How is she enjoying this? I made her come in the car before she dragged me up here, and she’s clearly getting her rocks off a second time, but I’m not even close. I can’t get into it. I should be focused on the naked girl beneath me, but instead, my mind wanders to her. To her full lips. Her striking blue eyes. The way she looked lying beside me before I fell asleep.
This was a mistake.
We’ve been screwing for close to twenty minutes. Sweat drips down my back and my release is literally nowhere in sight. I thrust into her harder. Deeper. I am not going to let her get in my fucking head.
Goddammit. What is wrong with me?
Fuck it. I’ve had enough. I groan loud and scrunch my eyes closed, faking that I’ve dropped my load, before I pull out and sag against Sarah’s naked body. Thank fuck for condoms. Between that and my hand I should be able to hide my still evident hard on. How fucking embarrassing.
I roll to my side, grab my boxers off the floor and head to the attached bathroom, my hand over my dick as if I’m trying to keep the condom from slipping off. Sarah’s breaths are heavy behind me as I close the door and sag against the wall.
I stare at my still erect cock and clench my jaw. “You and me are going to have words,” I mutter. Bracing my hands on the countertop, I take a moment to catch my breath and will my cock to stand down. Does it? No. Why? Because my dick is a fucking dick. “Not cool, dude. See if you get action again anytime soon.” He won’t come in Sarah’s cunt, and he’s determined to leave me with a case of blue balls.
Fuck me right now. I lean back and fist myself, working my length up and down in an effort to find my own release. I can hear Sarah moving around in her room, but I block out the sounds as I think of the one chick I shouldn’t be thinking of. Get it together, man. You’re letting her fuck with your head. I tighten my grip, envisioning her tight little pussy. The soft mewls of pleasure she made. The way she clung to me like she couldn’t bear to let go. That was seriously a good fucking night.
Out of nowhere, my orgasm slams into me. Fuck. I empty myself into my hand, my chest heaving as I meet my own startled reflection. That was unexpected. I’ll have to try that fantasy more often.
Irritation thrums through me. She left. She walked away without a word and now I can’t even get off without thinking of her. This is some seriously messed up shit.
Washing my hands, I take care of business, slip on my boxers and go back out to Sarah’s room in search of my jeans. Ah. There they are. I start dressing, eager to get the hell out of here, when—still naked—Sarah makes a beeline for me. Her small perky tits bounce with her steps and she gives me a wanton look. What is she up to now?
She runs her manicured nails over my chest and leans up on tiptoe to kiss my neck. “That was fun,” she says, her voice husky.
I force myself to remain still and face her. I do the polite thing and plant a kiss on her lips, giving her a sly grin. “Always fun,” I tell her. “But I gotta run. I’m supposed to meet Roman after school and”—I check the time on my phone—“school’s already out. I’ll catch you later,” I say, not really meaning it. Coming here was supposed to smooth shit over between us so we could go back to our casual arrangement. An arrangement I’m no longer interested in maintaining.
Her face falls and I hesitate. Tilting her chin up I brush my thumb along her jaw.
“Why the long face, beautiful?” She brightens at the endearment but forces a petulant look on her face. One I can see right through.
“I thought we could, I don’t know, hang out?” Her cheeks turn pink and I stifle a groan, forcing the easy and carefree smile to remain on my face. I need to end this. If the shitty fuck wasn’t an indication, this whole wanting to hang out bit certainly is.
“Sarah,” I draw her name out and tsk.
Her eyes water, and despite feeling like a piece of shit, I force myself to say the next words that come out of my mouth. “We’re not a thing. We’re friends with benefits—without the friend part.”
She sniffles. “And if that’s not enough for me?”
I look up the ceiling. We just went over this. “Then I’m out. I don’t do complicated pussy.” I grab the last of my clothes and head for the door.
“Stop.”
I don’t.
“Emilio Chavez, if you walk out that door you are never getting with me again,” she threatens, as if that is enough to make me reconsider.
“Later, Sarah.” This was a mistake. I should have stayed in class.
“Emilio, please.”
I sigh, but keep walking, pulling out my phone to text Aaron.
“I drove you. You can’t just leave.”
Clearly, she doesn’t know me if she thinks a thing as simple as a ride will slow me down.
Me: I’m going to your place.
Aaron: Why?
