“Shall we?” I offered.
“Let’s go.”
* * *
Britta was on her knees, my cock in her mouth as I sat back on my couch. Things had escalated quickly, but I wasn’t complaining. I usually like to feel a little more connected to my partners when I hook up.
What am I saying ‘usually’? I’d been with two people: Shane and Annie. If you consider what Annie and I did enough to count. What I hated the most about my current situation was that I had to think of Annie while Britta had her hand down my pants. It’s no slight to Britta. She was very beautiful, but I had more emotional connection to Annie, and I need emotional connection to feel good physically.
I hated that I was still thinking about Annie after what she did to me, but I tried to not judge myself and just get in the zone.
“I want to take care of you,” I said. Britta smiled around my dick and kept going.
“Please, Annie,” I said.
She spluttered and pulled off. “It’s Britta.”
“Britta. Britta. I’m so sorry, Britta. Why don’t you sit?”
She sat next to me, her hand still working on my cock while I kissed her. Damn, she was good at that. I unbuttoned her jeans and unzipped them, a tiny bit of sheer lace visible.
“Okay?” I asked.
“Yes,” she sighed. Okay, I was off to a good start. Consent, check. She raised her hips and slid her pants off, bunching them at the end of the couch. We lay down, me on my side and her on her back on the couch. Her kisses were a little bitey and aggressive, not tender or sweet. It was a little much, but again, she was really good with her hand.
And it’s not like I knew what the hell I was doing.
“You’re really good at that,” I said. She hummed and grinned up at me. I steadied my shaking hand against her stomach, sliding my fingers under the band of her panties. I coasted my middle finger down her pussy, which was completely bare and slippery wet. The guys appeared in my head like a set of guardian angels, telling me to dirty talk her. “So wet, Britta.”
She melted, tipping her hips up into my hand. It all felt so good but I wasn’t quite sure what I was touching. Where was the clit exactly? I’d looked at a diagram but I’d never identified it in the flesh, and definitely not by feel. But if I moved down, she wouldn’t be able to stroke me anymore, and that would be a real loss. I couldn’t go down there and give her a gynecology exam. I needed to do my best to figure it out.
I pushed my fingers deeper to her moan, feeling different textures and spaces. My fingers were super wet, slipping through her easily. I found a hole and pressed my fingers in. She yelped and jumped away from me.
“What the fuck! That’s my asshole!” she shrieked. “I didn’t sign up for ass stuff!”
“Oh shit, I’m so sorry! Britta, oh fuck, it was an accident. I’d never do that without your consent. I just hit the wrong spot, I swear. You were just so smooth down there and I couldn’t see what I was doing—”
She held up her hands and stood, reaching for her jeans. “Don’t worry. You won’t be doing anything else with me.”
“Britta, I’m so sorry. I’m not that kind of guy, I promise. I was trying to make you feel good!”
“Yeah, well my ass isn’t the ticket to me feeling good,” she sniffed. “Have a nice nap, asshole.”
She stalked to my front door and was gone.
There I sat with my pants down, a half-hard dick, and a different blonde woman on my mind.
Chapter 16
Annie
OCTOBER | Balance: $50,262
It was Saturday afternoon after my first full week of work in Los Angeles. Kitty, Jessie, and I were doing a girl errand day, actively on a thrifting run. Jessie was a talented thrifter thanks to her occupation as a costume designer. She promised me we could find good stuff and she could tailor anything that was a little off. I needed some work clothes more appropriate for California than Tennessee.
“Ooh, let’s stop in here for coffee. I can’t go anymore without,” Jessie said.
“You already drank that whole big thing on the way here!” Kitty objected.
