Especially when her soft little hand cups me through my trousers.
“Madre di Dio.”
Her laughter somehow makes my dick swell even harder. She’s so unpredictable that I can imagine her laughing like that even with my dick in her mouth. Of course that image doesn’t help my situation at all. Just the mental image of her on her knees in front of me is almost enough to make me blow.
“We have to stop.”
“What?” Ariana pants before grabbing the front of my shirt and pulling me down for another kiss.
This one goes even longer, until I have her pert little ass in my hands holding her in place while I roll my hips. She’s so wet, I bet it’s all over my pants. Her scent is all over me and I want it in my mouth. My tongue is on the way to heaven when I spy the box I brought with me. It reminds me that just a few days ago we were still in a place where she wanted to send me a box of exploding dicks.
Ariana isn’t ready for what I want. To her, this is just a chance to get a little sex on the side since we didn’t get there two years ago. She doesn’t want to date me. Hell, some days she doesn’t even seem to like me that much.
Getting in any deeper is only going to make things more unclear.
“Baby, we have to stop.”
She moans and the sound tugs at my resolve. But I lean back and shake my head, trying to clear my brain of the mental image of licking her pussy.
I don’t want just a taste of her. And if that’s all she can offer, then it’s best I go now.
“You don’t want a relationship, do you?”
The words clear the lust from her eyes immediately. “What? No. Who said anything about a relationship?”
I stand and run my fingers through my hair. All the blood isn’t flowing to my brain properly yet. But I have enough sense to walk to the kitchen and grab my suit jacket.
Ariana sits up looking disgruntled. “I thought we were just having fun.”
“We are having fun. I always have fun with you. That’s why I need to leave before it gets out of hand. Besides, I brought you something that can help you out.”
I point to the box on the floor next to the couch. “Those will do you a lot more good than me.”
With one last look at her sprawled on the couch, rumpled and sexy, I leave.
A second later, something crashes against the other side of the door I just closed, making me jump.
“Asshole!” she yells from inside.
I laugh. “Damn, those dildos are solid.”
I’ve just stepped off the elevator at Andre’s penthouse when I remember why it’s a bad idea. Casey lives here now. He’s about to get married.
He doesn’t need his little brother showing up randomly with his problems.
I hit the button for the elevator again. I’ll have to talk to him at work tomorrow. Just as the doors open, I hear Andre call my name.
“Philippe? Cosa fai? Why are you just standing in the hallway?”
“I was coming to talk to you. But then I remembered. I don’t want to interrupt.”
I’m rambling but he seems to get the point because he holds the door open wider.
“Get in here.”
I walk in and slip my shoes off by the door. The place used to be all white, black and stainless steel. The ultimate bachelor pad. But now it looks lived in, like the kind of place you could put your feet up. Casey has a fondness for blankets and as usual there’s a huge knit throw hanging off the white sectional. There’s a stack of paperback books on the entry table. They look brand new.
Andre motions to the books. “Casey just brought them home. There’s this independent bookstore she likes to visit each month. She calls it stimulating the economy.” He looks down at the books affectionately.