Page 68 of Unhinged

He mutters, “Same.”

I already have.

Parking in front of Amos’s, I turn off the truck with shaking hands. What the hell is my problem? I’ve jerked off in front of her twice and eaten her pussy. Why am I nervous about this? Seeing Simone peek through a curtain, I get out and shove my keys into my pocket. I remember to put a condom in my wallet, just in case. I don’t care if she’s on birth control. I will not be spreading my seed again.

Before I can knock, Simone yanks open the door with a dazzling smile and a fresh face showing her freckles. Her hair is still damp, and her nipples are hard and obvious beneath her white see-through camisole tank. Fuck. I want to skip her sucking my dick and go for the gold.

Entering the apartment, I see Amos’s presence but only smell Simone’s scent, a mix of cinnamon and berries. She shuts the door, and my eyes travel over her body as I follow her to the couch. Her toenails are darker pink than her fingers, her legs are long and lean, and her ass in black shorty shorts begs for me to squeeze.

She spins around at the couch, still with a pretty smile. God. Simone is more than pretty. She says, “I didn’t think you’d want to be here tonight.”

“Here.”

We smile, but it falls from her face. “Are you sure about doing this? I don’t want you to do anything if it makes you—”

“I’m ready. I need it.”

Simone shakes her head. “Maybe you should wait for Kleo to do this. I don’t know. I feel like I’m taking this from her.”

“But I’m giving it to you. That’s what I want.”

She whispers, “Wow,” but then motions to the couch. “Sit. Please.”

I remove my coat and toss it to a chair. I sit, and next to me, Simone kneels on the couch, like when she asked me to kiss her after Jake’s. I can’t go there again, so I look at my lap.

Simone clears her throat. “Would you like a drink?” I shake my head. “How do you want me to…?”

Looking up at her, I shrug and look away before her eyes reel me in. I’ve never seen eyes so blue. “I have no idea.”

I glance at the ceiling, and as if reading my mind, Simone says, “Frenchie is sleeping with Amos tonight. His door is closed. He’s out. I promise.” Simone takes a deep breath and slides her hand over my blue-jeaned thigh. “Tell me if you want me to stop.”

“Don’t stop.” I then meet her gaze and wish I hadn’t because hers drops to my lips. I again turn away and watch her fingers scratch me through my jeans, and it’s obvious as I harden. Simone drags her fingers closer and teases me. When I can’t take it anymore, I grab her hand and place it on my balls. She’s reluctant at first but then clasps them, and I inhale a sharp breath.

She softly asks, “Are you okay so far?”

I nod. “More.”

Her thumb traces my entrapped erection as I stare at the side of her head, watching her damp blonde hair sway when she tips her head from side to side. Her neck and shoulders are graceful if that doesn’t sound stupid.

Simone holds eye contact with me as her fingers go to my fly. I lift my ass to pull down my jeans and underwear. I automatically look around the room to make sure Amos isn’t getting his rocks off too. Simone leaves the couch to help pull my jeans down more but stops at my shins. Suddenly apprehensive, she asks, “I don’t want you to panic if I leave your jeans here. I’m not trying to trap you. I swear to God. You can leave anytime you want.”

My heart pounds. I could take them off, but then the fear wins. Plus, that gnome troll may be lurking. I whisper, “I trust you.”

Simone’s eyes water, but she licks her lips as she lightly traces her fingers over my balls. When she hesitates to do more, I ask, “What’s wrong?”

“I just want to be cautious and…respectful.” She lightly giggles. “Before giving a blow job.” She reaches for the coffee table to pull a box of tissues closer and grabs a handful. “Um, I don’t swallow. I hope that’s okay?”

I laugh. “Seriously? Like that’s a dealbreaker here?”

She mumbles, “Sometimes it is.” Oh.

“I’ll warn you. I cream a lot.”

Simone’s eyes widen, and she drops them to my crotch. “You showed me.”

“Oh, right. Sorry about that.” Not really.

I see her smirk before she glances up at me. “It was an experience.” She then leans forward. “I’m going to lick you. Tell me if you don’t want me to.”

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