“Oh fuck, Autumn.” I go still inside her. “I’m not wearing a condom.”
“It’s okay,” she says, her voice a wisp of air.
“I can go get one.”
She wraps her hands around the back of my neck. “I’m on the pill.”
“I haven’t been with anyone but you.” When she nods, I add, “Ever.”
Her inner walls squeeze around me then, and I realize something else: I’m lasting longer than I did the first time. But if her pussy milks me again like that, it’s all over.
I resume fucking her, but go slower, turning my focus to getting her off. I support her with one hand while I find her clit with the other, and it doesn’t take long before she’s wrapping herself tighter around me, her body tensing, her sweet voice crying out.
It overtakes her for nearly a minute, and I don’t know how I manage to last through it. When she’s recovered, I walk her into my bedroom, lay her upper body on the bed and bend to kiss her, my cock still buried deep inside her.
“Fuck me, Garrett,” she says when we part.
Are there any sweeter words in the language?
Standing between her legs, I bend her knees and spread them wide, and then hold on tight as I start to move in her, faster and faster still. I don’t last nearly as long as I’d like to — I want to stay inside her forever — but when I come it’s literally blinding. It’s white lightning and red hot flame, and fuck — it’s everything.
I fill her with my cum and nothing has ever been anywhere near so satisfying in my entire life.
* * *
I could go again,but I don’t want to be greedy, or scare her off. We get washed up and drive together to a nearby Italian restaurant.
I’m so fucking happy I find myself humming.
After we get our drinks and place our orders, I take her hand. “It killed me to pull back from you at work, but it hurt too much to be near you at first.”
She nods. “I know. I felt the same.”
“What made you change your mind?”
I’m not expecting her answer. “Duke.” When I frown, she squeezes my hand. “He came to see me at Rusty’s last week, and I went home with him.”
Wasn’t expecting that either.
“Does it bother you that I’ve been with him?” she asks.
I search myself, wanting to give her an honest response. “No. Sometimes, I have a gut reaction of jealousy, but it actually doesn’t. I’m just confused about what he has to do with you quitting your job and being with me tonight.”
“I spent a night with Duke—” Again, she squeezes my hand in hers. “And I was happy, but I was also sad. You were missing. Trevor and Adrian were missing. Maybe I’m just a greedy girl wanting to make up for lost years, but having one of you isn’t enough.” She laughs softly, maybe to lighten her words, or because she’s uncomfortable admitting that.
“I get it,” I say. “We all shared something together.”
“We did, and it was so good, and so intense, and felt so right … I’ve been miserable ever since our night together.”
“Me too,” I admit. “I’ve missed you so much, even though I see you five days a week.”
With her free hand, she traces a circling pattern on the tablecloth. “When I told him how I felt, Duke encouraged me to try to get us all back together,” she says.
“So you’re quitting so you and I can be together. Are you sure you want to do that?”
Autumn nods. “It wasn’t an impulsive decision. I did some planning. There’s a big market for freelance work in our field, and I can do most of it online. I can also focus more on my music career, and hopefully find more places to play.”
I nod. That all seems sound, and I know that Autumn’s the type of person to think things through. “You want us all together. What do you envision that looking like? How would it work?”