Big, big trouble.
Chapter Nine
Pacino
Last night was more than I thought it would be. I had no idea Phoebe wasn’t as vanilla as I originally thought. And knowing her moans were from dreams of me has set me off in a way that hasn’t quite diminished yet.
My question about her virginity was answered rather quickly. There was no resistance when I entered her. In fact, she was so wet, it was like a slip and slide. She felt so fucking good.
And now I’m hooked.
We said goodnight after dinner, and now I lie in my bed and stare up at the ceiling. Well, I stare up into the darkness, but I know the ceiling is there.
And I’m fucking hard.
Getting up, I strip out of my sweatpants and walk naked to her room. I know the lack of light helps conceal me, and it’s easier not to have an extra barrier between us.
“Yellow Crayon, are you awake?” I whisper as I open the guest room door.
“You can come in.”
God, I hope she means that literally. “Can’t sleep either?”
“No, not really.”
“Need something to release some tension?”I offer.
How do I go about asking a woman if she wants me to fuck her? I’m so out of practice, and the blood isn’t exactly rushing to the top of my body right now.
Fuck, I’m so turned on that I throb. I’m not sure she’d need to do more than stroke me a few times to have my load shooting all over her.
I have to calm down. I won’t last long enough to make her come if I don’t.
“What do you have in mind?” Phoebe asks.
Smiling despite knowing she can’t see me, I walk over to the bed. “I slept like a baby after last night.”
“You want to have sex with me again?”
There’s a surprise to her tone. “Yellow Crayon, you felt so damn good. It was all I could think about today.”
Reaching out to find her hand on the bed, I pick it up and place it on my cock. She gasps but runs her soft hand along my length, her thumb rubbing the tip to spread the pre-cum already there.
I want her to suck me so fucking bad, but I can’t ask her to do that. It’s not right when I can’t give her what she’ll want in return. I can’t give her the connection I know she wants even if she doesn’t say it.
“You got like this from thinking of me?” she asks. “You could’ve gone to your friend.”
“She’s not you.”
Hearing her surprised gasps makes me thrust into her hand. “I suppose I can help a friend out.”
A friend? Oh, baby, we’re far beyond friends at this point.
She stands, and I reach down to test how ready she is. No panties. And she’s wet. Not quite as wet as last night, but she wasn’t woken up from a sex dream.
Bending down, she assumes the position, and I wish the lights were on to watch her. I can only imagine how beautiful she looks, but I can’t risk it. Not yet.
She’d try to look at me.
