“I need to get a condom,” I say, remembering I left my pants in the kitchen.
“My nightstand,” she says.
I reach over, not wanting to break the connection and search her nightstand. Eager, I start pulling things out, desperate to find the condoms. My fingers connect with something soft and long, and because it’s in my way, I snatch it, and set it on the nightstand.
“Oh, God,” she says, and I follow her gaze to the vibrator I just found. Shit, I hadn’t meant to embarrass her.
“It’s okay, Aly. I masturbate too. Nothing wrong with that and if we’re being honest here, I masturbated last night.”
She chuckles. “Okay, yeah, so did I.”
“You used your fingers?” I ask.
She nods.
“I’d like to see that, you know. Right now, though, my cock needs to be inside you.”
I scrounge until I find a box of unopened condoms. I rip into it. “I do like a girl who is prepared,” I say, even though she doesn’t strike me as the kind to sleep around. Not that there is anything wrong with that, as long as she’s practicing safe sex.
“I uh…they might be outdated,” she says.
“Shit, really?”
“It’s been a while.”
“Yeah,” I say, and rub the back of my hand over her face. “I’m sorry.”
She shrugs. “It’s okay. I get by.”
I grin at that. “Is it weird that I’m glad I’m the guy you chose to break your dry spell with?”
“Well it was either you or Ralph from 309. He’s been hitting on me.”
“Why didn’t you go for it?” I ask, even though I don’t want to picture her in bed with anyone but me. Not that I have that right or any claim to her. But the thought is a bit disconcerting, considering I never had one like it before.
“Because he’s ninety, and senile and thinks I’m his ex-wife.”
I can’t help but laugh at that. “That’s funny.”
She chuckles. “I’m glad you think so.”
Her hand slides down. She takes me in her palm and I forget everything. I forget that I’m in bed with a sweet, small town girl who doesn’t know who I really am, that I’ve never quite wanted anyone the way I want her, and that while I only ever want one night, I’m not sure five days will be enough when it comes to her. But I forget everything and lose myself in the pleasure of her small hand stroking me.
“You like that, Alek?” she asks and that’s when I realize I’m moaning.
“Yeah, but I’m going to have to stop you.”
“You want me to stop this?” she teases, dragging her hand from my base, all the way to my crown as I bite the foil.
“No, not really, but I need to get this condom on and I might swallow it if you keep it up.”
She blinks dark lashes over innocent eyes. “Distracted, are you?”
I love this playful side of her. “Wait, is this payback?” I ask. Yeah, I really took her to the edge and kept her hanging.
“For rear-ending me?”
I groan. “We really need to find a new term, because every time you say it, I want your ass.”