So I didn’t ask her out, even though Ireallywanted to.
Now, that felt like such a waste. We’d been flirting for almost a year. I could have asked her outmonthsago. Why had I waited so long?
Shut up, brain, I thought while Clara ground her hips into me.Stop thinking and enjoy it.
Clara felt so good underneath my palm. Her skin was smooth, and I couldn’t get enough of her curves. I wanted to grab and squeeze every part of her body, and never let go.
She rode me faster, arching her back to take as much of me as possible. When she shook and shivered with release, I couldn’t hold it any longer. Her pussy lips clamped around my length like a vice, squeezing the last remnants of constitution out of me.
I grabbed hold of her waist and drove up into her, as hard as I could for those final few strokes. Clara started to cry out with ecstasy but then bit her lip to silence herself, eyes clenching shut as she rode the wave of pleasure with me.
And then my own orgasm arrived like a backdraft blowout in a burning building, with little warning. One moment I felt it building, and the next I was overwhelmed with lust. My vision went bright as I exploded inside her, pulsing with rope after rope. I didn’t trust myself not to cry out with torrid waves of pleasure, so I pulled her head down to mine and kissed her. Both of us moaned into each other’s mouth, using our tongues to muffle the otherwise deafening cries of our climaxes.
I fell back onto the bed, bringing her with me. Our bodies were slick with sweat, and our chests heaved as we caught our breath in the afterglow of the physical workout.
It feels good to give in, I thought.I’m glad I came back after all.
“So,” she said after a while. “You really thought aboutthison Friday?”
I gently stroked her hair. It was silky smooth everywhere except her temples, where it was damp. “You said it crossed your mind, too.”
I felt her smile against my chest. “I don’t want to sound like I’m tooeasy, but yeah. It did cross my mind when you walked me to my car.”
“Rom-coms make the best dates,” I said.
She twisted to frown up at me. “Wait a minute. Isthatwhy you chose that movie? To get me in the mood?”
“Not precisely. But I did wonder if Timmy Chalamet would warm up your engine, so to speak.”
She leaned forward to brush her lips against mine. It was a sweaty, salty kiss, but neither of us minded. The moment was too perfect.
“I told you. He’s too skinny for me. I prefer arealman. One who can carry me out of a burning building.”
“Is that whyyouagreed to go out withme? Because I fulfill your fireman fantasy?”
“I’ve actually never had a fireman fantasy,” she admitted. “But after tonight, I don’t think I’ll ever have anythingbutfireman fantasies.” She raked her fingernails across my ribs, sprouting goosebumps everywhere she touched. “I’m also glad to see you don’treallyhave a third nipple.”
“Maybe I do, and you just didn’t look hard enough.”
She looked up at me, then we busted out laughing together. Moments later, we realized we were being too loud. We both froze and glanced over at the baby basket. There was no sound.
“I’m glad we didn’t wake him,” I said. “One thing I’ve discovered this weekend: a crying baby is like nails on a chalkboard to me.”
She giggled and rested her head against my chest again. “Me too. Believe me, there were several times I wanted toscream. These soundproof rooms will come in handy if we can ever pawn the baby off on one of the other guys.”
I chuckled, but the mention of the other guys suddenly reminded me of a conversation we’d had a week ago. A conversation that was spawned after a few pitchers of beer on our night off, but slowly built momentum as the days went on, leading up to me actually asking Clara out.
I promised Taylor and Derek I would mention it to her. They were my teammates, and my best friends. I trusted them with my life, and I knew they trusted me with theirs. In fact, that loyalty had been proven on more than one occasion when we ran into a burning building together.
Yet I hadn’t done what they had asked.
Clara seemed to realize that her comment had changed my mood. She folded her arms underneath her chin and looked down at me with concern.
“Should I have not mentioned them? Do you feel guilty about, um, sleeping with me? Since they have a crush on me?”
“Sort of. It’s… complicated.”
She frowned. “You said that earlier, when we first kissed. What do you mean by that?”