Page 34 of Romancing the Rude Guy

I deal with my bladder and undressing. I feel silly going back out sitting naked in my chair, so I keep my boxers on.

When I leave the bathroom, the lights are off in the bedroom and it’s deathly quiet. Panic rises in me that she left while I was in there worrying over if I should keep my scrawny naked ass covered or not.

“Alice?”

“I’m in bed, Marcus.”

My breath shudders out of me, and I carefully make my way over to the bed. The path should be clear unless she tossed her shoes or clothes in my way. Everything in my room is perfectly organized and laid out to make my life obstacle-free. I don’t get hung up on anything and wiggle and work my way out of my boxers before transferring into bed.

My hand encounters Alice and the warmth of her naked skin almost burns me. My cock, limp against my thigh, stirs when she slowly inches over to me, her body brushing against mine.

She turns on her side, her hand going to my chest as her fingers move through my chest hair.

I reach for her slowly and find her shoulder first. Trailing my hand along the gentle slope, I trace the raised ridge of her collarbone and work my way lower to her breast. Her breath catches at the contact of my palm with her hardened nipple while my breath rushes out.

Her fingers tense on my chest as I pluck her nipple and roll it gently between my thumb and index finger. Using my other arm, I lift my upper body up enough for my mouth to capture that nipple and groan at the feel and taste of her on my tongue.

Alice’s hands urge me down and slowly I lower myself back flat on the mattress. Her body follows me down, allowing me to keep her nipple in my mouth. Eagerly, I switch to the other side while my hand goes to that damp nipple and play.

Her hands explore my chest and stomach, pausing before going any lower.

Releasing her nipple, I take her hand in mine and lower it to my groin, placing it on my semi-erect cock. “You can touch me.”

As if she were only waiting for my permission, she grips my cock and begins stroking it and teasing the slit along the head.

In the safety of the darkness, I tell her, “You’re going to have to ride me.”

Her hand pauses on my cock. Her face looms over mine, her breath warm against my lips. “I already know that.”

Embarrassment makes me want to squirm, and my cock deflates a little. Her fingers squeeze me harder.

“It’s okay, Marcus,” she says softly. “I want this. I want you.”

Bless this crazy, messed up world for delivering this wonderful woman into my life.

“I want you too, Alice. Come up here and let me eat you out.”

She continues stroking my cock, coaxing it back to hardness.

“Alice?”

Her lips touch mine briefly before she pulls away. “Not tonight. I want to ride your cock, not your face.”

“Let me get you ready, at least.”

She tweaks my nipple and my cock surges in her grasp.

“You already got me ready. I’m wet for you. I want your cock.”

Swallowing hard, I lick my lips. “There are condoms in the nightstand’s top drawer.”

“I brought my own.”

I can hear the smile in her voice, and it makes me grin.

The pillow next to me moves and I hear the rip of the condom wrapper being torn.

“Do you want to put it on, or can I?”

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