I frown.I went this morning, I want to say.I went for Mia because it was important to her, because she was even more hungover than I was. “Yep,” I say instead.
“Well listen,” he says. “I know you’re probably all out and about, doing your Blonde Brigade thing.” At this point, I’m ready to stomp my foot like an angry child. “But can you keep an eye out for Mia? Remember what she said at breakfast this weekend? Just make sure she’s okay. Safe, or whatever.”
“Sure, man. I’ll do my best.”But the bar is real low.
“Cool. Thanks, Elias. Wanna grab a drink next weekend?”
“Yeah,” I say. “I’ll text you.”
We hang up the phone, and I sit at the foot of Mia’s bed with my head in my hands, feeling like a piece of shit for lying to and betraying my best friend. Just until tomorrow, I tell myself. You’re allowed to be a piece of shit for twenty-four hours.
Mia walks into the room shortly after, and I haven’t moved from my spot. She drops her bag. She strides over to me with that look in her eyes, the one that looks like she wants to destroy me, and just like that, I forget all about Leo.
Who’s Leo?
She climbs right up and straddles me, no hesitation, her thighs on either side of my hips, leaving no room between us. My hands find their rightful place on her hips, immediately moving under her shirt and rubbing up and down her sides. She’s so fucking soft. And mine for the next twenty-four hours.
“I don’t want to go to dinner,” she tells me. “I want you instead,” and she covers my mouth with hers.
It’s soft at first, but there is an eruption of feeling, of emotion, of the distinct feeling of ‘perfect’ and ‘familiar’ and ‘a lot like coming home’, like the last piece of the puzzle clicking into place, like fitting the correct key into the lock. In the immediate moment her lips touch mine, I know it’s going to be the best kiss of my life. I want it to be the last first kiss of my life.
What Mia may lack in experience, she makes up for in enthusiasm. I don’t mind taking the lead. I kiss her top lip, nip at the bottom, kiss the corners, rubbing my hands up and down her sides. I feel her fingers in my hair scratching at my scalp, and that spurs me on. I lick at the seam of her lips, groaning when she opens for me. Our tongues tangle together, and I map the inside of her mouth, relishing in the first moments of these discoveries, trying like hell to imprint the feeling into my long-term memory.
I draw her tongue into my mouth while she rubs up and down against my already hard dick, feeling like hell with the two layers of denim between us. I wind my fingers through her perfect hair, tugging to the side, exposing her neck, where I drop open-mouthed kisses and bites. I use my other hand to reach up and unclasp her bra, and we both moan when I finally get my hands on her tits.
“I’m fucking obsessed with these,” I tell her, while licking her neck and pinching her nipples. I marvel at the weight, the perfection, as she bites at my neck. “What do you want, Mia? Use your words.”
“Put your mouth on me,” she begs, and I’ll never say no to this woman.
I tear off her shirt, slipping her bra off her arms, giving myself a second to stare and admire before I lift one in my hand and give it a long lick. I play with the little bud with my tongue, learning its texture, nipping and sucking and licking while she watches.
“That’s so hot,” she whimpers. “I knew it would be.”
“How many times did you think about this?” I ask, before switching to the other side. Wouldn’t want to neglect anyone.
“A lot,” she gasps, rubbing her clit against the zipper of my jeans. “Since Bathroom Incident.”
I groan, rewarding with her with a deep suck. “You have no idea how hard that makes me. Did you think of me whenever you came in that room of yours? With your fingers in your pussy, wishing it was my dick?”
She moans. “So many times.”
I grin evilly at her. “You’re going to have to wait a little longer, then,” I say, biting the top of her breast. “We’re going to go out to dinner first.”
Mia actuallywhines. “No,” she whispers. “Fuck the lessons. I want to stay here.”
Still smiling, I suck on her neck. “Nope,” I say. “We have to practice the finer parts of dating.”Also, I want to hold your hand and parade you around New Orleans.
“Then make me come first,” she begs, still grinding.
I sigh. Who am I to deny her of this? “Fine, Gorgeous. Can you come like this?” I ask, taking her hips and rubbing her forcefully against the seam of my jeans. “Or do you want my fingers?”
It sounds like she’s almost in tears when she answers, “Fingers.”
I smirk. “I can’t believe this is happening. I’ve fucking dreamed of this,” I say, tugging her jeans and panties down her legs until she’s entirely naked. I slide my fingers down, down, down, and groan when they’re immediately drenched. “Jesus, Mia. You’re fucking soaked.”
“It’s your fault,” she cries, now rubbing herself against the flat of my hand. I’m happy to take accountability.
I turn my fingers up, and just like that, my fingers are in Mia Roberts’s pussy. I blink through the realization, then hiss. “So tight, baby. I can’t wait to fit my cock in here. I can’t wait to see you stretch around it.”
