Me: Reed, it’s too early to be hostile . We were thinking more along the lines of Mario Kart or something. Also, if you want to bring food or drinks, feel free to. If not, I’ll take care of it.
I sent my message, tossed my phone down into my cup holder, and backed out of Harper’s driveway. I drove in silence, making a mental checklist of what I needed to do when I gothome. I needed to feed my cat, tidy up, pack an overnight bag, and shower.
My apartment was about ten minutes from Harper’s place, perk of living in a small town. I pulled into my parking space, placed my truck in park, turned it off, and got out. I stepped out of my car, embracing the chilly air. In Michigan, it either snowed in October or it didn't snow until January, but I’m thinking we will be getting some before the end of November.
I grabbed my work bag and headed inside. I never left my tools in my truck, just as a precaution. I knew almost everyone in town, but you still never know.
Where I lived wasn’t all that fancy, but it was a beautiful place. There were only three floors here. As you walked through the front door, there was a lobby where packages were left. We didn’t have a doorman, but you needed a pin to get through the next set of doors.
The lobby was eye-catching. The wall along the entrance door was made of all windows, causing it to be frigid. The dark navy blue carpet provided a nice contrast to the light gray walls. Different paintings were hung to brighten the area, even a few that Wren had painted herself. Finding that out from my landlord was quite a shock. Her work was beautiful.
I keyed my code into the door and waited for the click. I swung it open and walked towards the elevators on the left side of the hallway. They were tucked in a nook far enough away not to bother the people living in the apartments on the first floor. I walked in and hit the number two, then the button that closes the door.
When the elevator opened, I walked to my apartment. As I opened my door, Chaplin greeted me. He was a two-year-old, long-haired tuxedo cat that spent more than half of the day sleeping and the rest complaining. Truthfully, he was spoiled.
“Hey, Chap.” I shut the front door, setting my bag on the ground next to it. Chaplin greeted me with a loud chirp. Isank down to my knees next to him, giving him head scritches.
I pulled my phone from my pocket and sent Harper a text.
Me: Sweetheart, I’ll be there in a bit, going to jump in the shower before coming back out. I’ll see you two soon.
Of course, her response came immediately.
Princess: Drive safe, Tucky, it’s starting to snow.
Smirking at the awful new nickname, I set down my phone and grabbed what I needed for a shower. I started the shower, letting the water warm up before stepping in. I was determined to do three things when I got in. Wash my hair, wash my body, and come. Not exactly in that order either.
Perks of living alone? I could keep my pocket pussy in the top drawer of my bathroom. It was silicone wrapped in hard plastic. The silicone portion was skin-like and felt pretty realistic, but still not exact. The inside was ribbed and had a pressure regulator that made fucking a toy absolutely amazing. I stripped out of my clothes, flashlight in hand, and I let my mind wander. My mind moved between the work week, to what I needed to pack for Cam’s, to Harper telling me she loved me.
My cock twitched at the memory. The memory of the smell of her, sweet like strawberries, honey, and vanilla. The memory of how she felt pressed up against me. The feeling of knowing she was mine as much as I was hers.
“Fuck.” I groaned, dragging a hand down my face. I knew why I brought out my fuck toy, but it was nothing like the real thing. Hearing her moans and how I made her feel did more for me than anything else. I knew we would have sex when I got there, but I just couldn’t wait.
I applied a generous amount of lube to my cock and strokedit eagerly. As I slid the fuck-toy over my thick shaft, I imagined how Harper’s cunt was always wet and ready for us. So, fucking tight. I pumped my now aching dick into the silicone toy.
I braced myself with a hand on my vanity, catching sight of my lust-filled gaze in the mirror. I glanced down at my cock as I worked the toy over my length. I released a shuddering breath, closing my eyes.
I wondered if Cam would bottom for me. The thought caused me to buck my hips without thinking. My body acted as if the toy was his ass. I could imagine how tight he would be. God, knowing I’d be the first—and hopefully last—man to fuck his pretty little hole had me reeling. He would look so beautiful stretched around my thick cock.
“Shit,” I gasped. I was already so close. He was so responsive anytime we touched or kissed. The way he came in his pants at work while sucking me off? I couldn’t even imagine the noises he would make while riding me.
“Oh, God.” I gripped the counter tighter and threw my head back. I fucked into my toy relentlessly. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.” I mumbled, closing my eyes tightly. The groan that escaped my throat was guttural. I filled my fuck-toy full of cum and kept fucking it until I was totally spent.
I pulled it off my shaft, placing it in the sink. I needed to catch my breath before I did anything else.
Adding asking Cameron if I can fuck him was absolutely going on my to-do list.
I cleaned and dried my toy, placing it back into the drawer before finally stepping into the shower.
As the water poured over my back, I closed my eyes, letting the water cascade down my hair and body. I went through the motions of washing my dark, straight hair; it was getting long, landing right underneath my shoulder blades. Most days, I kept it in a bun or hidden under a hat, but I think I was due for a cut.
I washed my face and the rest of my body quickly, since Ihad already been home for a while. I wasn’t sure of the game plan yet with Harper and Cam, but with them, I had a fear of missing out.
After I was done, I stepped out of the shower and dried myself off. I wrapped my hair in the towel while I finished my skin and beard care routine.
It was cold when I came in from my truck, and Harper said it snowing, so I put on a pair of black joggers and paired them with a red hoodie. It made my hair look even darker as I took it out of the towel. I added a lightweight Moroccan oil to my hair and left it down to dry. It was thick, so it would take a while.
I picked up my phone as I headed out of the bathroom. I had a text from Harper.
