We can talk about it tonight on our date. I’ll give him a chance, but if Leo behaves so pushy again, I’ll end things. We’re not fully committed yet.
We have the whole weekend to sort through things and have some sexy fun. NowthatI’m eager for. I could use a stress reliever.
As I leave my bedroom, I stop in my tracks with the urge to rub one out, even though I’ve already showered and I’m dressed. I have no idea why I’m suddenly craving a handy.
Whatever.
Since my kids aren’t home, I ease out of my clothes, careful not to wrinkle them. Once I’m fully naked, I head to my nightstand drawer, grab my lube, and pour a squirt of oil into my hand.
I sit on the edge of my bed with a view of my body in the full-length mirror in front of me. I fist my length, and spread the oil over myself, then I watch myself getting off. Watching as I masturbate started years ago, before I met Malcolm, and I’ve been doing it ever since. It adds another element of arousal.
My hand moves rapidly and tightly enough to rush my orgasm.
As I get into it, my eyes fall shut, and I envision not Leo, but Calvin, sitting naked between my knees and sucking me off. His green eyes have gone black, which sparkle with lust as he curls his tongue along the head, lapping beads of precum. Is it cheating if I masturbate to someone other than the man I’m currently dating? I try to think of Leo, but Calvin is intrusive, not that I currently mind.
A groan slips out of me at the visual. My hand moves faster and tighter, twisting and pulling, swiping and rubbing. My face flushes as always, while my heart beats faster.
Calvin sucks me down to the root, making his eyes water. He gags around me, which is the hottest thing for some reason, though I doubt I’m big enough to choke him like that.
It doesn’t take me long to come all over my hand and onto my floor. I pull out my orgasm for as long as possible before falling back into my bed. My racing heart takes a minute to calm down as I grow numb all over. Part of me wants to curl up in bed for the night with a good book, already feeling satiated.
This is bad, right?
Perhaps I shouldn’t have rubbed one out with Leo coming over after we go out to dinner. Well, it’s too late now.
I finally get my butt up, head to the bathroom, and wash my hands. Then I get dressed since I need to meet up with Leo soon. Can’t be late.
Leo stands when I arrive at the tapas bar. He pulls me into a hug, and we give each other a quick kiss.
“Mmm, you smell good,” he says. “Really good.”
My face heats because I’m sure I still have that lingering smell of sex on me. I should’ve showered again.
“Thanks,” I say.
I sit down across from him in the booth and order a glass of wine.
He reaches for me across the table, and I take his hand. “Listen, I want to apologize again about last night. I just want more, you know, then I see your neighbor, and I couldn’t help but wonder if you two are dating, too. The jealousy took hold of me.”
I smile and squeeze his hand. “It’s fine. Thanks for that. And no, I’m not dating my neighbor. As I’ve told you, he’s the guardian of a boy who came into his life a couple of weeks ago, and he’s trying to figure things out. He came to me for help since I have kids, too. That’s it. Nothing more.”
“Good. Okay. Let’s have a nice meal and some very nice sex.” He winks at me when he says that, and once again, my face burns. I’m not a prude or anything, but I’ve always reacted that way around boys and men all my life. It’s a lingering shyness from my youth. Leo’s winking also sends me back to watching Cal sitting between my legs.
Not helping, Seth.
When our server returns, we order some calamari in adobo sauce, grilled octopus with potatoes, pasta, and braised pork ribs, and we paired them with some vegetables and fancy cocktails.
“This place is nice,” he says as he butters some bread.
“Calvin suggested it. He takes clients here, apparently. He’s an architect and has his own business. I’m not sure what he’s built yet. We’re still getting to know each other.”
“Uh-huh.”
“He’s having to take off work so he can take care of this boy. Can you imagine losing your parents in a car accident?”
“It’s hard, I’m sure.”
“Yep. Really hard. The boy’s scared and grieving, only to be removed from his home and friends, then to live with someone he doesn’t know. Poor kid.”
