Too much bullshit with Courteney…
And fucking blue balls to boot.
I groaned as it all came back to me. My dick was already wide awake and conveniently remembering every fucking moment of last night.
She’d fucking walked out on me. In the middle of fucking me.
Because apparently, she was done.
I was definitely not.
I was so fucking stunned when she left, I didn’t even finish myself off. My hard-on had just gradually died as it sank in that she’d actually walked out on me in the middle of sex. That she was that pissed at me.
And I felt bad about it.
I’d followed her into the house, once I got my clothes on, and knocked on the door of her room. But she didn’t answer.
I rolled over now, and the sun hit me in the face. I forgot to close the damn drapes before I passed out. I’d slept in the guest room next to hers, and now I had the morning wood from hell. My pulse thudded painfully through my body, my balls throbbed, and my dick was aching.
No chick had ever done that to me before—left me hanging, mid-sex, like that.
I wasn’t even mad about it. It occurred to me to be pissed, but I wasn’t pissed.
I was fucking turned on.
I wanted her even more than I did yesterday. I didn’t even care anymore that I wasn’t supposed to want her.
I meant what I said to her last night.
Forbidden sex could be hot as hell… and when she was pissed at me? Yep. That was hot, too.
Sex with Courteney Clarke was straight-up magic. It was like nothing I’d ever experienced before, and I wanted more.
As I dragged myself out of bed, I heard the shower running in the bathroom up the hall.
I checked the time. Ten-thirty.
No wonder I was still fucking wrecked. I hardly slept last night. Just tossed and turned, jerking in and out of dirty dreams about her.
I pulled on my clothes. My dick was still half-hard, still throbbing when I heard her come out of the bathroom. Then I heard the door to her bedroom softly close.
I went over to her door and knocked.
This time, she actually answered. The door cracked open and she peered up at me. She was wearing a little bathrobe. Her hair was damp from the shower, and she looked surprisingly coherent, fresh-faced. Like she’d had a great sleep. The whites of her eyes were a little pink, though.
I nudged the door open and she backed up to let me in. I shut the door behind myself and locked it.
“Don’t yell at me,” she said softly. “I have the headache from hell.”
“Yeah? You know what’s great headache relief? Orgasm.”
“Is that another lesson?”
“I can’t believe you walked out on me like that.”
“Yeah. Sorry I failed my lesson,” she said, like she wasn’t sorry at all. She crossed her arms.
I looked her over deliberately as my dick stood up. Couldn’t help it. At this point, I was gonna be permanently hard until I came.
