Ignoring her insistence that she can get into her own apartment without issue, I tell the driver I’ll be back in a minute. Maya lives on the fifth floor of an older building with no elevator, which she grumbles about the entire way up. I have no complaints, considering the view of her ass is top tier.
“Thanks for tonight,” she says once we make it to her floor. Outside her apartment door, she shifts from foot to foot and nibbles on her lower lip. “I had a lot of fun.”
I take a step forward, and another one, until we’re chest to chest and I’ve got her back pressed against her door. The electricity between us could power a Tesla indefinitely. Tucking a piece of hair behind her ear, I lower my head. I move slowly, giving her ample time to push me away. She doesn’t.
With one last inhale, I capture her lips with urgency. Our tongues twirl against one another in a heated dance, tasting and teasing. I grasp her waist and pull her closer, and when she responds by rubbing against my aching cock, a rumbling moan comes from deep in my chest. A burning hunger builds inside me, an adrenaline rush that can only be compared to the one I experience during a face-off.
When we finally break apart, we both suck in quick and shallow breaths.Fuck. I’ve kissed a lot of women, but I’ve never ended a kiss and immediately been desperate for another like I am now.
Maya toys with the hair at my nape. “Your rating is going to plummet if you make the driver wait any longer.”
I nuzzle into her neck and gently nip the sensitive skin with my teeth. “I’ll text you tomorrow, yeah?”
“Okay.”
Her breathy whisper is almost my undoing. I consider diving in again, fuck the rideshare rating. But I’m stopped when she slips inside her apartment and gives me a small, shy smile as she closes the door.
I rest my head against the solid wood for a moment, reining myself back in, then jog back down five flights of stairs.
I pass out almost immediately upon arriving home and have the best night’s sleep I’ve had in a long time. It’s not until Goose whines that I begrudgingly open my eyes the next morning. My alarm hasn’t gone off, yet my room is lighter than I expect.
Rolling over, I rub a hand over my face and snatch my phone from the nightstand to check the time. When the display lights up, I’m greeted with a whole slew of messages.
Jake Reid
Yo, Berrett. Are we riding to the airport together?
Hellooooo?
Logan Clark
Can we focus on the fact that I’m in love?
Cameron Davies
I’m sure Berrett got laid and that’s why he’s sleeping in.
Logan Clark
He could’ve been kidnapped for ransom or some shit.
Jake Reid
Adults can’t be KIDnapped. Idiot.
Logan Clark
Semantics.
So… do you guys want to be groomsmen at my wedding?
Cameron Davies
All right, now I’m a little worried too.
Logan Clark
