Second Chance Rival

Consuming every last part of me.

Especially how I wanted to end the night.

With her on top of me.

“Come here.” I motioned with my finger.

She deviously smirked, and I pulled her toward me, making her straddle my lap.

“You’re going to get us kicked out.”

“Faster I can take you home then.”

“Home? Is that what you think it is for me?”

“What else would it be?”

Her lips were close to my mouth.

Her perfect tits were pressed against my chest.

“I don’t know yet.”

“I know you do.”

She didn’t say a word, but she didn’t have to.

Her eyes spoke for themselves.

“You tired?”

She shook her head no.

“Good.”

By the time we walked into the bungalow, it was well after two in the morning, and I still didn’t want the night to end. With her heels in her hand, I guided her out to the balcony to lay on the loungers. Along the way, she grabbed a bottle of wine off the counter.

The full moon was bright and daunting, illuminating the whole night sky.

I laid on the lounger and brought her with me. She laid against my chest as we both stared at the beauty ahead. A soft, classical melody filled the humid air from her phone, adding to the ambiance between us as we looked up at the stars.

She was the first to break the silence. “What kind of future do you see?”

“You mean other than you sitting on my face?”

“Tristian, be serious.”

“Who says I’m not?”

“What kind of future do you see with us that doesn’t involve your dirty mouth?”

“But you used to love my dirty mouth. Especially what it did when it was in between your legs.”

“I still love that.”

“Trust me, I’m fully aware.”

She blushed. “Okay, enough with the dirty talk. Tell me what you envision with us that doesn’t involve sex?”