Shoot Down The Stars (The Stars Duet 1)

David

I shouldn’t have putEmily in that position. What was I thinking? Our friendship is so delicate right now. I’m trying to get her to trust me, and then I kiss her when she’s clearly vulnerable? Maybe it’s because I haven’t been with anyone since I got out of rehab. Much like opiates, I don’t have the healthiest relationship with sex. But at least I can’t overdose on sex.

I texted Bianca earlier. I shouldn’t have, but it’s either fuck or get fucked up.

I pull into the parking lot at work. Bianca spins a key around her pointer finger as she leans against the wall. Her jeans ride low on her hips, making what’s just below her waistband the ultimate tease. She knows why I texted her.

I walk up and smirk.

“About time!” she says. “I want to show you room four-oh-three since they’ve finished the cleaning and repairs. It looks almost new.”

Her excitement is cute. She uses the key to open the apartment door. It smells fresh. Nothing like it did just a couple weeks ago. The floors are repaired and shining. Bianca walks over and flips on the faucet to show me it works.

“We already have people coming to look at it this weekend.”

She guides me to the bedroom. The carpets have been steam cleaned, and the bed is made. Bianca slips her shoes off and lies on the bed.

“You know I could get in trouble for sleeping with an employee, right?”

“I won’t say anything if you don't,” I whisper as I crawl on top of her and spread her legs with my thighs.

She wraps her arms around me and I kiss her, stopping to see if she’s okay with this. She pulls me back to her mouth.

“Get undressed,” I command.

She stands and faces away from me, working her jeans down her hips. Her skin is tan and her ass is small, but it’s still a sight to see. She’s flawless. She turns around to pull her shirt over her head, exposing her breasts. She isn’t wearing a bra again. She straddles my waist, kissing me as she unzips my jeans. She works the button open and pulls me from my boxers. Her hand is soft. I’m too excited, so I take deep, subtle breaths.

Bianca drops between my legs and takes me into her mouth while looking up at me. She is incredible. I continue to breathe deeply. Shit, this is embarrassing. I push her away and stand, pulling her body to the edge of the bed. I fall to my knees and kiss her thighs as my fingers tease between her legs. I slip my finger inside her and she whimpers. I put in another, thrusting deeply. She squirms against me. I don’t go down on her, though. It’s just not my thing.

I’m throbbing now.

Thoughts of Emily make surprise appearances as I try to enjoy Bianca. I stand and press myself into her. I feel her warmth and wetness as I think of Emily biting her lip. Thrust. That adorable way Emily doesn’t know how to kiss back. I growl against Bianca’s neck. How full Emily’s ass is when she sleeps against me. My hand slips around Bianca’s neck. She moans loudly. I envision Emily on her knees, looking up at me. I finish.

This validates my feelings—or a lack thereof—for Bianca.