I told the driver to change their destination, and I spent the rest of the ride planning my evening.
Half an hour later, the car stopped in front of a small apartment building. There was a car under a tree, a silver Honda.
“Wish me luck,” I said. “And don’t wait for me.”
I stepped out of the car, made sure my shirt looked okay and went up to the front door. I felt like a high-schooler about to ring the bell to ask a girl for prom. I tried to control my breathing, and pressed on the buzzer. A minute later I heard the door unlock, and then it swung open.
Sydney was standing there, wearing a bathrobe, her hair in a ponytail. I looked into her eyes, her nose and the freckles around it, those beautiful lips. Her eyes were getting wet. We stood frozen for a moment longer, processing it, and then she opened the door further, inviting me in.
“You’re here,” she said breathlessly sitting down the couch.
“I am.”
“Where were you? Am I even allowed to know?”
“The island. Hiding out. How are you? How’s your brother?’
“Better, thanks to you. You didn’t have to keep covering the bills you know. I know I broke our deal.”
“Of course, you did, because you were scared. But you don’t have to be anymore, I’m cleared. A free man.”
“You are?” Her eyes were bright, I had missed considering them.
“Yep, they don’t have anything on me.”
“I’m sorry Owen, I misjudged you. I know that now. And if you are into some less than perfect business practices, that’s not my business. I’m not focused on that anymore.”
I moved towards her, “Then what are you focused on?”
“You.”
She stood up and removed her robe.
Fuck.
That body. Those lips. Nothing should have ever kept me away from this.
Chapter 22
Sydney
As soon as he stood from the couch, he was on me, pulling the towel from my hair with the frantic movements. He pushed me backward, letting me take off his shirt and then unzip his jeans. By the time we reached my bedroom, we were completely naked and panting, our hands and lips all over each other.
He sat down on the edge of the bed and lay down, inviting me to come on top of him. I knelt with my legs on each side of his waist, but he moved me to his head, making me kneel right above his face.
“I want you to ride my face, baby. I want you to soak it with your tasty juices.”
I moaned and did what he’d told me, climbing on top of his face roughly. I was so turned on, unable to stop grinding while his 5 o’clock shadow brushed against my flesh, adding to my pleasure. I grabbed my tits and twisted my nipples, so wet that it was flowing out of me continuously. His muffled grunts sounded too sexy, making me more aroused than ever, and I was so close to the much-needed orgasm.
I forgot how good it could be with him.
“Ah! Owen! I’m going to come!”
He put his hands on my waist and gu
ided me, pressing me against his face to the point of suffocating, but he didn’t care, clearly turned on with my pussy all over him. A scream erupted from me, my whole body spasming when the orgasmic pleasure exploded in me, and I covered his face with my hot juices.
“Mmm, so fucking delicious. Good girl. Now I want you to ride my cock. Come on. I’m so hard for you.”