“Nope. You summoned me. They only count when I come to you.”
I thrust into her hot, wet, and perfectly snug pussy. We moan in unison. I’m glad to know I wasn’t the only one going through withdrawal. My new mission is to make her ache for my dick. I want her to want it so bad, she can’t imagine another man touching her.
Straightening her left leg and tossing it over my shoulder, I tuck the right one tighter around my waist. Her right hand cups the back of my neck as she uses her left to anchor herself to the top of the couch. Her eyes roll back in pleasure.
“Oh, Jason…” she sputters. “I feel you so deep inside.”
“Feels good?” I tease with a hard thrust.
“Amazing. Please, do your worst.”
Fuck! I love her willingness to be a freak with me.
“Hold on tight. It’s been three days…”
“How dare you make me wait that long.”
I don’t know why, but that statement breaks something inside of me. I don’t want to go three days without being inside Bree unless I have no other choice. A self-imposed hiatus is not for me. I take out my sexual frustration by roughly grinding into her. She sighs and screams her pleasure In cadence to my dick deposits. The sofa is shifting under our rough fucking, but I keep her pussy exactly where we need it to be. Sweat dampens my body, and I study Bree’s checkered glasses since her eyes are closed. Her face is contorted in the pleasure I put there. We need to be on the same page.
“Was three days too long?”
“Too fucking long,” she whimpers on a particularly hard thrust.
“You want this every day?”
“Until I can’t have it anymore.”
“You can get addicted.”
“I already am—such good dick!” she yells, as her body clamps down on me while her walls spasm around me.
I snatch her off the couch and bring her down to the floor where I drill into her without concerning myself with being gentle. Her screams excite me until I’m convulsing inside of her, and she cums again as I fill her with every drop I have.
Once my breathing normalizes, I stand and look down at her still sprawled out on the floor. Her hair is wild, her lips are puckered, her eyes are closed, her chest is heaving, and my satisfaction is dripping down her thighs. It’s so fucking sexy. I want her again, but I need my brain checked. I fix my underwear and jeans then bend and rub the back of my hand along her cheek.
“I must go now.”
11
Bree
“Where would be an amazing place to get hired for your next research assignment?”
I consider the question as I dip my chip in the queso. Here we are a few days before Christmas, and one day after he fucked me on top of my couch, and Jason’s questions make me feel like I’m on an interview. There’s something different in his demeanor that I can’t quite place; if I had to guess, I’d say he’s trying to work out some sort of issue in his head.
After the couch sex, he’d gone into stealth mode again, forgetting his jacket a second time. I’d figured it’d be at least another three days before I heard for him, but he proved me wrong by inviting me to dinner the next day. The invitation didn’t sound like a date, and this doesn’t feel like a date, but I’m still hoping it will end with us getting naked.
“There are a lot of amazing research positions on the east coast, but I’m not interested in east coast winter. Because of that, I’d have to say one of the California universities: UCLA, UC Berkeley, or Stanford maybe.”
He frowns like he’s trying to solve a complicated math problem in his head.
“Are you looking to leave, Houston?”
I shake my head. “Not really, but I’ve worked at most of the surrounding universities. If one of those called, I’d feel compelled to try, you know?”
He nods tightly. “I do—a calling is a calling.”
The server drops off my tequila sunrise, but Jason grabs it before I can and wraps his delicious lips around the rim.
