“I know you said you’re not into dating...” he mutters.
“Uh-huh.”
“I want you to come to my place tonight.”
Judging by the long exhale following his words, it must’ve taken him a lot of pondering before making this proposal.
I think about it for a moment, a shred of panic flashing through his eyes.
This would be the second time I broke this rule.
And it’s one of my strictest rules, one I’ve never broken before. Never, ever fuck regular guys, especially the ones that seem good, kind-hearted men.
Abel is good, but he knows how to fend this off if it gets out of hand. I’m not so sure Nick can do the same. I should cut him loose, but his eyes make it so damn hard.
Even if there’s nothing in it for me.
I step closer to him, my hands gliding to his chest.
“Listen...”
More angst moves over his face as he braces himself.
Who likes rejection?
“I like you, Nick... You can fuck me tonight and be friends with me, but we can never be more than that. Is that okay with you?”
His chest rises with a rushed gulp of air, his eyes glinting with a smile.
It’s either my words or my proximity, but his body seems to close the deal for him.
Nodding in agreement, he curls an arm around my waist and pulls me into him. My hand slides to his groin, my palm running down his fly, brushing his already hard cock. He stirs against my hand, and I begin to stroke him slowly.
His lips part, his breaths getting quickly hotter.
Stretching a wanton smile, I work his fly open and wrap my hand around his shaft.
He watches me in silence as I kneel in front of him. We keep our eyes connected as I roll my lips down and swirl my tongue around him, his throaty groans and iron grip telling me I’m hitting every spot right.
Sliding my lips up and down, I run my tongue along his hardness, relishing how he feels inside my mouth. I take him deep, rewarding him with what he wants.
I feel him hot and turned on, yet my body doesn’t spare a tingle.
Panting, he pulls me up, looking at me, his eyes unfocused.
“Let’s finish this up somewhere else,” he says as he tucks his shirt in and fastens his pants.
He takes my hand and pulls me out of the room, making this the shortest Thanksgiving dinner ever.
* * *
SENNA
Days later.
I showedup at Jill’s last Friday and Saturday after Thanksgiving, setting myself up for a colossal disappointment.
I was excited, aching to see that mysterious stranger again.