“I like it,” she whimpered. I slid myself down lower so she was sitting on my face, locking her legs beside my neck. Both of my hands began to explore her body as my tongue traced around the crease of her thigh and over her panties. Every now and then my tongue would slip through the soft barrier of material and inside her, causing her to gasp.
“Fuck,” she whimpered softly, her fingers grasping at my hair. My eyes remained locked on hers as I tasted her beauty. My tongue rolled slowly over her clit, teasing her, sending her crazy. She needed me, but I wanted her to need me even more. Gently, I ran my tongue back and forth, round and round. “God. Please, fuck me. I need you inside me,” she whispered, riding my face. She gripped her panties.
“Take them off,” she begged me. I obliged, slipping the soft cotton down over her legs, and at the same time undoing my belt. I unbuckled my pants and shrugged them off, my erection springing out like a coil.
“Are you sure you can handle me, Angel?” I asked, my breathing heavy. She nodded as I slipped a condom over my erection. I rested the tip of my cock at her entrance, slowly working myself inside of her until I was halfway in.
She whimpered softly again. “Please fuck me,” she begged as I thrust into her. She was tight, and so wet and ready for me.
She cried out, clutching the arm of the sofa, her legs on either side of me, her ankles pressing violently against my sides. I’d been ready to blow since the moment she kissed me, and there was no stopping me now. I jerked as I came, not wanting the feeling to end, but at the same time unable to wait a second longer.
***
“Are you sure I can’t convince you to stay?” I asked, rolling onto my side. She laughed and shook her head.
“I better not,” she said, slipping her arms through the straps of her bra.
“You are so fucking hot,” I murmured, eyeing her as she dressed. Once on the couch, twice in the bedroom and I could still have gone again. There was no end to my appetite for this girl. She laughed and climbed over the bed and into my lap.
“I’m sure you need to work tomorrow, and if I don’t get home soon my housemates will probably call the police.” She kissed me and slipped off the side of the bed.
“At least let me give you a lift.”
“I’ve called a cab already,” she winked, slipping her uniform over her head.
“Okay, can I see you again?” I asked, surprised at my insistence. She laughed and shrugged. I was Mister Always-In-Control, but nothing about this girl made me want to play it cool.
A feeling swept through me. Was that nausea? Was I anxious that this girl might slip right through my fingers? I shook my head as she called out goodbye. Just like that, she was gone. I didn’t even know her name. Was this karma trying to give me a taste of my own medicine? Because if it was, it tasted like shit.
Chapter Eight
“Wow, she really has gotten under your skin, hasn’t she?” Grant laughed as he popped open a beer and handed it to me. Dillon and Luke laughed along with him, like they all found this to be so damn hilarious.
“Man, you don’t understand. I’ve never met anyone like this chick. She is just so different from all the other girls I’ve been with. I’m used to being in control, but this girl had me. She had me by the balls and I think she knew it,” I muttered, sitting back in the deck chair.
An afternoon with the boys: great idea, I’d thought. That will keep my mind off her. What I didn’t expect was to be getting the third degree off the guys who were supposed to be my friends. Would I do the same to them? Hell yes, but that’s not the point.
“I never thought I’d see this day,” chuckled Dillon. “Jack Falcon, pussy-whipped.” The guys laughed at his joke as I scowled. These guys were starting to get on my nerves.
“It was one fucking night, I’m hardly whipped,” I scoffed, tossing my now empty can at him.
“Really? Because all we’ve heard the last hour is about this chick whose name you didn’t even get. I mean, she’s like the female version of you,” Luke said as they roared with laughter. I shook my head and gave Luke the finger. He laughed and winked at me.
“Falcon, do you not remember how much shit you gave me when I started going out with Sally? Payback’s a bitch, eh?”
“Yeah, laugh it up and then go home to your wives and fiancée while I go out and screw whomever I want,” I retorted. “Fuck it, maybe I’ll have a threesome.”
“What makes you think Sal and I don’t?” Luke said, winking at me. His comment resulted in another round of laughing.
All I wanted was this girl out of my head. It had taken all my resolve the last week not to stop past the diner. Admittedly, I had driven past several times, and her car wasn’t there, but I wasn’t about to turn into the guy that chases the girl. She knew where I lived if she wanted to see me.
The guys hung around for a few more beers until dinnertime neared. Dillon and Luke were both married, and Grant engaged, so in other words, they were all on a pretty short leash. The guys and I had met in primary school. Luke and I had known each other through family, and we had formed a firm friendship with Dillon and Grant throughout our school years. Even now, we still caught up regularly. I considered all of them my best mates, but I was closer to Luke than the other two. He was someone I’d trust my life with, and in return he was a buddy I’d do anything for.
“See you tomorrow, yeah?” Luke called out as they piled out of the front door. “If you figure out where your mystery girl is, feel free to bring her,” he added, as the other guys laughed.
“Fuck off,” I retorted as the door slammed shut. Why the hell had I even mentioned her to them? I should’ve foreseen what their reaction would have been like. My interactions with women had been a topical subject for many years, but this showed a completely different side to me, one the guys couldn’t help but tease the fuck out of me over.
Turning on the TV, I sank onto the couch. Saturday and I was home, and even more alarmingly, I was home alone? I could go out. Picking up a girl never took long, but I couldn’t be bothered. That and the alcohol I’d consumed made me just want to crash. At least that’s what I told myself. It had nothing to do with a certain girl, name unknown.