Fuck, he used to make me come on repeat, and I long for that. I want to feel a heartbeat in my clit, and the ghost of him between my legs for hours after we’re done. Shit, I’m so wet just thinking about it. I press my thighs together, trying to muffle the need blooming between them, but that brings my ass harder onto him, onto his erection.
I almost moan at the shiver that runs through my whole body to end in my core. God, I need him to wake up and fuck me already…
But would he? He either has no appetite for it, or he doesn’t find me as attractive as he used to. All week, I’ve tried to get him to jump my bones using the little seduction skills I have. But I got nothing. Nothing but annoyed glares or indifferent looks.
Even now, I can’t take his erection as a good sign. This is male biology, and he’d have a hard-on whether or not I’m here. It doesn’t matter if it’s lodged between my cheeks, since he isn’t even aware of it.
But I am fucking aware. And it’s setting me ablaze. I’m hot all over now, feeling smothered by the covers. I need to get out from under them, but I can’t move. If I do, I’ll wake him up, and this wonderful—albeit frustrating—moment will end.
But between the heat and the horniness, I can’t stay in place, and Lex inevitably begins to stir.
The first sign that he’s waking up is his hand on my breast that gently squeezes, like a reflex. Then, his warm breath fanning on my neck speeds up. And when he brings his hips forward, just a fraction, I can’t hold back a slight moan.
He freezes behind me, and I want to curse myself for ruining it.
The hand on my tit slips out of my T-shirt to rest on my hip. He hesitates, probably meaning to push me away and set some distance between us, but I don’t let him. I back up into him, bold and demanding. His hold tightens on my hip, and I swear he presses me onto him even harder, his dick rock solid against my ass.
Maybe he’ll fuck me, after all. Maybe he’s done with delaying the inevitable and will give in. I’m so wet I’m probably ready for it. He doesn’t even need to go down on me. We can lower our underwear, I’ll align my hips, and he’ll give me a slow but implacable thrust until he’s buried to the hilt. We’re in his bed, where we’ve fucked for hours in the past. I’m sure he’s thinking about it too, about how good we were at it, how good it felt…
Impatient, I reach down to lower my panties. Before I can, though, Lex mutters, “Fuck,” and lets go of me.
He moves away to sit on the edge of the bed, leaving me high and dry, disoriented by the abrupt change. I turn around to say something, butI don’t know what. Do I apologize? Do I beg him to come back against me and fuck me? Do I tell him it’s okay? That I get it?
Instead of talking, I watch his broad back and the muscles on it. He’s wearing boxer briefs and nothing else, and I was so distraught by my nightmare yesterday that I didn’t even get to enjoy it when he slipped into bed with me. And now, something tells me I also missed my chance at enjoying his near-nakedness.
Before I can find something to say, he stands up and leaves the room, not sparing me even a glimpse as he walks out.
We were so close. So fucking close…
Frustration has tears welling up in my eyes. This reunion is going terribly, isn’t it? Whatever I’m doing, I’m doing it wrong.
Because I know I’ll end up wallowing in self-pity again if I don’t do something, I pick up my phone from the nightstand and send a text to Mason.
Me
Early brunch? We need to brainstorm and find new ideas. Nothing worked.
Mace the Menace
Nothing?! Damn, that man’s will is strong. Did you try the lingerie?
Me
Dude, I’ve been walking around him half naked since Monday. It’s not working.
Mace the Menace
You’re right, we need to strategize. The Sassy Brunch in 45?
Me
Perfect. See you there.
Drag brunch is exactly the distraction I need. We’ll have fun, and I’ll get to think of something other than my blue ovaries. Because it’s on the other side of town, I don’t waste any time. I brush my teeth, pass my fingers through my hair to tame it, use a wet towel between my legs to handle the situation there, moisturize, and do my makeup in record time. In the walk-in closet, I pick my peacock-blue dress and realize the opaque black tights I need are in the laundry room—I’ve been keeping a few things there, so I could find excuses to stroll around in my underwear. Once everything but those is on, I add a black blazer and check myself in the mirror. Honestly, I did great in ten minutes.
Tights, coat, bag, and I’m ready to go. I exit the bedroom, but before I head to the laundry room, I decide I should probably warn Lex. I’ll let him know I’m off for brunch and then join Mace.
Lex is nowhere in sight when I enter the guest room. But I can hear the shower running since he left the bathroom door slightly ajar. Ah, fuck. Checking the time on my phone, I grimace. If I wait for Lex to come out, I’ll be late. After a deep breath, I walk to the door.
