Page 60 of Ask Me Something

I was inflamed with the knowledge that I had done that to him. I let myself go, climaxing for the very first time with my own hand.

After a couple minutes of listening to one another breathe over the line, I broke the silence. “Are you there?”

“Uh huh. I’m not sure what I expected, but I didn’t think it would be quite that fast.” He sounded slightly self-conscious.

“It’s a good thing it was because I’m completely exhausted now. And although you haven’t asked, that’s the first time I’ve been able to do that without, uh, battery-operated assistance.”

“Great. I’m hard again.”

I laughed. “At least you’re not getting on the plane with it this time.”

* * *

Upon landingin Charlotte on Friday evening, I was anxious to see Brian, but in a good way. It felt strange to associate the word good with anxious, but here I was, excited to spend the weekend with him. Turning on my phone as I deplaned, I read the message from him.

“Call me when you get in. I’m stuck in DC.”

I dialed his number, and he picked up on the first ring.

“Hey. My connecting flight is delayed. They’re saying we’ll leave in another thirty minutes, but if it’s much longer than that, I may rent a car and drive it.” He sounded tired.

“How long of a drive is that?”

“Like six hours. Hopefully, we’ll be boarding soon, though. I have a key to my house hidden in the back yard. The gate is open, and it’s in the flower pot to the right, in one of those fake rocks. I can call a car service to take you.”

“No, no, it’s not necessary. I’ll either rent a car or take a taxi.”

“I’m sorry about this,” he apologized miserably.

“It’s not your fault. And it’ll give me time to rummage through your drawers and see what kind of secrets you have in your house.” Although I never would do so, I did wonder if he had a secret stash of sex toys.

“You’ll be disappointed, I assure you, but at least the cleaning lady should’ve come. I’ll let you know once I’m on my way from the airport.”

“Do you want me to pick you up?”

“No, I prefer you naked in my bed, waiting for me.”

* * *

After arrivingat Brian’s house, I parked the rental car and tromped around to the back yard to retrieve the key. He’d texted he was boarding a few minutes ago, which meant that he should arrive in less than two hours.

Unlocking the door, I let myself in and hauled my suitcase up to the master bedroom. I took a shower and headed down to his kitchen. I wasn’t surprised that it was bare bones in the food department. Since the holidays, he’d hardly had a chance to spend any time here. I helped myself to a bottle of water and the apple from my purse and then walked down to the basement. It took a few minutes to figure out the remote, but finally I was able to flip the massive television on.

I must have dozed off, losing all track of time. When I opened my eyes, I was shocked to see that more than two hours had passed. Turning off the television quickly, I hit the top step at the same time I heard the front door open. I walked down the hall to greet him, but I didn’t even have a chance to say hello before he was on me, and my clothes were being dragged off.

His lips were demanding, and his tongue worked mine with an aggressiveness that ignited my arousal.

“Have a good flight?” I asked, smiling.

“No, it didn’t go by fast enough. God, I need to be inside of you.” He frantically fumbled with my leggings while I rid him of his belt. He backed me into the living room, making it only as far as the sofa before he thrust inside of me.

I gulped at his primal groan of pleasure, feeling the same.

He stopped for a moment and grasped my face between his hands. “Hi.” He grinned.

I giggled, moving my hips and enjoying the sweetness of his thumb tracing my bottom lip. “Hi, yourself. Glad to be home?” He drove into me and I arched my head back in pleasure.

“I’ve been hard for the last two hours, forty minutes and thirty seconds, so yes.”

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