“Andres…I’m close…are you?”
“I am, baby. I’m so fucking close. Play with your clit.”
Her dark eyes lock on mine and her mouth goes slack as she watches me. “You’re so beautiful,” she murmurs, her head bobbing with my strokes. “Your arms…the muscles…Jesus, your fucking abs…I could look at you all day, every day, and it…I would…I’m always so wet when I think of you!”
“Jen, look at me.” Her eyes move to mine and I bark, “Cum. Now.” Her fingers on her clit are a blur, her entire body redwith arousal, her other hand steady, but I can see the tendons flex as she rubs the ultrasensitive spot inside her. I stroke three times more and erupt as she thrashes on the couch, her stomach rippling with spasms, her thighs trembling. Her back hits the soft cushions and she draws her legs together in front of her as she comes down. There’s a sticky mess on my stomach, my softening cock dropping limply to my thigh, my breath sawing in and out at a rapid pace. My head swims as I relax into the welcoming comfort of my couch. I smile lazily at her, her lips tipping up, her eyes bright but soft.
“Feeling better?” I ask, my voice drenched with satisfaction.
She nods, her eyes closing on a sweet sigh as her head falls back. “So much better.”
“Texting is great, Prickles, but I want to see your face at least once a day.”
Without opening her eyes, she grins. “My face or my pussy?”
“Both.” She laughs, then her mouth opens on a big yawn.
“Alright, time for bed. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”
“Not sure when, we have a game.”
“I know. Call me when you’re done.”
“Should I be naked when I call or do you want to watch me undress?”
“You are perfection.” Her smile turns brittle, but she rolls her eyes playfully.
“Hardly. Have a good night, Andres. Thank you…thank you for calling.”
“You can’t get rid of me that easily.” I reassure her, but she doesn’t believe me.
“We’ll see.” She reaches forward and disconnects the call. My cock is happy; my body feels gooey in a good way. I don’t like how she ended the call, but I already knew she was reticent. I’ll just have to work harder to prove she can trust me.
I grab my phone off the coffee table and pull up my calendar. How soon can I take some time off for a road trip?
Jenna 6.
With a heavy heart, I unlock my front door and step inside. It’s quiet. Empty. Lonely. My feet drag as I force myself to move further into the house, shedding clothing as I go. In the shower, I don’t wait for it to warm up, just step inside and let the cold water shock my system. I’m awake but I feel like I’m moving through a fog, like I’m sleepwalking.
Last night…there are no words. I don’t know if I will ever come to terms with what happened at the stadium. The way Phia’s lifeless body was wheeled away on a stretcher, her boyfriend a silent sentry guarding her against further harm. The devastation in his expression, though…that will live with me for the rest of my days. To love someone so completely, their very heartbeat is all you need to survive. I don’t know if I want something like that. In theory, it sounds magical and like every little girl’s dream. But the pain that comes with affairs of the heart, I’m not sure I’m built for it. I tried once, I thought I had it in my grasp, and then like smoke on the wind, it slipped through, and I lost it. And to find out later that I never really had it at all was a blow to my ego as well as my heart.
I shake my head, ducking under the spray to clear my mind. I don’t want to think about that. I don’t want to ponder the evil that lives amongst us. I just want to wash my body, brushmy teeth, get rid of my hangover, and crawl into bed for the foreseeable future.
I’m almost asleep when someone bangs on my front door loud enough to wake the fucking dead. I throw back the covers, mumbling curses all the way through my house, adjusting my tank top and sleep shorts so I’m not flashing anyone. I rip open the door, “What the fuck—Andres?”
I’m in his arms a moment later, his big body surrounding me, making me melt into his embrace. He’s warm and smells good and he’s here. I push him back and stare up at him in confusion. “Why are you here?” He rolls his eyes, pecking me quickly on the lips.
“You didn’t answer your phone.”
“Ok?” I draw out the word, still unsure why he’s here and not hundreds of miles away at home.
“Crue’s father called me last night to tell me what happened to Phia.” He sighs, his shoulders hunched, dark circles under his eyes. I’m an awful person. I press my face into his chest with an encouraging sound for him to continue. “I drove in last night, but you weren’t here when I got in. I checked into a hotel and went to the hospital this morning to visit Phia and Crue.”
“How is she? Is she going to be ok?”
He smiles with a nod. “She is. A bit of a recovery ahead of her, but nothing she can’t handle.” He chuckles, his eyes glittering with amusement. “Nurse Crue is on the case.” He rests his head on top of mine and asks in a low, tentative voice, “Where were you last night, Prickles?”
“At Brandon’s.” I answer absently, thinking over how lucky Phia is to be alive and well. I focus on the present when Andres’ armstighten a little too much, it’s starting to hurt. I make a noise of protest, and he apologizes and loosens his hold.
