Maybe I will take off.
“Baya.” I nod her over, and she strides up with that sexier-than-hell smile expanding over her face. “You want to head home a little early and watch a movie?” I’m hoping she’ll know what “movie” is code for because I can’t take looking at her strut around the apartment in her skimpy shorts another second.
“Sure.” Baya takes a step back and looks up at me from under her lashes. “You know what I really want to do, though?”
“I’m hoping.” I hold back the shit-eating grin waiting to erupt on my face.
“This.” Baya pulls me in by the cheeks and detonates a kiss over my lips that makes my balls ache with pleasure.
A series ofoohserupt, and a round of applause circles the vicinity. I know for damn sure that not one of those people are related to Baya in any way.
This is it. Baya is ready to take the next logical step and fill Cole in on our relationship. Now it’s all up to me to man up and do it.
I hope to God I survive.
Baya and I head back to the apartment because she’s emotionally and physically drained.
Cole’s door is sealed shut, but a steady stream of female laughter bleats from the other side. Figures. The fuck-fest continues.
I flip on the TV and find a movie we both agree on before we settle on opposite ends of the couch.
This sucks.
Baya and I just stare at each other while Cole and his girl of the night shout themselves into an erotic oblivion.
“You know”—she shakes her head as the climax subdues and all is quiet in the next room—“I don’t see what we’re so afraid of.” She runs her tongue over the rim of her lip, and my dick perks to life.
“We’re adults.” I shrug as if it were no big deal.
Baya pushes her tits out in my direction as if she were offering them up for dessert. “I wish I had a nice mattress to lay on. This couch is really starting to mess with my back.” The tiny dimple just shy of her lip goes off as she gives an impish grin. She touches her finger to her lips before plunging it into her mouth and pulling it out incredibly, achingly slow.
A hard groan comes from me, and I pull her up from the couch.
Baya latches onto me by the waist. Her fingers glide up the front of my shirt, and my stomach twitches as she runs her cool hand over it.
“I’ve got a really nice, comfortable mattress you can try out—I mean, if it’s for your health you can have it.” I swallow hard because I know for a fact we’re about to cross one serious fucking line.
“Thank you,” she says it while rolling her chest into mine, her seduction still in full effect. “But I really don’t believe it’s as good as you say it is.” She runs her fingers through my hair, and my head rolls into her. “I might have to see for myself.”
“By all means.” I lead her by the hand to my bedroom and entomb us inside.
“So this is it?” She whispers looking around at the clusterfuck of clothes and books, my unmade bed that looks anything but enticing. Hell, I don’t even know when I last changed the sheets. Maybe this isn’t the greatest idea.
She reaches back to turn off the lights, and I stop her.
“I want to watch.” I bury a smile in my cheek.
What the hell, she’s already seen the mess.
“Well, then”—Baya drops to her knees and unbuttons my jeans—“I’d better give you something worth looking at.”
“Baya,” I whisper. “You don’t have to do this.”
“I want to.” She works my jeans down past my knees and runs her cool fingers along the inside of my boxers until I groan. “You like that, don’t you?” She bats her lashes at me. Baya tugs down my boxers, slow, like waiting for Christmas, and my hard-on pops out to greet her. “Wow, would you look at that?” She glances up at me. “No wonder it felt like a freight train backed into me—because it did.”
Baya brushes her lips over me, and I resist the urge to thrust into her mouth. She bites down over the tip of my cock, and I let out a groan that goes on for miles. I didn’t think I could get any harder, but it feels like I’m about to push right out of my skin.
Baya runs her tongue over the length of me then plunges over my dick with her mouth until it feels like she’s deep-throating. I glance down to make sure she’s okay, and she doesn’t seem to be struggling. She rides her mouth over me in long, lean strokes, her teeth digging into me on the sides.
