Page 11 of Rent Me While You Can

“Yeah, babe?” I ask.

“Sorry, I forgot to give you something. I have a gift for you, but we do need to talk before we go to sleep. Okay?”

I groan as I pull myself up. Amber stands in the doorway with nothing but a towel on, the hall light casting her in a warm glow. I can’t say anything as she lets the towel drop. She turns and I’m staring at her perfect ass as she walks back into the bathroom, closing the door behind her.

Half of me is too tired to care. But I can feel my blood rising, my body waking up as I stand and cross to the bathroom.

When I open the door she is standing there waiting for me. She gets close, wrapping her body around my side in a way that melts me, her face inches from mine. “Did you come to join me?” she asks, the same look in her eyes as before. I am speechless as she pulls back and starts getting in the tub. “Then lose the boxers.”

I do,and then I get in after her, the brim of the tub almost overflowing with water. “Careful,” I say as she shifts until she is sitting in my lap, my dick fitting snug in the cleft of her ass. She leans back and I hold her up with my body as she sighs with pleasure.

“This is nice, isn’t it? She squirms and I tell her not to move out of instinct. She turns so that she is laying on me.

Then she slides down below the water level, her long brown hair spreading out behind her like algae in the tide and her lips are on my throbbing dick, moving up and down with a practiced rhythm. It only lasts for a moment, then she is above the water again, coughing. “Shit. That’s harder than I remember. Help me out?”

I nod, lifting myself onto the lip of the tub with the wall at my back as she advances low, looking every bit the predator I know she is. Her lips find me again and this time she uses one hand too, covering the full length of my shaft with a deep-throated kiss while she fingers herself.

Before long, I can’t wait anymore. I pull her up until she is standing, water sloshing off her body in torrents onto the tile floor but I couldn’t care less. I spin her around until her hands are on the wall, ass extended towards me, my hands on her hips. “Yes,” she purrs as I stick it in, as gentle as a jackhammer, but I don’t care. I wrap an arm around her waist and shove my hand deep into her hair, pulling back until her back is arched in pleasure and she begs me for more.

I shift, pausing just long enough to nock my elbow in the crook of her knee, pulling her leg up and exposing her pussy. Not one to be outdone, she pivots, pulling my face closer to hers in a wild kiss, one arm on the wall still precariously holding her up.

Her hand slides just a little and I swing her around, out of the tub and onto my lap as I sit on the lip again. She jumps onto me, almost causing me to fall back into the tub but I manage to hold us up. Then I am in her again and she is grinding against me, relentless, the two of us breathing heavily as I can feel myself swell inside her.

“Don’t stop,” she gasps, and so I don’t even as I cum inside of her. She moans with pleasure, pulling me close to her, her nails digging into my back, until she squirts onto the tile floor. The two of us slump, supporting each other’s heaving forms, content just for now.

Amber is the first to move. She stands, pulling her wet hair back as she drains the water in the tub. She doesn’t seem to mind the cum dripping down her thighs. As I stand, she turns to me with a smile.

“That was amazing.” I kiss her on the forehead as I bring her close. “Let’s shower and then we can lay in bed and talk about what you need to.” Dread washes over me, because ninety percent of the time a girl says, ‘we need to talk,’ it’s bad news.

“Sounds good.” Her tone tells me all I need to know.

After we finish showering, she puts on a white fluffy robe. I don’t want to have this talk. Part of me wants to tell her she’s wrong before she even gets the first words out.

“Cole…” she begins, but I cut her off.

“I know what you’re going to say. You don’t think this is working, but I think you’re wrong.”

She shakes her head, and my heart cracks. “Cole, it isn’t working.”

“Are you kidding me? Were you not in that tub? That to me, is working.”

“Please don’t make this harder than it needs to be.”

I shake my head, throwing my pants back on in the process. “You’re going to throw everything we have away because of what? You’re scared?”

She sits on the bed, hands in her lap. “It has nothing to do with being afraid.”

“Bullshit.”

“We come from different worlds. I mean, you’re a famous baller. You could have any woman you want.”

“I don’t want any woman. I want you.” But it’s like I’m talking to a wall. Amber’s mind is already made up. There’s nothing I can say that will change her mind.

Right now.

She needs time. She needs time to know this can and will work.

Right?

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