Alisha wheeled around and the towel he'd been wearing hit her in the face.
"Mind hanging that up for me?" He smirked again and turned to walk into his room. Glancing over his shoulder he saw her staring wide-eyed and mouth agape. He grinned and strutted into his bedroom. It was nice to know he wasn't going to be the only one having a hard time during their sex-free period.
Chapter 22
Spooning is for pussies.
(At least he used to think so.)
But now that he was on day 15 without sex, he'd take whatever he could get. And that was currently his girlfriend's pert little ass pressed back against him while she slept soundly, wearing only his t-shirt and a pair of panties with Tuesday printed on the front. (Don't think he didn't try and talk her out of those last night either…they are way hotter than they sound, ok?) If it weren't for his stupid doctor issuing that bullshit 'no sex' edict, he'd have been all up in his girlfriend. Unfortunately for him, Alisha was all about following rules and doctor's orders and ensuring his recovery and shit.
Which, fine, that was actually really awesome of her; but fuck, man. He was horny and his girlfriend (who he'd yet to fuck since the label was placed on their relationship) was smokin'. And he hadn't felt all that great up until the last few days, so in all honestly he hadn't been up for engaging in anything other than kissing (see how you feel after a ceiling collapsed on your damn chest, thanks). But a corner had been turned in his recovery, and around that corner? An insane need for all things sex. There were, according to Larrington (and the doctor), 14 to 30 celibate days left.
Fuck that noise.
It was as though she was picking up on his brainwaves or something while she slept (and in her sleep decided to be completely evil) because she chose that exact moment to murmur his name in this sexy as hell little voice and shift even closer, her ass rubbing firmly against him before finally snuggling her face further into the pillow. What a jerk.
His name on her lips while she was sound asleep was pretty damn sweet though. Granted, it did nothing but make his morning wood grow even harder, so, you know, that kinda sucked. But, as he put his hand Beneath the blanket and trailed it up her bare thigh to rest on her hip, his fingers toying with the edge of her panties, he thought he might be able to work this to his advantage and get something started that she wouldn't be able to say no to. (He didn't care what she said; this no sex shit was just as hard on her as it was on him – no pun intended.)
Big let his hand drift up a little higher; inching under the fabric of the t-shirt she was wearing, he pressed his palm flat against her stomach and pulled her completely flush against him. Dropping kisses over her shoulder, he trailed a line slowly up her neck, making her moan softly. He smirked against her skin, his tongue darting out of his mouth to swirl around her earlobe before catching it between his teeth and tugging gently. Alisha began to stir and arched her back, making her rub just the way he wanted against his arousal. After such a long absence, this already felt like fucking heaven. "Baby," he whispered, sliding his hand up her body to roll an already puckered nipple between his fingers.
This was the best kind of dream, Alisha thought, feeling his warm breath whispering against her skin. (It seemed so real.) She knew it had to be a dream, because she and Jake (sadly) weren't allowed to do this right now. Just enjoy it, she thought, tightly squeezing her eyes closed and pressing her breast into the palm of his hand. She moaned when he squeezed her gently and plucked at her nipple. He said something (maybe her name) gruffly and she could feel his length poking against her back. He was always so ready for her and that lit a fire low in her belly. "Jake," she purred softly.
Big smoothed his hand away from her tits, expelling a ragged breath when she whimpered from the loss of contact. His lips found her neck again, nipping up to her jaw as his fingers traveled south and dipped into the waistband of her panties. Fuck. She was soaking wet. "Dammit, baby," he bit out. He slipped a finger along her slit and spread the moisture over her clit, circling expertly and making her gasp.
Alisha's eyes flew open and she could still feel him. She figured out pretty darn quickly it hadn't been a dream at all. "Jake!" she exclaimed.
Big grinned proudly and pressed two fingers just to the right of her clit. She practically keened his name. "Mornin'."
This wasn't supposed to be happening. But God, it felt amazing. And it had been too long. "What are you doing?" she asked weakly, knowing she should put a stop to this. She felt the rumble of his laughter against her back before she heard it.
"My hand's in your panties, Lisha—the fuck do you think I'm doing?" She scoffed and tried to pull away. He slid two thick fingers inside her heat and made her cry out. "Good?" he asked smugly.
"God," she breathed, her cheeks flooding with color. "Jake, stop, we shouldn't—no, we can't." Her brain was ceasing to function properly.
He knew she'd probably make him stop and leave him legit blue balled, but he wasn't through trying just yet. "Baby," he said lowly against her ear, fighting the grin when she shivered against him. "Don't you miss this?"
His fingers curled deep inside her and her eyes rolled back into her head. "Fuck," she breathed out sharply, her stomach beginning to tighten. "Yes! You know
