It doesn’t take long before she’s coming. If I were a lesser man, I would be embarrassed by how quickly I’m teetering on the edge myself, but with Lani’s tight pussy milking me, it’s damn near impossible to hold back.
“You feel so fucking good, love. So hot. Tight. Fucking perfect,” I punctuate my every word with a pounding thrust.
“Torin!”
“That’s it. Come for me.”
I bury myself to the hilt as she screams my name as her release takes her. I let myself go, filling her with my come until I’m drained. My weakened knees cave and I take her down to the floor with me. We both groan as she settles onto my lap, my cock still buried inside her.
Now that the rush of need has subsided, Lani starts moving in slow, rolling motions. We kiss languidly as she works us both to another orgasm. I have to bite my tongue from telling her how much I love her. I nearly do when she looks up at me with what I swear is love. Maybe her sleep mumbled words are what she really feels.
I’ll tell her soon. I won’t declare my love for her after sex. I don’t want her assuming it’s the sex that I love. No, I want her to know I love all of her.
15 Lani
“God, this place reeks,” Prue says, waving her hand in front of her face. “I say burn it down and start over.”
“Jesus, Prue, don’t even joke like that!” Margo says, looking aghast.
“Well, it’s going to take a miracle to get the stench of smoke out of everything.”
I sigh in defeat. She’s not wrong. It seems like an insurmountable challenge considering I don’t even want to do it. I want to stay with Torin. He offered for me to stay as long as I need… I’ve already decided to clean slowly. Surely dragging things out for a week won’t be too suspicious? Though I don’t think I care about him thinking it’s odd that I’m taking so long to clean.
Torin seemed pretty moody after we made love this morning. He definitely wasn’t happy about leaving me at the apartment to go to work. He said he felt guilty not helping me clean. I brushed it off, telling him the girls were going to come help. And by help, I meant sit around in my smoke-stink living room and listen to me whine about him and having to move out.
“I thought you were going to tell him how you felt last night?” Ana asks.
I blush hotly. “I sort of passed out before I got that far.”
Prue snorts a laugh. “You never could handle your alcohol.”
I stick my tongue out at her. “Who was encouraging me to drink more? Claiming it was liquid courage?”
Margo tosses one of my throw pillows at her and laughs. “Yeah, Prue. If we are being honest here, it’s all your fault that Lani didn’t get laid and announce her undying love for the man of her dreams.”
We all fall into a fit of laughter. “I mean… there was the whole sex in the dining room thing this morning.”
They all titter at that. “And the undying love thing?”
I shake my head sadly. “No… it was awkward. We had just talked about me moving out… it didn’t feel right. Maybe before I move out?”
“You do realize it doesn’t matter where you live, right?” Margo, always the reasonable one, says.
“I know, but it feels so… permanent. Like we went from friends to living together to lovers to whatever we are now. I think it would feel better if we were defined. Is he my boyfriend? Are we just dating even though we’ve only been on one date? Are we just lovers? Roommates who have sex?”
“Definitely lovers… probably more,” Ana says. “The man took you on your dream date. He’s done everything to make you feel at home—”
“Any good roommate would do that,” Prue interjects.
Ana levels a hard look at her. “You’re not helping.”
Prue just shrugs. I decide to ignore her because I’m definitely liking where Ana is going with things a lot better than Prue’s pessimistic outlook on love.
“Anyway… he’s Torin. You’ve known him forever. I don’t think it’s unreasonable to think his feelings run deeper. What if he’s thinking the same thing you are? What if he’s scared to say anything in case you think it’s rushing?”
I chew my lip, weighing her words. Is it possible that he’s on the same page as me and just afraid to say anything because it hasn’t been long? I’m kicking my own ass for wasting my liquid courage last night. I should’ve stopped drinking before drunk happened so I could’ve confessed my love and had alcohol to blame later if he didn’t reciprocate.
That’s a total copout, I know, but it would be better than pouring my heart out and being denied without an out. I don’t know that he would’ve believed me if I had told him I was just drunk, but it would’ve at least been an option to try. I hate lying but saving face when you’re being rejected seems like a darn good reason to do it.
We clean for a couple hours before the girls leave. Margo hugs me at the door and tells me not to be an idiot like her. She looks me in the eye and practically begs me to be brave. I wonder if she wants me and Torin to work so that she can find her own bravery. That right there is almost enough encouragement to take the leap.
I clean for another hour before taking a quick shower. If missing Torin isn’t enough to make me not want to move out of his place, losing his shower would definitely be a
