My body’s reaction takes me off-guard. A thrill shoots through my groin like a rocket. Stars explode across my field of vision. And I come inside my boxers.
No way. No fucking way.
Oblivious to what just happened, Jules falls back on the mattress, mumbling and panting up at the fan overhead. Meanwhile, I’m squirming in my socks as a thick glob of cum is slowly rolling down the inside of my leg.Great.
As I try to navigate how I’m going to maneuver my way out of this mess without embarrassing myself, Jules cranes her neck to observe me.
“You okay?” she asks, a sexy, raspy quality to her voice as she examines my expression.
“I, um…I—” My voice squeaks like the goddamned teenager I’ve reverted back to. “You mind if I use your bathroom?”
She lifts a shoulder in a shrug, but her stare zeroes in on me with eagle-eyed suspicion. “Sure. Second door to your left.”
Heat crawls up my neck as I slowly rise to my feet, wishing Jules would give me some goddamned privacy and look away. But she doesn’t. She just keeps staring.
I cup a hand over my junk. I start backing away to the door, almost tripping on our discarded clothing in the process.
That’s when Jules sits up, narrowing her eyes on my damp underwear. Today of all days, why’d I have to wear gray?
“What are you looking at?” I mumble, annoyed.
A slow smile tips up one corner of her mouth. “Wait—did you—?”
“Yes, Jules. Yes,” I admit with resignation.
At first, her expression is shocked. Then, her eyes darken with mischief. “Say it…” she dares me.
Is she serious?
“Tell me what I did to you,” she insists, her voice husky.
On a sigh, I drag my free palm over my sticky mouth. “You made me come in my pants, you troublemaker. That’s what you did to me.”
Her grin twinkles with equal parts amusement and satisfaction.
“It’s been a while, all right?” I bark out defensively. “And you were really wet. And so damn tight. And that turned me on. And you taste damn, fucking amazing, okay? Plus, you were moaning my name. So I don’t want to hear—”
Before I can finish cussing her out, she springs up out of the bed. Her arms fling around my neck and she kisses me silly again. Her tongue dips into my mouth, searching for mine. She groans.
“Hurry up and use the bathroom. I’m not done having my way with you.”
A growl erupts from my chest. I land an open-palmed smack on her ass. “Crazy woman.”
“Can’t wait to show you how crazy I am.” She smacksmyass right back. “Now, scoot.” Her chin points toward the door.
Shaking my head, I turn for the bathroom.
“Clean bath towels are on the shelf over the toilet,” I hear her yell after me.
“Thanks,” I mumble, annoyed with how smug she’s being.
The bathroom is as small and cluttered as every other part of this house. I peel off my ruined underwear and throw them in the garbage. I guess I’ll be doing the walk of shame commando-style in the morning. What other choice do I have?
I clean up quickly, jumping into the shower and lathering up with the girly bodywash I find there. It all takes me exactly 10.98 seconds before I’m drying off with a towel and tossing it into the laundry hamper, excited to get back to her bed.
Jules is borderline scary. What does it say about me that I’m so hungry for more of her?
I burst back into the bedroom like I’m being chased by an ax murderer, eager to pick up where we left off.
