I lightly glide my finger up the length of Carmen’s slit.
Her back arches, a breathy moan ghosting from her parted lips.
I circle my thumb around the taut nub of her clit.
Her hand cups the firmness of her breast, kneading it. I’m so keyed up that I’m not blinking. My eyes are wide open and razor-focused on the rosy flush coloring her cheeks, her closed eyelids and lips parted in pleasure, the way she writhes as I work my hand between her legs.
But I do close my eyes when I slide a digit inside her. I can’t help it. Her clenching around me is too overwhelming.
There’s no way sex is better than this, right? How could it be? How could anything be better than this?
Tight knots pull through my whole body as I slowly work my finger in and out of her. At the same time, I keep swirling the pad of my thumb around her clit. I can’t pretend that I know what I’m doing, but judging by Carmen’s gasps and moans, and the way her hips squirm and roll, I think I’m doing alright.
“Oh, fuck, Jamie,” her voice is the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard, “this feels really good.”
That’s it. My brain is officially rearranged. I’m in some kind of altered state of consciousness.
I work my hand faster, and Carmen’s moans grow louder and more desperate. Her hand curls around my forearm, her fingernails digging into the dense muscle.
“I’m almost there,” she says, and I feel like I fall off the face of the Earth.
A molten throb stabs at the base of my cock. Carmen announces her orgasm, and as she writhes on the bed, the curve of her hip grinds against the front of my pelvis.
I fall past the point of no return. My eyelids screw tight, my jaw clenches, a savage sound rips from my throat, and as Carmen unravels and fills her tiny bedroom with blissful sounds, I coat my pants with jets of cum so strong that it feels like my soul leaves my body.
We’re both breathing hard as we come down. My pants are a hot, sticky mess. I’ve never come so much in my life.
My hand is still in her panties. I never want to take it out. Unfortunately, that would make dinner with her parents awkward.
“Good?” I ask.
Her eyes meet mine. The sight of her sated, heavy-lidded gaze with the satisfied flush on her cheeks has my cock twitching again, even though I just emptied my balls.
“Don’t get cocky all of a sudden,” she teases.
I huff a laugh. “I’m pretty sure guys who come in their pants aren’t able to pull off cocky.”
A surprised grin pops on her face. She looks down at my pants. “You didn’t. Really?”
I scoff. “Of course I did. The only surprise is that I didn’t come twice.”
Carmen bounces her eyebrows. “Making a guy come in his pants. Maybe I should be the cocky one.”
“You should be.” I really want to kiss her right now. Again. But that would be a real kiss. An intimate kiss. Not just a kiss to rise to her challenge and show her that I know how. I’m not sure she would be okay with that. Even if my hand is still inside her panties.
I might be a virgin, but I’m not so naïve that I don’t understand that a post-orgasm kiss is just … different.
“I guess you’ll need to get changed before dinner, then.” There’s amusement in Carmen’s voice, but also something else. Arousal? Maybe that’s just wishful thinking on my part. I’m pretty sure coming in your pants isn’t a turn-on. Right?
“I guess so.” My voice is more of a lament, because taking a shower and getting changed means getting up from this bed. It means pulling my hand away from Carmen’s warm center. Neither of which I have the slightest desire to do.
But duty is duty, and the whole reason we’re in this position right now is because I agreed to pretend to be her boyfriend for her parents. She needs me to do this, and I’m not about to waver.
But I can’t say that all my thoughts right now are selfless. There’s one thought I’m entertaining that isn’t selfless by a long shot.
I’m hoping that Carmen’s feeling a little tense after dinner, too. And that she wants to release that tension the same way.
23
