I didn’t bring a condom. As much as I was hoping this would happen, I didn’t think it would. And I’m not stopping to ask her for one. She’s so damn close, but her face is in agony. She can’t come. Not like this.
Sliding my hand inside her tights, I find her wet beneath my fingers. It’s enough to make my entrance easier and I push her into such a frenzy that she gasps for breath as she rides my hand.
I lick her nipple through the fabric until she pulls away frustrated and then pulls down her tube top. I smile as I take the raspberry-like nipple between my teeth and lightly bite.
She gasps and pulls my hair. It hurts, but it makes me even harder. “Fuck,” I curse, under my breath.
“Yes,” she whispers as her pussy opens beneath my fingers. I slide my middle finger back until I’m inside of her and rub the spot I know will make her come.
I find it easily and she arches her back, panting and moaning. I press firmly, and her clit turns rigid. Tossing back her hair, she screams—coming hard and loud all over my hand.
Fucking beautiful.
Her pussy keeps spasming over my fingers and she pulls away. “Oh my God,” she whispers. Though she keeps her eyes closed, she covers them with her arm anyway. “I can’t believe that just happened.”
I smile. “You came beautifully. I want you to come again.” She drops her arm, and opens her eyes, staring at me skeptically. Then her gaze falls to the bulge in my pants, and my dick grows harder at her inspection.
“Wait here,” she says and then scurries off my lap. She raises her top as she jogs down the hallway.
In the silence of her house, my phone rings and it startles me. I’d forgotten about the outside world. But at that moment, Sage returns with a condom in her hand and I don’t give a shit who’s calling right now, I’m not going to answer it.
“Was that a phone?” she asks, looking around the room.
“Yeah, it was mine. Just ignore it.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.God, yes.”
She smiles but then the smile wavers when another phone rings. Although I’m not sure it’s a phone at first because it’s not exactly a ringtone but a duck quacking.
Who would choose that as their ringtone?
“Shit. That’s my phone.”
“Just ignore it.”
She looks toward the kitchen counter conflicted. Biting her lips, she looks at me and then looks at the phone. “I normally would. But that’s got to be more than a coincidence. I’m going to check the number.”
She jogs to the kitchen and turns to me as soon as she sees the caller I.D. “It’s Austin.”
Sitting up, I grab my phone from the coffee table. Opening the screen, I have a missed call from my brother. “You better answer it.”
My heart sinks and I get this heavy feeling in the pit of my stomach. Why would Austin call both our cell phones? What if my father took a turn for the worse? What if–
“Austin, it’s Sage. What’s wrong?”
Sage listens intently as Austin relays a message to her. She looks up at me. “Yeah. He’s here. Okay, I’ll pass you the phone.”
She offers me her cell phone, a shiny blue case with raised white seashells on it. I hesitate for a second before bringing it to my ear. “Austin? What’s going on?”
“It’s Dad.”
The feeling in my stomach intensifies and I clench my fists to fight the pain. “Is he… Is he–”
“Yes. He’s awake.”
A whooshing sound races through my ears, and I lean back against the couch. “He’s awake?”
