He laughs a little. “I’m a little more direct than that, Chloe. When I want you, you’ll know it.” He gives me a look and I feel a little shiver run down my spine.
He turns down his street and parks the truck out in front of his apartment. The building is a little bit newer than the others buildings in the area, and he uses a key fob to buzz us through the front door. We climb up some steps and he unlocks his door on the right, holding it open for me.
“I’ll take the couch,” he says, leading me back to his room. I expect it to be a mess, like any other single guy, but it’s surprisingly clean and clear of clutter. He has a large dresser, a big queen-sized bed with simple dark blue sheets, and three movie posters on the wall, all from the original Star Wars movies.
I groan when I see them. “You nerd.”
“They’re original,” he says. “The original theatrical release posters.”
I hesitate and tilt my head. He’s right, they’re the vintage style, and they do look like they were creased at some point. “Okay, kind of cool.”
“Very cool.” He puts his hand on my lower back and pulls me against him. I look up into his eyes as he kisses me, slow and deep. I moan into that kiss, unable to help it, as my heart leaps up into my throat.
“David,” I say.
“I know.” He lets me go. “You take the bed.”
“We could… share.”
He laughs. “If I get in that bed with you, Chloe, you’re going to end up naked. I promise I won’t keep my hands off you.”
I bite my lip. “Is that such a bad thing?”
He stares into my eyes and doesn’t move. But then he moves forward, his fist coming up into my hair, taking it tight. He backs me up until we’re against the bed. “Listen,” he whispers in my ear. “I want you. But you need to understand that we’re in a tricky position.”
He releases my hair and pushes me back. I land on his bed. It’s comfortable, a little springy, but with good sink. I stare up at him, my lips parted, leaning back on my hands. He kneels down in front of me, spreading my legs wide. He reaches forward and takes off my sweatshirt, throwing it on the floor.
“I thought you said you weren’t sleeping with me tonight,” I whisper.
He kisses me and I suck in a breath through my nose. It feels good, having him between my legs. “I’m not,” he whispers in my ear. “Just giving you a little taste.” He kisses my neck, my throat, then pulls at the hem of my shorts. I lift my hips and he slides them off, spreading my legs wider. I’m wearing just a pair of black panties and my heart’s racing as he kisses down along my inner thighs. He moves back up and bites my lip as his fingers move down between my legs and begin to tease along my soaking spot.
I moan into that kiss as he pushes my panties aside and begins to work my clit. I’m soaking wet, dripping for him, my body pulsing with need. The lights from outside leak in through his curtain and he looks incredible in the low light. I bite his lip and he grunts as he slides two fingers deep inside my pussy. I toss my head back and moan as he moves down between my legs again, this time pulling my panties off.
His tongue finds my clit, swollen and begging for him. It feels like heaven as his mouth sucks and licks me, driving me wild, making my back arch with pleasure. I grab onto his hair, supporting myself on one hand, fingers digging into his scalp. He grunts and licks me harder, sucks me faster, his fingers moving up to slide deep inside.
“Oh, god,” I moan. “I’ve never… oh my god. This feels so fucking good.”
He teases me with his fingers and kisses me. I breathe deep as I taste my pussy on his lips. “You’ve never had a man that knows what he’s doing,” he whispers.
“No,” I admit. “Oh my god. I definitely haven’t.”
He smirks and drops back down between my legs, his fingers fucking me, his mouth licking and sucking my clit.
Pleasure wraps all over me and I lose myself to it. I know I shouldn’t, I know this is so risky and a little wrong, but it feels so good. His tongue is incredible, he’s gorgeous, and I let myself get transported away. My fingers grip the soft cotton comforter, curling the fabric into my fingers, as my back arches. My muscles tense and I feel like I might break into pieces, shatter into a beautiful diamond, and I want it to happen. The certainty floods me, and oh, god, I don’t know what to do.