FRIDAY NIGHT
Not bad fora man of your age.
The self-satisfied thought circles my orgasm-addled brain as I try to catch my breath. Amber’s body is nestled against mine, my cock still buried inside her. Night has come and the sky is pitch black, and we’ve fucked three times since that first time. Once, on the way to the shower - which we still haven’t taken. Once with Amber bent over the edge of my bed, her nails almost tearing holes into my sheets as she screamed for me. And now, her back to my chest, our legs entangled, my arms locked around her as I slowly, achingly worked her back to another orgasm.
Fucking christ, what a way to spend a Friday night.
My phone buzzed a few times, probably Laurie telling me about the progression of their trip, and I feel a pang of guilt. If she knew what I was doing right now,whoI was doing right now…
“Theo,” Amber murmurs, crashing through my thoughts and drawing me back into the moment.
“Yes, honey?” I nuzzle into her hair, breathing in the scent of sugar and berries that clings to her hair, like sweet cotton candy.
“I’m starving.”
I laugh into the crook of her neck, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. “So am I.” I pull out of her, another condom filled with my release, and I know it’ll mean a trip to the store before tomorrow is out because my supply is depleting fast. Never in my life could I have prepared for a weekend long fuck-fest with a woman less than half my age.
Dirty old man.
I tell my inner judgmental old asshole to shut the fuck up.
“What are you hungry for?” I ask as I head to the bathroom, a well-worn path by now.
“I could kill for some noodles,” she calls back, and when I emerge from the bathroom she’s wearing one of my t-shirts and a pair of my boxers. She’s winding her hair up on the top of her head, and she looks so perfect, here in my bedroom. She gives me a smile, her eyes wandering over my naked body. “I hope you don’t mind, I helped myself to your clothes. I’ll have to go get mine tomorrow.”
“You look so damn good.” I cross the room to snatch her up in my arms, and she giggles as I kiss her neck. “Who knew a woman wearing my underwear could be such an aphrodisiac?”
“See? I told you that you were exaggerating about your age. Getting horny again already." She turns her head to kiss my mouth and then rubs her face against my beard. “Now, go order me noodles or I’ll be grumpy.”
I reluctantly let her go, crossing the room to pull some sweatpants from the wardrobe. “Well, we cannot have a grumpy Amber, can we?”
“No, we cannot.”
The slow smile she gives me, artfully securing her hair with a flick of her hands and no hair tie, the way her tits look under the fabric of my shirt - the tits that were just in my mouth, in my face, pressed to my sheets - all of it, combines into something within me that’s… dangerous.
She tilts her head, her brows pinching together for a second, and I realise I’m staring.
“Noodles, right?” I take my phone from the nightstand, ignoring the notifications from Laurie, from Mella, from my buddies at the gym. “Madame Wong’s delivers, that alright with you?”
“Sure. Chicken chow mein, please!” She struts out of the bedroom, and I hear her footsteps pad down the stairs. “And crab rangoon!”
I smile and shake my head, opening the menu and selecting her noodles, her crab rangoon, and deciding against my usual order of Kung Pao chicken, picking beef and broccoli instead.Am I trying to impress a girl with my healthier food choices? I really am an old fool.
I follow her downstairs, and into the kitchen, where she’s perched on the granite countertop, enormous glass of water in her hand, long legs swinging back and forth. She grins at me as I lean against the counter beside her, and she hands me the glass of water.
“So,” she says, her eyebrows raised.
“So.” I take a long, quenching gulp of water.
“Any regrets?”
I choke on the water that’s flowing down my throat, and she laughs as I give her a bewildered look.
“Hitting me with the hard questions, huh?” I chide, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.
“Just asking.” She plucks the glass from my hand, placing it on the counter beside us, and pulls me towards her, wrapping her legs around my waist. “Because I don’t have any.”
I run my hands over her head, bringing them to rest at the base of her neck, gazing down into her big, warm eyes. “Neither do I.” I kiss her forehead, the tip of her nose, the corner of her mouth. “I hope I didn’t hurt you.”
