Flashing her a grin, I push open my door and tip my head for her to follow. “Just tell her I need to check my schedule and make sure they don’t have me on for that weekend. If they don’t, I’ll try my best to make it down there, but I’m not making any promises.”
“That works. If you don’t want to come, hijo, it’s fine just—”
“I’m gonna try my best, Pops. Just give me a few days, and I’ll let you know.”
Kass squeezes her way inside and softly shuts the door as I’m wrapping up the call with my dad and ambling my way into the kitchen. She doesn’t say a word until I set my phone on the countertop and yank open the fridge.
“You busy tonight? I’m off since I worked Monday.”
“Nope. I’m not doing shit.” Retrieving two cold ones, I pop the tops on the edge of the counter and pass a bottle off to her.
“Can I not do shit with you, too, then?” Kass takes the proffered bottle and immediately guzzles down a nice swig. “Maybe we make up for Monday? Feeling kinda stabby without my weekly dick dosage.” That kittenish smirk of hers curls her lips, the one that promises lots of dirty things.
Dirty things I would’ve been more enthused about just a week or two ago.
“I’ll be honest, I’m tired as fuck. Had a long-ass week of work and—”
“I can help,” she interjects, taking another swig before setting the bottle down and sauntering toward me. One of her hands falls flat to my chest as she inches up on the tips of her toes and places a soft kiss to the corner of my mouth. “Let’s get you relaxed, shall we?”
I haven’t so much as opened my mouth, and she’s sinking to the floor, effortlessly undoing my belt. The button and zipper come undone just as quickly, same as her fingers stealing beneath the waist of my briefs to free my cock.
Fucker jerks the second she wraps her small palm around it.
“Kass, you really don’t have to—”
Her tongue flicks out against the tip, drawing an involuntary hiss between my teeth. “What were you gonna say? I don’t have to what?”
When I don’t answer, that smirk of hers reappears as she repeats the same motion and drags along the underside. “C’mon, you know you could use a good suck and fuck, Andrés.”
She doesn’t stop there, though, locking her lips around the tip. Ever so slowly, she takes me into her mouth, working the base with her hand as her tongue caresses the shaft. The more my dick hardens against her ministrations, the more I start to relax and forget about anything that isn’t this. Fingers threading into her blonde locks, I cup the back of her head and take control of the rhythm. Kass’s hum of approval drops my head back and sends my eyes for a spin, the very tip hitting the back of her throat.
It’s right about then my brain plays the nastiest trick on me.
And I do mean the nastiest.
Suddenly, I’m not at home in the privacy of my kitchen. No, I’m back at the Annex, stealing five minutes with a woman I have no business lusting after. For a moment there, I’m so deep in the fog that I actually believe it’s Benni on her knees—those plump lips wrapped around my dick, tongue expertly massaging the shaft like her life depended on it. I’m high as hell, I swear, tightening my grip on her hair into a fist, guiding her through the new tempo as my hips piston. It’s so fucking good…
Until it’s not.
Kass’s moan eventually breaks the spell, jerking my head up in a nanosecond as the imaginary veil of my very conscious fantasy disappears into nothing.
What the hell was that?
Given Kass’s highly confused expression as she lets my dick slip free from her mouth, she’s wondering the same thing. “What happened?”
Benni. Benita Adriana Villanueva.
“Nothing.” I shake my head, trying to play it off through a fresh wave of frustration. “I thought I heard something.”
Yeah, a moan that sounds nothing like what Benni’s would, that little voice in my head taunts.
Motherfucker.
I can’t even let another chick suck my cock without this girl leaking to the forefront of it all. I haven’t kissed her, haven’t felt her pussy wrapped around my dick. Hell, I haven’t touched her, period.
What in the actual fuck is it with this girl and me?
What is it about her?
Why do I want her like this?
Kass and I must’ve fallen asleep on the couch after she rode my brains out because the loud ping of my phone wakes me up to Kass sprawled on my chest. Yeah, I finally fucked her. I had to throw down a few beers and shoot back about three tequila shots to erase Benni from my mind, but I finally did it.
How fucking pathetic is that?
I needed alcohol to focus on pussy, and I’m definitely feeling it now. My head’s fucking swimming, on the verge of pounding if I don’t get some water and Ibuprofen in my system stat.
Groaning, I slip out from beneath Kass’s limp body and snatch my phone off the coffee table. I’m still so groggy, I have to lift the phone to my face. The first thing I note is the time. It’s two in the morning. Below that? Three missed texts.
They’re all from her, starting at about eleven.
Benni: I feel like I barely saw you today. I hate when Walker sticks you with Birks and Delfino.
There’s another one around midnight.
Benni: I guess you fell asleep early. I’m gonna crash too. Sleep well xoxo
The last one coming in is what woke me up.
Benni: I can’t sleep…
She’s awake…
My gaze flicks to Kass’s
