“Okay.”
“I have a very good vibrator.”
He choked on his beer.
“You prefer that to Sunday night? If so, can I have some feedback so I can improve my technique for next time?” He recovered quickly.
“Next time?” I smiled arrogantly. “Who said there will be a next time?”
“There’ll be a next time. You’ve not turned me off sex completely, so there will be a next time. Might not be with you though.”
I put my beer down before I dropped it. “That was… cold, Owen. Such rejection.”
He started laughing, resting on his forearms, head up to the sun. The light caught the gold flecks in his hair and I wondered if I was staring too much. “I’m hoping the next time will be with you, if that stops you from feeling rejected.” One hand took his weight and he used the other to move a strand of hair from my face.
I prayed my family weren’t watching right now else they’d be shortening the odds on when we were going to officially be a couple, and that was pressure I didn’t need. Not yet. “We can arrange some more benefits. I forgot to pack my vibrator anyway.”
“I’ve got something you can use,” Owen wriggled an eyebrow at me which made me begin to giggle. He could go from being Mr Sexy McDroolsome to a complete goofball in under two seconds and pull it off. “If you want a repeat performance, that is. And you didn’t find it too unsatisfactory.”
“You know I found it very satisfying. Shall I show you where my room is? You can sneak up there later if you need to prove that you’re better for the task than the Purple Penis,” I said, desperately trying to keep my hands to myself.
“I’m sure I can find your room. Just tell me which one it is,” he said, his expression cocky.
I shook my head. “Seph has the one next to me. You really don’t want to pay him a night time visit. He’d have a lot of questions…”
“Show me your room then. Although this is making me feel like I’m fifteen again.”
We headed in, picking up another couple of bottles of beer on the way. Everyone was too busy to notice us for once as we slipped into the kitchen, through the huge open plan room to the stairs. I made a point of telling Owen who was in each room as we passed, until we got to mine. “This one,” I said, tapping the door. “The one facing the Keeley Farmer painting.” I pointed to the picture facing my door. “That’s the sign for your booty call.”
Then he turned suddenly, powerful arms capturing me between him and the wall. “And what’s my prize for following you here so you can show me the door of your room?”
I kept my hands by my sides and tried to ignore the heat I felt between my legs. “Certain benefits later.”
“Can I preview one of those benefits now?”
My eyes dropped to his jeans. He was hard. I hadn’t even touched him.
He took one hand and used a finger to lift my chin so I looked at him. “You were telling me about your Purple Penis, Payts. Where do you think that took my imagination?”
“I would’ve thought you might’ve started questioning your technique?” I said, digging a finger in his chest.
“It made me think about you lying on your bed with your legs spread, playing with that tight pussy and all I now want to do is be the only one who’s playing with it. Every night this week I’ve lay in bed and jacked off remembering how it felt when you came around my cock.” His words were a whisper. No one but me would be able to hear them, even if they were standing two feet away.
The finger that had poked him in the chest was now palm-flat on him, the other hand joining it, running over the contours of his muscles. He hadn’t put his t-shirt back on and I didn’t have the vocabulary to complain. Then lips pressed against mine and he took my mouth with his, probing with his tongue, demanding of me what he needed. My kind, sometimes geeky, bookseller was a pure alpha when he was on his own with me and I liked it.
His hands went to my hips and steadied me while his stepped closer, close enough that he could press his body against mine. “Every night, I’ve been this hard because of you. When I’ve made myself come, I’ve been thinking of how your tits feel in my hands; how your pussy feels when I’m fingering you; how my name sounds when you come around my dick. That’s how hard you keep making me.” He took one of my hands and squeezed it between us, pressing my fingers against his cock. I became wetter at the feel of its size, my body remembering how he’d stretched me so I fit all of him in.
“Now,” I whispered. “We have time before dinner. I need you to fuck me.”
He let go of me and took a step back, giving me that big dirty grin. “You’ll have to wait, gorgeous. Maybe use your Purple Penis seeing as it’s so good.”
“Bastard,” I said to his back as he walked off. “I’ll lock my door later. I’ll use that Purple Penis then instead of having you.”
He turned around grinning. “You so won’t. Friends don’t lock each other out. And you know I’m better.”
I bit my lips together and opened my bedroom door, needing to look less like I was on the verge of an orgasm before I joined my parents for dinner, cursing the man who had brought me to this state and wondering exactly what would happen when he did sneak into my room later.
Chapter Sixteen
