Page 64 of No Summer Hotter than You

Our breaths were surprisingly labored, as if we had been up to other extraneous physical activities when all we did was hug one another. I swallowed thickly as my dick continued to throb and my body started buzzing all over.

I wanted Shoua.

And that wasn’t good.

It was wrong. All wrong.

“It was meant to be only for one night,” I heard myself whispering.

An unreadable emotion flashed across Shoua’s eyes, but the moment she blinked, it was gone. “Y-yeah,” she said, unconvinced.

“I should get going,” I forced myself to announce.

“You should,” Shoua agreed.

She quickly collected her things again, and before she slipped out of my truck, she turned to me. Her cheeks were flushed and her skin was covered in a thin film of sweat. I couldn’t help but think back to Saturday night when she had that same look as she laid under me. My chest and dick ached at the memory.

“I’ll see you at home, Anthony,” she said.

“Yeah, see you at home,” I repeated.

She left, but she didn’t take her delicious scent with her. It lingered in the car, in the air, and in the upholstery. With each inhale on my way back to my project site, my breath became shakier and strained. I quickly pulled off on an old road and parked haphazardly. No cars were around, and I quickly unbuckled my pants with one hand.

I pulled my hard, pulsating cock out with a low groan. It throbbed angrily at me as if it was my fault it was in this state.

“Fuck,” I said as I reclined my seat back. I pulled my T-shirt back and started stroking.

My mind traveled to the events of Saturday night with Shoua and the way her body quaked under each thrust I made. But the memory of her was immediately replaced by a fantasy my mind conjured up out of thin air.

Shoua leaned over me with one of my hands holding up her beautiful, long black locks in a ponytail. The smell of her mouthwatering perfume was thick in the air, filling my lungs with each heavy breath I took. A moan escaped my lips as her burning, soft lips wrapped around my tip and her tongue flicked.

I envision her slowly taking me in as my hand around the base of my cock tightened. “Baby,” I called out as I continued to pump. Her slick mouth made wet sounds as her tongue swirled around my shaft. “Don’t stop.”

Her jaw relaxed and she started bobbing up and down as one of her hands stroked me from the base of my shaft to her lips. I threw my head back and she continued to pump me into her mouth as if she was milking me. Her saliva mixed with my precum and slowly dribbled down my shaft, slicking her hand wet and making it easier for her to pleasure me.

I moaned loudly again. “Fuck,” I said, squeezing my cock.

Shoua pulled off me with a lewd, loud pop, and smiled up at me. Her lips were wet and glossy. She kissed my cock with long strokes of her tongue, lapping me up and down as she blinked up slowly at me.

My lower stomach tensed as I groaned again. I was on the verge of coming.

“You’re this hard from just a hug? Imagine if we had kissed,” she teased before taking me back into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around my tip and then her cheeks hollowed into an intense suck.

I swallowed thickly as my hand shifted up to focus there, pumping harshly. All it took was for my mind to imagine her smile with my cock stuffed in her mouth. Jets of my release hit my lower abdomen with a deep groan reverberating from my chest. Some of the cum sprayed onto my shirt, and I would’ve cursed if I didn’t come as blindingly hard as I did.

I sat there dazed and out of my mind as I continued to pump every last drop of what Shoua had done to me out. I needed to get rid of this longing and lust I had for her, and the best way to do that was this—me, jerking off to my sick fantasies of her.

After tucking myself in, cleaning up my mess, and disinfecting my truck with materials I kept in the glove box, I let out a long and exasperated sigh. How the fuck was I going to survive the rest of my life now that I was looking at my best friend as a woman I wanted to be with?

“We’re best friends,” I whispered out loud, feeling a deep ache in my chest.

Yeah, that was what we were still supposed to be.

CHAPTER 26

shoua

It was finally a Friday night, and I had never been happier to come home to see Andy’s car in Anthony’s driveway. I was grateful it wouldn’t just be Anthony and me since thick tension continued to swirl between us. After last Saturday night and today’s lunch, I couldn’t trust myself alone with him.

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