Is that ass on the menu?
“No. I have to get going.”
She lifted from flat on her stomach to on her knees in a yoga-like pose, taking her sweet ass time before turning over.
“Are you sure?” She bit her bottom lip. “You’ve had to have worked up an appetite.”
Is she fucking with me? I had an appetite alright. “I gotta run.”
I sounded like a broken record, yet here I still stood. My head wanted to get the fuck out of that yard, but my traitorous feet wouldn’t move. Not even when she stood up, turned around and practically rubbed her ass against me as she held up suntan lotion. “Could you rub some sunscreen on my back before you go? I don’t want to burn.”
No. “Sure.”
“Thanks.”
I took the sunscreen and squeezed a glob of creamy white lotion into the palm of my hand. Swallowing hard, I began to rub it into her back. Her shoulders were warm and soft with the tiniest little layer of fuzz on it. It reminded me of a peach. My mouth salivated at the thought of biting into her.
“Could you do a little lower?”
My breathing became labored and my cock swelled as I lowered my hands and rubbed into the middle of her back. I was breaching into dangerous territory.
“Lower” she said. I knew from her breathy voice that I wasn’t the only one aroused.
I lowered to just above her bathing suit bottom and rubbed lotion all over.
When I finished, she turned her head so I could see the side of her face and closed her eyes to whisper, “lower.”
Fuck me.
I couldn’t stop myself. I reached for the creamy sunscreen and squeezed enough into my hand to cover a large person’s full body and then began to rub it into her ass cheeks. She had the most unique heart-shaped mole on her left side that was perfectly symmetrical. I ran my fingertips over it. When I trailed a pool of lotion to the top of her ass crack, and slowly rubbed it in tracing the material of her bathing suit in between her cheeks, she let out a low moan.
More. Make more sounds like that.
All I could think about was how I wanted to bend her over and fuck her from behind. I wanted to mark every inch of the perfect skin on her shoulders with my teeth while I tunneled so far inside of her that I’d never come out again. My heart raced out of control when she took a step back and pressed her body against mine. But…I didn’t want it this way. She wasn’t some fuck you bent over in the yard before giving the neighbors a good show.
“Gia…” My voice shook while I tried to stop what was two seconds away from happening.”
Luckily, a woman’s voice broke through the haze of lust that mine couldn’t crack. Only it wasn’t Gia’s. Turning my head in a fog, I realized it was her roommate, Riley, who worked for me.
Fuck.
“Uh. Sorry. I didn’t realize anyone was with you,” she yelled.
On instinct, I jumped back.
Riley disappeared into the house, and in the seconds that it took Gia to turn around, I snapped myself out of it.
“Sorry about that,” she said. “You ready to rub the rest in?”
“I gotta go.” It was the third time I’d said it, but this time I meant it. I practically tripped over the bottle of sunscreen at my feet trying to get the fuck out of there.
Gia yelled, “Rush. Wait.”
But I didn’t stop until I was inside of my car. I had no idea why I was running away like a coward, but it felt like I was doing Gia a favor.Another day wasted. No writing. No plotting. Nothing accomplished.
And I had a burn on my ass from the hours I’d spent lying on my stomach waiting for Rush to walk into the yard. I’d never worn a thong bathing suit in my life. Which was why my sun-virgin ass cheeks felt like they were on fire.
When Rush showed up this morning, I’d snuck into Riley’s room and grabbed one of her skimpy suits. I still couldn’t believe I’d had the nerve to wear the thing—it barely covered my breasts and exposed my entire ass.
But not even practically throwing myself at him naked worked. It made me feel depressed and more than a little angry. Riley noticed and came to sit with me on the couch.
“Spill your guts, four eyes.”
I switched sitting positions for the millionth time today, leaning more on my left hip than the burn, and pushed my glasses up onto my head. “I have no idea how you wear that bathing suit. My ass is fried to a crisp.”
“Oh no you don’t. You’re not avoiding this conversation anymore by blaming your depressing face on a burned ass.”
“What do you mean?”