Page 10 of Six Wishes

Wow, I am shocking myself with how bad of a line that was. What the fuck did I just say? I’m not sure. And she is not sure either. I don’t fucking care though. She. Is. Hot.

“Van,” she clears her throat. “What are you doing?”

That’s a good question. A very good fucking question. Why am I so obsessed with this girl all of a sudden? I barely looked at her twice the very first time we met, and now I can’t clear my mind of her.

The closer I get to her, the more my cock seems to wake up in my gym shorts, which I’m sure is visible through the material. She’s not looking down, though, so I’m in luck there.

When I get close enough to smell her, I take a whiff and my eyes close as I take her scent in. She smells like toothpaste with a hint of cleanliness. I am so hard for her.

“Van?” She licks her lips in anticipation and I am done for.

My hands go to her hips and I pull her flush against me. Her height definitely works in both of our favor, we are lined up perfectly. And I cannot get enough of this.

I bend my head down a bit to reach her lips but don’t kiss her just yet. When the tip of her tongue comes out and nervously licks at her lips, she might as well have taken a swipe up my cock, because that’s where I feel it.

My thumbs start rolling on her hipbones that are sticking out a bit, and it feels like the sexiest thing ever. I got it so fuckin’ bad for this woman, I can’t think anymore.

“Van,” she repeats my name, but not in question this time. I can’t resist her siren call anymore and swoop in. My mouth crashing into hers is like coming home.

We both moan when our tongues touch and our teeth clash. The taste of her toothpaste mingles with mine, and I feel like there’s an electric shock running through me. I had no idea that toothpaste was an aphrodisiac. I’ve never gotten turned on by it before. And now I hope to God that all the women I ever kissed before actually brushed their teeth prior to me kissing them. What if they didn’t? I don’t ever remember tasting toothpaste from the person I was kissing. Gross to think they weren’t using any.

“Van,” Chloe mumbles into my mouth, and I can’t stop myself from moving my hands inside her shorts and cupping her ass. She moans again when I apply pressure with my cock from the front, and she’s got nowhere to go.

“I want you so bad,” I whisper in between kisses. “You are so fucking hot, Chloe,” I bite her bottom lip, then suck it into my mouth.

There’s a beeping noise coming from the front of the gym, and it’s taking me a moment to realize that someone unlocked the door with the card, and they are about to walk in on me basically mauling Chloe in the locker room.

I pull my hands out of her shorts, then grab her by the hips and push her away from me. We are both breathing heavily as we stare into each other’s eyes. We seem to be doing a lot of that. It’s like our signature move when we can’t seem to be capable of sounding words.

“Your name should be Summer,” I finally manage to form a sentence, and it’s a stupid one as far as that goes.

Chloe’s cheeks are red and her eyes look glassy. She shakes her head in confusion, like she’s trying to figure out what I mean.

“Why?” she snorts. “Is Chloe not to your liking?”

“Because you are hot as hell,” I give her a bad pickup line that I hope will work wonders. I feel incredibly grateful when Choe starts laughing, the big belly laugh I heard her doing last night. It seems to be my new favorite sound.

“You are kinda funny, Van Boyd,” she points at me and shakes her head. “I think you’re growing on me.”

“I’m growing alright.” I look down at my shorts and her eyes follow my movements, gasping in shock when she notices the proud erection I am sporting.

“Van, put that away! Now!” She looks behind her to make sure that no one will see this.

“It doesn’t work like that,” I snort. “I need a minute.” I take a seat on the long bench that’s in the middle of the room, and put my head in between my knees as I make an effort to think of anything but Chloe’s ass in my hands.

It takes me a little longer than I was hoping, but I finally think I got it under control. Until I look up and see that Chloe’s removed the thin zip-up hoodie she had on, and now she is standing tall in front of me in only the booty shorts and the sexiest son-of-a-bitching sports bra known to man.

“Fuck,” my head goes back down.

Her tits are phenomenal.

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