This time the garment is sent over my shoulder with a flick of her wrist.
I stare at her breasts. They are full with dusty nipples that have furled into tight little points.
“Fuck,” I whisper. “Holy fuck.”
That lures a small laugh from her. “You like them?”
I answer that in the best way I know how. I drop my mouth to one, circle the tender nipple in my mouth before I draw my teeth over it, clasping them around it.
That bows her back and sends her sliding over my lap.
Jesus.
My cock is so hard. It’s so fucking hard that I can feel it pressed against her, every ridge straining. My balls are drawing up as if I’m on the edge of a mind-blowing climax.
I am. I feel it.
I haven’t come in my pants since I was sixteen, but that might change in the next ten seconds.
I turn my attention to her other breast. Plumping it in my hand, I flick the tip of my tongue over the nipple.
Faith moans. “How can it feel this good?”
I suck it between my lips, still torturing it with my tongue.
She rocks in my lap. A needy sound escapes her, followed by a whispered plea. “Please, Matthew. Please.”
“Please?” I repeat back, still focused on her tits because I will never get enough of them. “Please what?”
“Please just…” Her words trail as I bite her nipple. It’s not hard, but it’s enough to send her body forward.
Her hands tug on my sweater, so I give her what she wants. I yank it off, sending it somewhere over my head.
She pulls back, her eyes flaring at the sight of my bare chest. “Oh, my God.”
I watch her study me. Her gaze follows every muscular plane and the curve of my biceps. She stares at the tattoo that circles my arm. It was a collection of random thoughts in college, shaded in by a professional with a vision when I was twenty-nine. It’s tasteful now, nothing more than swirls, sharp edges, and a heart hidden in there somewhere.
“You’re beautiful too,” she whispers. “Wow.”
I’ve always been proud of my body, but this sends that to another level. “I’m glad you like it.”
“I love…” She shakes her head. “It’s gorgeous. You’re gorgeous.”
I stare at her lips, wondering what it would feel like to hear her finish that sentence that she stumbled over.
I love your body, Matthew.
I close my eyes to ward off that. I can’t go there. I can’t want her to love any part of me.
I move to kiss her again. This time it’s her neck that has my full attention. I breathe in her scent, relish in the softness of her skin, and then time stops again.
“Fuck,” falls from my lips at the sound of a knock on my apartment door.
Faith’s eyes meet mine. A smile crawls over her mouth. “This isn’t really happening again, is it?”
“Miss Upton?” A man’s voice calls from outside the door. “Miss Upton, I need to talk to you.”
It’s the fucking maintenance man. His timing is shit.
“Go away,” I call out.
Faith bats a hand over my shoulder. “I need to talk to him.”
I nod. “Put your shirt on first, or I’ll have to gouge his eyes out.”
She slides off of me with laughter. Her hands move to cover her tits. I’d give every penny in my bank account for an image of this.
It’s a sweet mixture of innocence and sensuality.
Pink hair, big tits, small hands, and a look that tells me she wants to be fucked.
“I’ll get the door.” I point to where her shirt landed. “The next time we’re together, I’m tossing our phones out the window, and boarding up the door.”
She lets out a high-pitched laugh. “Deal.”
Chapter Thirty-Four
Matthew
I’d say that I didn’t get to give Faith a proper goodbye, but I have no idea what that would have looked like.
She put on her bra and T-shirt in record time while I chatted with the man who interrupted us. My sweater was on by the time Faith appeared at the door.
The maintenance guy wanted her to follow him into her apartment, so he could explain everything he’d done.
I was tempted to trail behind her, but instead, I stood silently as she gathered up her things, slung her backpack over her shoulder, and then disappeared into her apartment with the gray-haired guy on her heel.
I heard him leave twenty minutes later, and then everything went silent.
I sent her a text message telling her to sleep well.
Not surprisingly, I got nothing in return. I suspect she fell asleep soon after he left.
That was more than three hours ago. I’ve used the time since then to finish up some work, watch a show, and stroke my cock.
I didn’t come.
I couldn’t.
I want to save it for her.
We may have been interrupted twice now, but I will do everything in my power to keep it from happening a third time.