Drawing lazy circles against the distended nub, I smear juices from my opening up and down. When the area is coated in my natural lubricant, I pick up the speed of my strokes, working myself to a wondrous peak stopping right before I take the plunge. My legs are literally shaking from the anticipation, but I don’t let myself come. I need to draw this out and enjoy every second of it.
Teasing myself, I give my hardened nipples a rough pinch and moan at the pleasurable pain. Bringing my other hand to my lips I suck my fingers into my mouth, tasting my own arousal.
Goose bumps prickle my sensitive skin and the groan that escapes me is guttural.
“Fuck, yes…”
When my fingers are good and drenched, I trail my hand back down my quivering abdomen and to my waiting sex. I slap my palm against my clit and imagine that it’s Andrew’s rock hard cock slapping against my tender mound.
I need to feel him inside me and I know my fingers won’t do. Pulling open the drawer of my nightstand, my hand searches aimlessly until I find just what I’m looking for. My old buddy and Ronaldo’s best friend, Cristiano.
With my fingers wrapped around the thick dildo, I slip it between my folds as my eyes slide shut. The toy stretches me deliciously and I grind my hips into the movement, wanting every inch inside of me as soon as possible.
When it’s shoved inside of me to the hilt, my moans fill the air as I get used to the fullness.
“Fuck me, Andrew,” I groan desperately, wishing I had him right here in my bed with me.
But I have to make do with Cristiano in Andrew’s absence because if I don’t come I might just explode at some inopportune time and embarrass myself.
Using rapid thrusts, I pump the length of it into me repeatedly chanting Andrew’s name all the while.
I picture his hips thrusting into me almost violently and my voice is ragged when I call his name again.
“Yes, just like that,” I cry out as a scorching ball of fire settles in the pit of my stomach, the heat threatening to spread.
I’m gonna fucking come.
“Ah, fuck.”
The motions of my hands grow more and more frantic, pushing me steadily to my undoing. My toes curl into the sheets, anticipating my release. I can feel my body temperature rising with each passing second.
I’m climbing that mountain, ready to reach the climax, until the sound of a heavy fist pounding on my door knocks me off that path.
Without thinking, I fling Cristiano across the room and hear it collide with my lampshade as I hide under the covers as if someone can see me. It feels as though I’ve been caught with my hand in the cookie jar.
The sound comes again not even seconds later and my eyes narrow.
Who the hell is at my door at the butt crack of dawn?
My infuriating superintendent comes to mind and I’m hopping out of bed in no time. Ignoring the sad whimper from my lady parts, I pull on a robe and beat a hasty path to my front door.
This jerk is going to wish he’d stayed in bed today.
Tightening the robe around my waist, I yank open the door and my nasty words for my superintendent fall silent on my lips. Standing on my doorstep, looking sexier than anyone has the right to look, is my wet dream in human form.
And he’s smiling at me.
Ten
ANDREW
“Morning, Cupcake.” I give her a winning smile and take in her flushed appearance.
I witness a blush creep up her inviting neck in the aftermath of my greeting. My fingers are eager to grab onto her neck and mark her there with my tongue. Even better than my tongue would be the hot spray of my thick cum after she—
“What are you doing here unannounced for the second time in less than twenty-four hours, and at six-thirty in the morning?” my temptress asks, finding her voice.
I can’t tear my eyes away from the soft column of her neck and she reaches up to cover it with her small hand as if she’s attempting to hide the vulnerable area from my sight.
But she’s too late because I’ve already committed every alluring inch of it to my memory. It’s the reason I’m here so fucking early. No matter what I did at home, I saw her everywhere. When I closed my eyes to sleep, she was right there in my damn dreams.
This has never happened to me before so I got my ass out of bed and drove across town to confront her.
A decision I’m currently rethinking.
She looks fuckable in that satin robe. With her cheeks tinted a red hue and her hair wild and free, she looks like a woman who’s been thoroughly fucked.
I’m tempted to point it out with a teasing remark, but think better of it when I remember she’s currently living without the luxury of air conditioning.
But that doesn’t explain the hardened nipples visible through the thin material of her robe.
Fuck.
“Andrew!” Lilah’s voice rises as she snaps her fingers near my ear.
“Sorry, you were saying?”
She does her signature move and crosses her arms across her chest.
“Are you going to tell me why you’re here or not?” she asks, that cute little frown marring her features.
Goddamn, she’s adorable. I could stand here ogling her all damn morning.
Leaning against the doorframe, I mirror her crossed arms.
“That depends. Tell me what you were doing before I got here.”
That same red blush sweeps over her neck and cheeks and I give a triumphant smirk.
She was touching herself before I got here. Shit, that thought sends my raging libido through the roof.
“I was sleeping,” Lilah shares with a shaky breath.
Yeah, fucking right.
“You’re an awful liar. You know that, Cupcake?”
“You know,” she starts, that defiant air returning to her words,
