightness that surrounded it.
Her lips parted, and I knew another moan was about to escape. I pushed into her hard, and then again. My hands ran up her belly to her breasts and her tight pink nipples. Her back arched, her pussy bucked beneath me, and my cock started to throb.
My hand traced back down her soft skin to the center between her legs. Her clit was swollen, pink and throbbing, as my thumb rolled over it. My fingers worked to spread it open to the beautiful butterfly it yearned to be. I teased the pearl hidden inside until she moaned and bucked against me so hard that my cock exploded without mercy or remorse.
As the toxins were expelled from my body, I felt that same guilt that had plagued me earlier in the night. I’d wanted her, but now that I had her… it was only sex. Nothing more.
Her eyes opened, her bottom lip trembled, and her chest rose and fell quickly as she worked to catch her breath. I pulled from between her legs as I tried to tell myself that it was okay.
Whitney was gone.
I didn’t do anything wrong.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Calvin