Page 189 of Unleashed

I frown and struggle to swallow. “Jesus Christ, I don’t even know if I can get myself off, being lit up more than Vegas.” I’ll be lucky to grow a useable hard-on.

Rhonda lifts her head to kiss me, and I don’t refuse, tracing my fingers along the ribbed fabric of her tank top.

I grab her small right tit and hump her hip, trying to harden my semi more. I roll my thumb over her hot, erect nipple, and Rhonda lifts her hips off the floor, almost like she’s desperate for an orgasmic high. Me too.

I slide my hand down her soft stomach and tear at her sweats and underwear waistbands. I kiss her neck as I work, and she pants, “I can’t believe we’re doing this.” Me, neither.

My phone pings with texts from across the room, but I can’t be bothered. I don’t want to argue with Hadley or Ferrera. Both hated what I said to Simone. Ferrera pretended to be cool about it in front of her, but he told me to grow the fuck up and tell Simone the truth. What truth? My heart lies to me all the fucking time.

I sit up to toss Rhonda’s pants in a sloppy rush. I need to lose myself in casual pussy. Curls of sandy-brown hair hide Rhonda’s snatch. I’d rather her not have the hair, so I can be in and out fast. Simone’s pussy was life-affirming, healing, a tether, and a stress reliever. Well, fuck that. To be honest, I would’ve drunk-fucked Tansy tonight. And to be even more real, I would’ve had sex with Rhonda sober, dangling the chance for her to fuck her crush.

Holy shit, I’m an infinite douche.

I stand to pull my wallet from my back pocket. Surprisingly, I remember to wear a rubber. I know Rhonda can’t get pregnant, but this is part of me I want to keep to myself from now on, since I’ve over shared with Simone.

I then unbuckle my belt and toe off my shoes, with Rhonda watching me. Grabbing onto the couch, I still nearly fall over twice. When I shove down my pants, Rhonda sees my dick at half-mast and she covers her mouth with both hands. Christ. Women only see me as a novelty, naked or not.

But Rhonda isn’t like that. I’m just pissy tonight.

Dropping to my knees, I toss the rubber on the floor next to me. Rhonda grabs my shoulders and pulls me down to her. Her hands go to my jaw as she kisses me hard. But she pulls back and whispers, “You’d let me go if I wanted to stop, right?” Her slurred plea hits me in a place only assault victims know.

“I won’t do anything you don’t want me to,” I whisper, sober as hell, realizing she’s a survivor of more things than I thought. “Do you want to touch me?”

She nods and I grab her hand and put it on my dick. The warmth of her hand sends jolts through my groin and I close my eyes, swaying. I put my hand on the floor to steady myself. Rhonda strokes me, and I respond with slow thrusts, moving her hand. “You’re so...”

I sigh, refraining from rolling my eyes. I don’t want to hurt her feelings or fall over. “I know.”

“Patient,” she fills in the blank, shocking me. “Thank you,” she whispers, as if she’s ashamed.

I tuck hair behind her ear and kiss her, growing harder in her hand in earnest. Her thumb sweeps over my tip, and I pant louder. Rhonda asks, “Will you touch me?”

I nod, and she glides my hand between her legs. Her curlies are wet, and I finger her through the hair until she pushes my hand closer. I slide two fingers into her, and she fucks my fingers with pleading moans until her clit tightens. Christ, how in the hell didn’t she ever come? Her body is like a coiled spring. Whenever Simone was close to orgasm, her engorged clit would thump against me.

I need to fuck her out of my head.

My eyes sting as I pull out my fingers and reach for the rubber. Rhonda watches me rip it open with my teeth. I spit the torn top of the wrapper before removing the rubber and tossing the rest of the package onto the floor. She doesn’t question me wearing one, which I’m glad.

Being under the influence, I know I should handle Ronnie with caution. But when I return to her side with my hard-on against her leg, Rhonda scoots closer to me. With her knee, she urges me on top of her. I hold on to her cheek as I steady myself to kiss her. Our kisses are chaotic and fast. Wearing a rubber, feeling her clit is more challenging, but I poke around her pussy until she humps the head of my dick. She stops kissing me and looks into my eyes to pant, “Fuck me, Rod.”

My voice trembles. “Okay.” I’m actually doing this.

Rhonda opens her legs wider and I reach down to forage through her forest. When I’m halfway inside her, I let go of my dick and brace my hands next to her head. I give her a test thrust and she clutches my shoulders with shuddering moans. Rhonda’s hips seem to have a mind of their own, bouncing fast and sort of like she’s...drunk. I grip her right hip to steady us, but when I shove into her, we fuck like it’s last call and drinks are free, or as if we’re exorcising demons or erasing exes.

Not even two minutes into it, she screams, “Oh, Rod!”

Her pussy clenches my dick so damn hard, and I gasp, “Ronnie, fuck.”

Without thinking much about it, I slow my hips to kiss her.

She moans over my tongue and stutters, “I-I think I’m coming again.” Rhonda groans against my lips and then tilts her head back, yelling toward the ceiling, as I nail her twitching pussy. At least I’m doing something right with a woman.

With her so slick, it doesn’t take long before I yell, “Fuck!” and explode more than I thought I could, drunk.

Rhonda’s orgasms are a fantastic ego boost. I find sloshed-ejaculating into a plastered friend and coworker drains my stress and sadness for now. Until it doesn’t and I crash back to my shithole reality.

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