In real life, I’d take it slow with my Billie, at least until she was ready. But as I pump my hand harder up and down my slick cock, I imagine taking her hard, rough, and raw.
I grab her hips and thunder into her, pounding her sweet pussy as her body thrashes, as her ass cheeks tremble for me and her body does a gorgeous dance. I fixate on the way her ass bounces against my abs, all the sensation in my body honing down to the hot point at the end of my cock, as my seed rushes up my shaft and bulges in my swollen tip.
Gasping, my seed explodes out of me, burning flames rushing up my dick. I open my eyes at the last moment, staring at the photo, into my woman’s bright and vivacious eyes.
It’s like she’s trying to give me a message.
Don’t you want the real thing?
I smooth my thumb over the screen, over her beautiful face, and then stand up and clean myself up.
I’ve still got no idea what I’m going to do.
But I know one thing for sure.
I can’t forget this woman. Ever.
CHAPTER FIVE
Billie
“I know it sounds like I’m making it up,” I say, as I wipe down the table.
Penny smiles over at me. It’s a quiet afternoon in the restaurant, one of those weekdays when there’s plenty of time to clean the coffee machine, fold the napkins, wipe down the tables, and mop the floor.
And gossip, of course.
“It is a little difficult to believe,” Penny replies.
She’s standing at the counter, folding the napkins in her typically careful way. Penny is thirty-one and over the course of the last year, we’ve become quite close. We laughingly joked that she's my big sister a few days ago, but I sensed that neither of us was completely joking.
She smooths a hand through her black hair. “But I’ve never known you to lie. Unless you’re just a very, very good liar.”
“I’m telling the truth,” I murmur.
“I know. I believe you.” She smiles softly. “Aaron Blaze. Haven’t you had a crush on him for well like forever?”
“For years.” I nod. “I’m so glad you believe me. I swear, Penny, I’d think I was going crazy if my dad hadn’t seen it too. I can’t believe he dragged me out of there.”
Penny sighs. “I can. He’s your father. He doesn’t want to watch you kissing another man, especially an older man.”
“But I don’t care about his age.” My voice comes out snappy. “I tried to explain that to him. You’ve seen Aaron. He’s handsome. He’s strong. He’s fitter than most of the boys my age. And anyway, even if none of that was true, he’s an adult and so am I. We can make our own decisions.”
“Hey, I agree with you,” Penny says. “But that doesn’t mean your dad is going to see things the same way.”
“He and my mom are always saying they wish I could find somebody.” I squeeze the cleaning spray angrily at the table, hiss-hiss-hiss. “And the second I do, the second something amazing and magical happens, he tells me to stop. Aaron asked me to wait for him, Penny. Now I don’t even know how to contact him.”
“Have you tried?”
I wipe a rag over the table. “Yeah. But there’s only an email for his label. They say they’ll pass any messages on.”
“There you go then.”
“You don’t agree with my dad, then?”
She smiles again. “Billie, it’s like you said. You’re an adult. This clearly means a lot to you. I think you should follow your heart… even if phrases like that do make me want to puke.”
I giggle. “I already sent an email yesterday. No response yet. Well, except for the automated one. I’m trying not to get my hopes up. Think about it. A stranger messages the label out of the blue, claiming to have a connection with Aaron Blaze, claiming he asked to meet… I bet they think I’m just a crazy fan.”
“Aren’t you a crazy fan?” Penny teases lightly.
I laugh. “Sure, yes, maybe. But I’m not just a crazy fan. We kissed. I can still…”
I trail off when I realize I’m about to start listing the fantasies I’ve had about Aaron over the last few days, which Penny probably doesn’t want to hear.
“I can’t stop thinking about him. I want to see him again. But I’m also wary about my dad. He’s been acting so grumpy since the kiss. But he says he hasn’t gotten in trouble at work.”
“He might want you to stay his little girl forever.” Penny shrugs. “My parents were like that for years. I was twenty-five, with my own place, had a boyfriend, and they still treated me like a little kid.”
“You might be right.” I walk over to the counter, hands on my hips. “But that doesn’t mean I have to like it. I can’t stop imagining what would’ve happened if I’d stayed. He asked me to wait for him. It’s so annoying. And it’s not like he can find me. He doesn’t even know my name.”