I smiled. “Okay. I’ll see you then.”
“Bye.”
“Bye,” I said, and hung up, flopping onto my pillows with a huge grin on my face. Lordy, a night alone with Stoney. It’s quite possible my stomach might explode with excitement.
* * *
Stoney
Ihung up with Sabrina, her voice doing incredibly inconvenient things to my dick, and headed to my bathroom. I stripped, then stepped into the shower, my dick at half-mast after my conversation with Breezy. Jesus, she was sexy as fuck.
I soaped up, wrapping my hand around my dick, visions of Sabrina flooding my mind as I slid my hand up and down my shaft. I cupped my balls with one hand, working my dick with the other, pumping faster and faster as I imagined my dick inside Sabrina. I had a feeling she’d be tight, every inch of her curvy body ready to be licked, her pussy wet and ready.
I moved my hand faster and faster until my balls tightened, and I let myself go, my cum landing on the shower floor. Jesus, I needed to bury myself deep and soon or I was gonna waste a fuck of a lot of hot water.
I finished up my shower, then dressed and headed downstairs. Time for alcohol to ease the ache.
Sabrina
Tuesday night, Stoney arrived at six twenty-nine, and I pulled open the door to find him in a dark pair of jeans, motorcycle boots, a black Henley and his leather vest. He looked edible.
“Hi,” I said, smiling. “Come in.”
“Hi,” he returned, walking inside and kissing my cheek. “You look beautiful.”
I wore a pair of skinny jeans with a blue floral, blousy top, and a pair of black four-inch heeled booties.
“Thanks. So do you.”
He chuckled. “You ready?”
I nodded. “Let me just grab my purse.”
He waited in the foyer while I gathered my purse and keys, then I set the alarm, locked up and followed him outside. He’d brought a truck tonight, which I was grateful for, and he gallantly held the door open for me and helped me climb inside.
“Where are you taking me?” I asked, once he was inside the truck.
