I could imagine her pretty mouth forming a perfectOshape, big enough for me to push my dick in and experience her tight wet lips wrapped around my cock. I’d slide into her, deep enough to hit the back of her throat and make her—Ding!
Another text interrupted my fantasy.
Little Elle:Yesterday you called me your wife. Why?
Shit.My heart hammered in my ears, my ego popped, and my smirk dropped. I had hoped Elle had forgotten about my mishap, but she hadn’t.
Me:Yeah. So?
I sounded like an immature teenager with an attitude after he didn’t get a blowjob. This was what Elle did to me. She made me react out of goddamn impulse, with the stubborn need to be right and flawless. Even though lately all of my blemishes were showing. My insecurities revealed themselves through the cracks she had made in my walls, and she kept attempting to break them down.
Little Elle:Quit dragging out the inevitable, old man. Why did you say I was yours?
Because I want you. Fuck. I need you badly my dick throbs inside my gray sweatpants, pitching a damn tent as we speak. Christ, little Elle, if you could only see me right now, you’d know how much I desire you. How I want to hold you in my arms, kiss those delicious lips, and hear you moan into my goddamn mouth. To hear you whimper for me and no one else—because that was all I longed for, even when I shouldn’t.
Me:You can’t handle the truth, little Elle.
Little Elle:Try me.
God. I loved when Elle got sassy. The brat flew out of her, and my balls tightened up against me.
Me:I want you. Bad. More than any other woman I’ve ever encountered before.
There was a long pause. An entire five minutes passed while I stared at the screen of my cell phone and awaited her witty comeback. Those three dots didn’t dance. I should’ve kept the truth to myself—Elle was making me sweat.
“Shit,” I cursed.
As I got up, the leather desk chair flew backward and hit the wall. I paced back and forth in front of my desk, contemplating my poor decision-making. I should’ve left the textmessage alone and made Elle be the one to stir until sunrise. My hand ran down my face after another sixty seconds passed, and there was another text.
Little Elle:You crossed the line, Jack.
I was pissed. This woman had the audacity to act as if I was alone in spreading her thighs wide and making her whimper out into the cold winter air. Elle had wanted me too, and I wouldn’t let her dismiss me.
Me:You willingly went over the boundary with me, princess. Do I need to refresh your memory?
Little Elle:No.
Me:Too damn bad.
Little Elle:Jack, stop.
I couldn’t quit.
Me:You begged me not to stop and whimpered when my tongue licked where it shouldn’t. The temptation of letting an older man bury his face in your pussy was too much, and you practically threw your legs open for me. Your cunt dripped for a man you shouldn’t desire. All fucking soaking wet while completely unable to help yourself. But let’s not forget about those ripped panties. I ordered you a new pair. The delivery will be at your door by noon.
Again, Elle left me hanging. Silence had become my new enemy, with her lingering on the sidelines while a clock ticked away in the background. Birds chirped their morning song with the sunrise on the way. The anticipation of her response killed me, and I flew down the stairs, heading straight for the door. With my boots on and the doorknob in hand, I prepared to go outside shirtless into the bitter cold. Until the ding of a new text caught my attention.
Little Elle:I’ll be waiting.
Shit.How was I supposed to respond to that?
The answer was simple: I shouldn’t.
My hand shook against the doorknob, and sweat beads pooled on my forehead. I was tempted to open the door and march over the property line, crossing into enemy territory, where the lines blurred, and I couldn’t see fucking straight anymore. I craved to knock on my neighbor’s door and wait for Elle to answer and entice me some more, but I couldn’t give in to her.
Elle had left the ball in my court, and I had to resist her, but God help me, withstanding my best friend’s daughter was so dang hard. As much as I wanted to rush next door and kiss her as soon as she let me inside, I couldn’t cross the line again.
I did what I should’ve done the first time my cell phone had made a sound. I ignored Elle’s text. She’d see I had read her message, and I’d leave her mind to spin at the possibilities.
