“Yeah.” She sits up on her knees, looking at me, a sexy as fuck grin on her face.
Her gaze is sex drunk. Her eyeliner is smudged under her eyes, her lipstick worn off.
“Yeah.” I grin back at her.
“Then let’s go.”
The two of us go at each other hard. Her nails rip into my skin. I stop being careful with how rough I’m being as I thrust up into her and then pull back out. She bites hard at my flesh and I dig my fingers into her ass, separating the cheeks and carefully sticking my pinky where most other women have never allowed me to go. With Janelle, it’s all good. Like I thought she would, so goes crazy, thrusting against me until we both come.
“Fuck yes,” I roar, spilling inside the rubber keeping our bodies our own.
“Goddamn Ramirez. What am I going to do with you?” She laughs softly. Her eyes close as she lies against me.
The two of us never stay back here for long after we’re done, but do allow one another to catch our breath and get cleaned up. As I’m buckling my jeans and she’s putting her dress back on, she looks at me.
“One day, there’s gonna be a girl who keeps you from coming to Cockloft and I’m gonna be sad.”
“Yeah, I don’t expect that day to come anytime soon.” I reach over, kissing her on the cheek.
That had been literal hours before I’d met Hayden. Maybe Janelle knew something I didn’t. She could be fuckin’ psychic forall I know, but Hayden interests me in a way I haven’t been interested in a long time.
As I stand in front of the mirror in my bathroom running a comb through my hair, I hope this is it. The point where I stop sabotaging myself and start living up to the man I’m supposed to be. Stop letting everything stress me out and start enjoying the time I have here. Hopefully, Hayden is a real big part of that.