I tease that same nipple with my thumb until her whole back is arching into my touch. “You want a construction guy to fuck around with?” I lean closer, mouth hovering at her throat. “There’s one who lives three doors down from you. Actually, he’s your new roommate.”
Her lips part, eyes widening in surprise. And then I bite down on her chest, leaving enough of a mark that she’ll see it now, but not enough that it’ll still be there in ten minutes.
“Gabriel!” she gasps.
I move lower, sucking her nipple between my teeth, tugging hard enough to send a jolt of pleasure through her body. She’s moaning my name, and I don’t think she even realizes it.
“You didn’t want anything to do with men, then I fucked you in your shower, and now you’re willing to go on a date with a guy that sounds a lot like a worse version of me.”
“That’s what it was about between us. It was about getting back out there,” she answers breathlessly. “For you too. That’s all it was. We agreed it was a one-time thing.”
I move lower, licking another wet, messy stripe over her pussy, relishing the way her whole body shakes beneath me. I’m not done with her yet, even if she is right. It was about both of us scratching an itch. Fulfilling a need for different reasons. But now that I’ve had a taste of her... I don’t like the idea of me being her fluffer.
“You’re right, Alessia. That is what we agreed to.”
I sit back, admiring the view of her spread out on my rug with just the reflection of the flames from the fire illuminating her soft, brown skin. I unbutton my jeans, pushing them just far enough down my hips to free my cock.
Her breathing stills when she sees it. I wrap my hand around myself and stroke firmly, all the way to the base then back to the tip. Her eyes are hooded as she watches me work myself until I’m the hardest I’ve been in years.
She squirms. She tries to stretch her legs wider like she’s making room. She wants me to fuck her. She wantsme. It’s as if she’s already made her choice over going on her date, or staying, whether she realizes it or not.
I fist myself harder, letting her watch and getting myself right to the edge, then thrust my free hand back inside her pussy to make sure she’s still ready for me. She is. I remove those fingers and rub her arousal all down my shaft as lube.
“Go on your little date,” I say as I run my thumb over the leaking tip of my crown, mixing our wetness together. “But I’m going to fuck you before it. Do you want me to use a condom?”
She shakes her head no.
“Good girl.”
I reward her with a slow twist of my fingers that I plunge back inside of her, dragging my thumb over her clit just to watch her shudder. She may not want me to wear a condom, but she’s still not going to get off easily tonight.
“… But I’m still going to punish you,” I finish.
Her eyes narrow in confusion. I don’t give her a chance to ask questions. Instead, I press the thick head of my cock against her soaked entrance, withdrawing my fingers and lifting her hips slightly to meet me. And then I press inside slowly.
Andfuck—she’s wet. So fucking tight.
I’ve thought about this more times than I’d care to admit since the night we spent together. And I know, without a doubt, I’ll keep thinking about it long after tonight. I sink in slow, teasing her, pushing down on her knees to spread her wide, making her take every inch at my pace. Dragging it out, even though I know I could bust just from how tight she feels around me already.
Her hands slide to her breasts, fingers rolling her own nipples, teasing herself. I like that she knows what she needs to come now. That she’s not shy about it. But I stop her anyway because tonight, she’s not getting that release yet.
“Hands above your head,” I tell her.
She looks surprised by my tone, but obeys, stretching her arms above her head against the rug, pushing her tits together like a fucking offering.
Beautiful.
I lean down, flicking my tongue over one hardened peak, then the other, sucking them between my lips just long enough to draw out a sharp little moan before I release them and continue edging her.
“You’re such a wet mess for me,” I murmur against her skin. “It’s a shame you’ll never know how good your pussy feels.”
She exhales shakily, eyes fluttering shut, and when I glance down at where we’re joined, fuck—I wish I could sear the image into my brain. Her soft, bare pussy, stretched tight around my cock, swallowing me whole like she was made forthis.
Made for me.
My spine tightens as I drill into her deeper. I’m in so far, I can see the imprint of my cock in her womb. I know she needs more friction, so I press my thumb to her clit, rubbing just enough to make her whimper. Not enough to get her there—just enough to keep her chasing something I won’t let her have.
“You have no idea how many times I’ve fantasized about this,” I tell her, voice low, rough.
