Page 66 of Unhinged

“This happens only for two weeks before you go out with…Kleo.” Simone’s gaze falls to my chest with a pout. “After that, we don’t do this anymore.” We haven’t even started, but I don’t want it to be over yet. I have a feeling Garrison will teach me a lot.

“Agreed. Did you fuck Elijah on your date?” If so, I want to run him over.

“No. I haven’t been with anyone in over a year.”

My jaw unhinges. “What?” She shrugs like I asked her about the weather forecast. “Why? Guys want you.”

“I don’t want them.”

My dick springs to restrained life, and Simone looks at my crotch. I say, “Okay, then. In these two weeks, we only fuck each other.”

Simone’s loud swallow echoes. “I agree. You tell me when you’re ready to go that far. This is all at your pace.”

I lick my lips. “I’ll use condoms, but aren’t you on the pill?”

“Yes.”

I cross my arms as if it’ll hide my hardening dick. “Good. We’ll use both. I’m here because of a broken condom, and I have a kid because of one.”

Simone sucks in her bottom lip and then says, “We’re not dating, so nobody needs to know we’re temporarily fucking. I won’t blab. I promise. Will you?”

“No. And no kissing. It’ll already be weird after two weeks.”

Simone sighs. “Well, don’t let it be weird. We’ll go back to our regularly scheduled getting on each other’s nerves. No big deal.”

“Right.”

Simone suddenly giggles. “Just don’t go falling in love with me.”

I laugh, and it also feels good. “No worries there, Garrison. Ditto.”

Simone’s frown is swift. “And stop calling me Garrison. It’s my control freak dickhead father’s name. I hate it. And I’ll stop calling you Rod. You can call me anything else you want.”

I grin. “I may take you up on that.” I then shift against the door, already feeling awkward.

Simone asks, “When and where?” I shrug, and she toys with the button on her corduroy skirt. “We could always start here, proving our trust in each other. If I take off my skirt, can I trust you won’t open the door, tell your mother, or take my picture?”

My fly digs into my hard-on. “Yeah, but I don’t have a rubber, and I don’t want to do that here.”

“You won’t need one.” Simone lifts her skirt, bunching it around her waist. “Now what?”

I stutter, “I-I don’t know.”

Smiling, Simone asks, “How about I get you started? I played you in the storage room with the taunting. It’s my turn.” She pulls down her underwear, and I see blonde hair between her legs. It’s sexier than bare, and it throttles me. “You wanted to see what I did after I left the storage room.”

I nod, licking my lips and shrugging off my coat since I’m burning up now. Simone sits on the edge of the table and spreads her legs. Her fingers slide toward her pubic hair, stroking back and forth. “I went into the restroom and pulled down my pants.”

I clear my throat, shocked to hell at what I see, but my voice is still messed-up. “Okay. Then what?”

“I slid my fingers into my pussy and fucked them until I came.”

I gasp as her fingers stroke her clit. This is what I fantasize about in the shower. On my bed. At work.

Simone’s fingers go around, and then she buries them inside her. When she moans, I can’t take it anymore and undo my fly. I watch her fingers as mine pull out my dick. Seeing that, Simone pants and goes faster. Her fingers are wet, and I want to lick them.

She whispers, “Oh, my God.”

I stop my jerking, and without thinking, I take the five steps to her. Dropping to my knees, I push her legs open and lick. She tastes better than I imagined. My right hand returns to jerking my dick as I push my tongue into her. From above, she shrieks and then growls, “Fuck, Greg.” Her hand goes into my hair, not holding me there but stroking her fingers against my scalp. Even quieter, she says, “Own my pussy.”

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