His muddy eyes meet my coal ones and a shiver down my spine feels like an ice cube burning me. “Who were you speaking about?”
I put my head down, embarrassed. “No one.”
Then I drag my eyes back to his and curiosity dances on his face. “You’ve never been in love?”
I shake my head and I look out the open blinds. Rain pitter-patters on my window. It’s raining so hard that the only thing I see is blurred gray. “I always wanted to know how it feels to be in love. To have that unconditional love. To have that love like the classic romances, like The Notebook or The Choice.”
He frowns at my words in disgust. As if my words are the most disgusting thing he ever heard.
“You get your feelings out on paper,” he says.
I nod slightly. “Yes, it’s the best therapy. You should try it sometime.”
He removes his shirt and shorts, tossing them on the floor.
“Can I use your shower?”
“Sure, Jasper keeps new packets of underwear for his boyfriend in his room, let me go get one.”
“Boyfriend?”
“He has a girlfriend and boyfriend. He loves his polygamous relationship.”
He glances at me as if I told him that Jasper was an alien. Shocked and curious. That’s a common reaction I get when they learn that my best friend has an open relationship.
“Would you be interested in a threesome?” he asks.
At least he isn’t acting like a cliché, asking me a whole bunch of weird-ass questions about Jasper’s sex life.
“I don’t know. Maybe.” My mouth turns up into a wicked smile.
“It would be hot to watch another woman eat your pussy, but I don’t want to share you.”
I twist my watch around my wrist. “I wasn’t thinking of a woman joining us, I was thinking of another man. Double penetration.”
“Fuck no. No man is getting what’s mine.”
“I’m not yours.”
“You are until the first week of June. And after this is over with, you will remember me as the guy that popped your cherry. The guy that fucked you good. And every time your sweet little cunt is getting fucked by someone else, you will be comparing them to me. You will realize that they won’t measure up to me. It’s me you’ll be thinking about while he fucks you. It’s me you’ll think about when you touch yourself.”
My cheeks burn and my pussy throbs at his words. I don’t think I will ever forget Felix. He’s my first lover. “Why would you want me to keep thinking about you forever?”
“I want you mentally, since I can’t have you physically forever.”
His words steal the breath out of me and melts my heart into a pulp. I avert my eyes to the gray carpet.
“I’ll be right back.” My tone is uneven and soft. Softer than I ever speak. What is Felix doing to me? We both know that we won’t be together in the end. But I would do this fling with him again. Even if I know how this will end. Even if my heart is on the line.
I disappear from the bedroom and knock on Jasper’s bedroom door. When he doesn’t answer, I turn the knob and he’s splayed out on the bed with nothing on. His round ass cheeks are facing the air. Thank God, he’s facing the mattress because I don’t want to get a peek show of his dick. I forgot that he sleeps naked. I go to his walk-in closet and grab the boxers from a box that says “extra shit” and close the door behind me. By the time I make it to my room, I hear the shower and I place the packet of underwear on the white marble counter. Then I head to the bedroom, grab all his clothes, and dump them in the washing machine. I go back to the bathroom and watch him shower. I watch him take my Dove soap and squirt it on his hand and scrub his marble chest, then his abs, then he strokes his dick a few times hard. My core tingles and my breasts are heavy—very heavy.
Once he’s finished washing his delicious body, he turns the knob, cutting the water off. He steps out, water dripping from him, wetting the white tile floor. His dick is still hard and I glance up. My breath is labored. The look on his face tells me that he’s about to feast on me like I’m his favorite meal.
“Sit on the counter, remove your panties, and spreads your legs.” His tone is husky and hotter than a stove. I do what he says as I slide my panties off and toss them to the hamper next to the door. I sit on the counter and spread my legs as wide as I can. He stalks slowly towards me with a smirk on his face. He gets on his knees, hooks his arms over my thighs, and his warm tongue greets my clits. I moan softly. Then he picks me up as he makes out with my lips, and my body shakes. I grab a fistful of his hair. He removes his lips and I whimper.
“Is that good?” His lips are glistening with my wetness, and he carries to my bed, throwing me on it.
“Shut up and finish licking me.” I push his head down and he barely moves and he grabs my hands, pinning them above my head.
“What have I told you about that bossy attitude?” he tsks.
Felix pounces on me, and before I know it, he thrusts inside me without a condom.
With. Out. A. Condom.
I inhale sharply.
It feels raw and edgy. And so, so, so, bare. He feels so much better without a condom. Pleasure ripples through me like a desert storm. He yanks my hair hard and kisses my forehead, then my neck, then my breast. Never ever my mouth.
“Fuck, your pussy is squeezing the life
