Page 52 of No Summer Hotter than You

“It’s supposed to be an act and nothing else.” She swallowed a deep breath, drawing my eyes to her ample breasts.

They were practically spilling over her tiny little crop top, and her nipples were erect just like my dick was about to be. They were aching for my watering mouth exactly how my throbbing cock was for her wet pussy.

My fingertips reached down to brush those beautiful black silk locks out of her face. “Then why don’t we be real . . . just for one night?”

I was insane to offer this as if I could live my life perfectly fine going this far with her. Of all people, Shoua was the last person I could go back to normal with if we slept together. I was a deranged man going off on his desires and I couldn’t guarantee our relationship would ever return to what it once was the moment I got a taste of her.

But the way she looked up at me with silently pleading eyes, asking me to take her and make her mine, I couldn’t say no. I could never deny her since our bodies were buzzing with the same needs and wants. Her lips didn’t say it, but her whole body did. From the way her hands danced down my chest to the way she moaned with need, I knew she wanted me.

I’d gladly give her every single little bit of myself, including my soul for tonight. I was all hers, and she was all mine.

I leaned down to kiss her earlobe. She shivered under me as I continued to subject her to the kisses I trailed down her cheek and along her jaw and neck.

“Just for one night,” Shoua finally whispered. Her breath was uneven as she gently pushed me away. “Let’s do this just for one night.”

Her face was still flushed, and her hands were confidently on my hips. “Use your thigh. Please,” she huffed as she parted her legs for me.

Without her having to guide me, I positioned my thigh between her legs, and she let out a whimper. “Is this what you want?” I let out a raspy chuckle as she looked up at me with so much urgency.

One of my hands came down to her hips, guiding her to rock against my thigh as I worked my leg against her clit. I had never been a man for public sex, but I couldn’t help letting my intrusive thoughts take over as we stood there in the dark. The only thing illuminating us was the red Exit sign above our heads.

“Y-yes,” she whispered.

Her trembling hands reached out to me and palmed my hard cock. Although I knew she was nervous, she didn’t hesitate to unbuckle my belt then unbutton my pants and reach in. I softly moaned at her touch.

“Oh my god, Anthony. You’re so fucking big.” Her little shocked gasp made me laugh.

My nervous heart pounded hard against my ribs as I planted kisses across her cheek. I grinded her harder against me. She threw one of her hands over her mouth to contain her sigh. She squeezed around my shaft and her pace quickened.

“Holy fuck,” I mumbled as I kissed her.

“Come with me,” she panted softly. I started to thrust into her hand as she let out a whimper. “Anthony, please. Please.”

Her eyes rolled back as her legs shook lightly between my thighs. I finally felt the wetness she was now leaving behind on my shorts and I groaned. She stroked me at lightning speed as I rocked her mindlessly on my thigh, pushing each other over the limit.

I was at the edge of my climax when Shoua’s thighs clamped tightly around me and her body trembled with her release. I came right after as her hand gripped tightly with each harsh stroke she made. Pleasure ripped through us as we soaked our clothes with our releases.

We quickly pulled ourselves together before anyone could tell what we were doing in the dark. After tugging her skirt down, I quickly tucked myself properly back into my cum-soaked briefs. Before leaving the bar, I pulled Shoua into an embrace and kissed her on the forehead.

“No pretending. No acting. Just you and me and we’re each other’s tonight,” I said, burying my nose into her hair.

“Take me home and make me yours, Anthony,” she said in a soft whisper.

I placed a kiss on her temple before grabbing her hand and walking out of the bar. Once I hailed a rideshare, I’d send a text to a text to our group chat with everyone in our party, telling them we’ve already left. But getting that rideshare was the most important because I was going to take Shoua home. Now.

CHAPTER 22

shoua

The only thing I remembered about the rideshare home was how my finger drew over the lines of Anthony’s hardening length. Just hearing the way his breath hitched each time I wrote my name lightly over his tip made my lower stomach clench in anticipation.

Meanwhile, his hand rested on the inside of my sticky thighs. His long fingers danced along my clothed clit every now and then as I held back whimpers.

If this was all for one night only, I’d graciously accept it. But would I truly be able to quit Anthony once he gave a bit of himself to me? My heart ached while my mind refused to answer, but my soul knew the truth. Someone’s heart was bound to break, and it was going to be mine.

I wasn’t expecting that kiss at the bar to lead into a night like this, but neither did Anthony. He looked surprised, probably shocked to see me as a woman and not just as his friend. I could see the way his eyes shifted all over my body with dilated pupils full of lust and desire. Was this how he looked at all the women he slept with?

The moment we stumbled inside his duplex, I threw my arm around his neck and his lips were on mine before I could kiss him. His fingers pulled up my skirt to my hips and went straight to my soaked panties. He tugged them to the side and palmed me, making me moan. His tongue and fingers entered my mouth and sex in synchronicity.

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