Page 13 of Revenge Cake

My throat is raspy when I speak. “If you said that just to make me choke on my beer, I might actually start crying.”

She laughs, a husky sound that sends shivers down my spine. “I’ve never seen that happen in real life! I thought it only happened in movies.”

“Speaking of movies… No. Not speaking of movies. Speaking of the only thing I can think about right now, can you repeat your question? Maybe with more detail this time.”

She smiles at my lack of finesse. “I asked if you wanted to have sex. What other details do you need?”

“When and where would be helpful.”

“Now,” she answers right away. “Or as soon as possible. At your place.”

I shut my eyes for a moment, unable to believe my good fortune. I thought I had an uphill battle in winning her over. I had already resigned myself to not even kissing her for a few weeks at least, which is an eternity compared to my usual timeline. Never in my wildest dreams did I anticipate this. “Oh my god,” I mumble before opening my eyes and meeting hers squarely. “You’re my favorite person in the world, Leilani.”

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We don’t even make it to my apartment.

Halfway up the stairwell, she pins me to the wall. The breath I’d been holding escapes me in a whoosh. She lifts her hand to my nape and curls her fingers into my hair. My eyes pop open when she yanks back suddenly and presses soft kisses over my neck. “Holy shit,” I mumble, my voice strained.

“Am I hurting you?” she asks.

“God, no.”

She presses her other hand against my waist, slipping it under my jeans and into my boxers. I hiss as her cold hand wraps around my dick. She releases her grip on my hair to look me in the eyes. “You’re hard already,” she says, smiling.

“Yeah.” I release something between a gasp and a laugh. “I’m not even sure what’s happening right now, but I don’t want it to stop.”

She looks over her shoulder and glances around the stairwell, the dim light casting shadows over the soft contours of her face. As she turns back to me, she strokes my dick up and down. The tickling pleasure that radiates into my belly is so overpowering I nearly whimper.

Shit. I need to get this under control. She already thinks I fall instantly in love. I don’t want her to think I instantly come too.

“Have you ever had sex in a stairwell?” she asks, and the question alone sends another shooting pleasure into my groin. “Uh…” I begin, my brain barely functioning. “No.” It sounds like a question.

She nods once before releasing her grip around my dick. I groan at the loss of contact. Her eyes fixed on my hips, she unbuttons and unzips my jeans. With a swift yank, she pulls my pants and boxers down, exposing my dick and ass to the damp air. My lips part. Is this really happening?

“We should probably be quick.” Her tone is all business.

I release a whispered laugh. “That won’t be a problem. For me, I mean.”

Turning away from me, she lifts her purse from the concrete floor. After unzipping it, she pulls out a small square package.

“You keep condoms in your purse?” I ask.

“Yes.” It’s all she has to say about it.

Her eyes on my exposed dick, she approaches me slowly and drops to her knees. Her face is inches from my dick as she tears apart the condom wrapper with her teeth. I look away, unable to stand it. “I seriously might last thirty seconds,” I find myself admitting. “Sorry in advance.”

Even the slight pressure of her hand as she slips the condom over my dick sends a wave of heat into my belly.

“I don’t mind,” she says. “You like novelty just as much as I do. I’ve never had sex in a stairwell either.” My eyes fix on her hips as she stands up and slips her hands under her sundress, removing tiny black underwear. To my surprise, she unzips her purse and slips them inside. She’s not even trying to be sexy. She’s swift and methodical, which only pushes me closer to the edge.

I lean back into the wall, shutting my eyes tight. “It’s not the stairwell…”

Tossing her purse aside, she places her hands on my shoulders. “Brace yourself. I may be short, but I’m not light.” With that she leaps onto me, gripping my shoulders and wrapping her legs around my waist. My knees nearly buckle, but not from her weight. In an effort to gain some self-control, I turn around and press her against the wall, burying my head in the crook of her neck. The slight brush of my dick against her inner thigh calls to my senses, but I try to push it away.

“Logan…” Lani says, likely confused as to why I’m just standing here holding her thighs and not moving.

“I need like…a solid minute before we start. Is that okay?”

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