The accidental texter.
Open the door, Carly.
“Oh, shit,” I mutter to myself. He’s here, at my apartment. Worry overtakes my body at the thought. What stranger shows up at a random woman’s house in the middle of the night?
I quickly throw on my robe and trek across my apartment. My heartbeat accelerates further when my eyes meet Dickstragram through the door. Christ, even in the wee hours of the morning he’s gorgeous.
“Open up, Carly.” His baritone floats through the door.
My hand flicks the lock, but clearly, he’s beyond waiting. I don’t even have my hand on the knob before my door is being pushed open and in a similar fashion to earlier, my back is pressed against the door.
“What are you doing here?” I ask breathless, feeling his body press against mine, his lips at my throat.
“Couldn’t stop thinking about you,” he says between kisses.
“But—” I try to argue, but moan at a particularly delicious swirl of his tongue at my collarbone.
His head straightens before I’m sucked into his gaze. “Tell me to go and I will. If you can tell me you haven’t been thinking about me too, I’ll leave.”
“How could I stop thinking about you?”
His lips softly graze over mine. Once, then twice. His body dips and in the next moment I’m lifted in the air, him asking which way my bedroom is.
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“Down the hall, first room on the left.” I’m surprised I can form a coherent sentence being in his arms.
He lays me on the bed and follows me down. His giant body covering my tiny frame.
“I don’t know about this.” The last inkling of doubt in my brain breaks through. “I just met you a few hours ago. How did you know where I lived?”
“Does this feel wrong to you?” He planks above my body giving me his eyes.
“If I’m being honest, nothing’s felt more right. I’m more afraid of what will happen after?” I’m speaking the truth. Every word. Sex and feelings go hand in hand for me. What happens once he gets what he wants?
“Relax, I know you want this as badly as I do. We can have that talk later. I’ve thought about nothing but your sweet taste since I got a piece earlier. I need to know what the rest of you tastes like. Even if we do nothing else, tell me I can have a taste.” His tongue flicks at the column of my neck.
I part my thighs in invitation, but he makes no play to lower his hand.
“Say it.”
“Please, I want you. Touch me.”
It’s weird, but I feel like I can trust him. That he’d never hurt me.
When the tension eases from my shoulders his hand creeps lower until the tips of his fingers reach below the fabric of my panties.
He growls in my ear when his fingers dip into my folds. “Fucking soaked.” He nips the shell of my ear and plunges two fingers inside.
“Oh, God,” I breathe.
He pulls his fingers out and I whip my head toward him ready to beg for their return.
“Eyes on me.” He slowly kisses down my body until his breath is felt on my thigh. I nearly combust when his tongue swipes across my panties. His fingers spread me wide, yet he doesn’t remove the fabric barrier. His tongue teases my most intimate area and I’m ready to scream with need.
Unable to take anymore, I’m up and straddling his waist, his bare waist, and when I lean my ass back, I can feel the tip of his cock on my right ass cheek.
How did I not notice he was naked? God, I’m oblivious sometimes.