She holds me tight, her eyes never leaving mine. My lips find hers, and I kiss her until her body relaxes. I take her lower lip into my mouth and nibble ever so gently, wondering why all lips aren’t as addictive as hers. I’ve been around the block, and not a single girl has turned me into the mush I feel right now. Pulling back, I slide out of her, making sure not to hurt her.
“Hold on. Be right back.” I walk into the bathroom, discard the condom, grab a hand towel, and soak it under the warm water before heading back to the bedroom.
“Oh, God, you don’t have to—”
“It’s Jesus, and I want to. Lay back.” I smirk at her as she rolls her eyes, then press the warm compress between her thighs. I sneak a peek at her. Her eyes are now closed. Her cheeks are still flushed, looking like she just got the best ride of her life. I finish cleaning her up and stand, tossing the towel in the corner. “If you’re tired, we can put on a movie and—”
This time, I’m the one who squeals. She catches me off guard, pouncing on me. “I’m not much for watching TV,” she says, then slams her lips to mine. We almost tumble off the bed, but I find my balance and flip us, bringing her on top of me. “What are you into?” My lips tip up in a playful smile.
“Do you have any more condoms?”
Is the Pope Catholic? “I do.”
“Then I say we make the most of our time together.” She’s back on me, her mouth on mine, her pussy grinding against my cock. My only thought is to pray this night never ends.
Chapter 2
Chase
I’m completely spent. Sore. But I’ve never felt better. I stretch my arms out, basking in the sun against my face from the open hotel blinds. I flip over, ready to eat my angel for breakfast, but she’s gone.
Sitting up, I peer around the room. Her clothes are no longer scattered around the floor. There’s no trace of her. The only thing left that tells me she was even real is the faint scent of cherries.
I fall back against the bed, a smile so fucking huge spreading across my face. “Jesus…” I laugh at her nickname. What a pair we were. And what a pleasant surprise she turned out to be. Her being a virgin was unexpected, but her eagerness blew me away. She was a spitfire. And a bit of a masochist if the tattoo of her nails down my back is any indication.
“Shit…” I laugh again, shaking my head and throwing my legs off the bed. I walk into the bathroom and take a piss. She was so wild. Like an innocent bird finally let out of her cage, using her wings for the first time. Curious. Adventurous. Shy. Bold. Absolutely amazing.
A frown mars my lips as disappointment sets in. She left without saying goodbye. I want to tie her up and spend the rest of eternity pleasuring every single part of her.
My phone dings. I head back to the bedroom and pull it out of my jeans.
Benny: Where you at? Need me to pick you up for the party?
Party? What party? Who has a party this early in the— “Oh shit!” The Matthews’ barbecue. Levi is proposing. Fuck. I scan the clock. It’s almost ten. The party starts at eleven. Shit, how did I sleep this late? Well…where should we start? Forget it. I text Ben back, telling him to suck my dick and I’ll drive myself.
I gather my shit and take off, pulling up my app to request an Uber. When I get home, I shower, letting out a mixture of hissing and laughing as the water stings my back, only to find more scratches on my ass cheeks. Damn, that girl was a minx.
I dress in my Sunday best, jump in my truck, and head over to the Matthews’. A smile on my face, I turn on the radio. As luck would have it, the perfect song comes on. “Wild Angels” by Martina McBride blares through my speakers as I swerve through traffic, trying to remember the last time I felt so…rejuvenated. I beat my fist on the steering wheel, belting the chorus as I pull into the Matthews’ residence.
Mrs. Bealson, their ancient neighbor, glares at me from her front yard. I wave, offering her a wink, and blow her a kiss. Light on my feet, I skip up the walkway, pushing the doorbell. Man, while those pussy-whipped losers probably sat around holding hands while watching chick flicks, I had a night I can’t wait to brag about.
I go to hit the doorbell again, seeing a silhouette coming to my rescue. As the door opens, I put my best smile on, ready to greet Mrs. Matthews and charm her off her feet so she gives me the first slice of her famous apple pie—