Page 20 of Regrets

Because what she’s searching for, none of them can give her.

I toss my keys down on the coffee table and sit on the couch.

“Just go to bed, P. Sleep it off.”

She moves to where I’m sitting, standing directly in front of me, her eyes full of something ominous as she kneels between my legs, tipping her chin up to look into my eyes, both hands resting on my knees. “You owe me an orgasm. Or two.”

Is she fucking kidding me right now?“Doubt either of them could have gotten you off even once. But if you want to come, I guess I can help you out.” I lean forward, getting into her pretty face. “You want a vibrator?”

Her hands slide up my thighs. “I think we have all we need right here.”

I stand up, pushing her away. “Go to bed.” I start to walk away, stopping to look out at the lake, and she comes behind me, her hands on my shoulders.

Her mouth is at my ear. “Come on. Just do it, Linc.” I feel her breasts pressing against my back. “I need this.”

I turn around, facing her, forcing her to walk back a step. “What are you, a sex addict or something? You need rehab?”

She looks offended, her eyes widening as she steps back again, my body crowds hers as her ass meets the back of the couch. “Don’t you dare pretend like we’re different. You’ve been having sex with random girls for years.”

“Thatisdifferent.”

“How?”

My hands rest on her hips. “You’re not having a good time. You’re trying to fuck Colt out of your system.” My lips dance over hers. “I was a whore long before he was gone.”

I notice her wince when I say the word “gone,” and my own heart strongly squeezes in my chest when I say it. But then she squares her shoulders and leans into me, her hand resting on my chest.

“So then, help me.”

Her hands land on my belt, yanking it lose quickly, undoing my pants at lightning speed as her eyes meet mine with determination and hunger. “You can’t offer sex, P. I’m not a good guy. I’m not him. I’ll fucking take it and won’t feel bad the next day.”

My hands move to her belt, flicking the metal through the hole and looping it through the buckle opening it, gauging the amount of hesitance I see in her eyes.

There’s none.“Fuck me like you did the first time.”

Christ.My dick hardens just being reminded of the first time we were together.

I flick the button on her shorts and lower the zipper, looking into her eyes. “Now’s the time to say ‘uncle’ if you’re bluffing.”

“Now, why would I do that? That would end all the fun.”

I push her shorts down partially over one hip enough to allow me to shove my hand into her panties, cupping her pussy in my hand as I look directly in her devious eyes. “You really fucking want this?”

My free hand cups her ass over the shorts, bracing her as her hips move forward, bucking against my hand. “You feel how wet I am?”

I swallow, as I run two fingers through her wet folds, and lean into her, my body molding to hers as I use one finger to slide over her swollen clit. “P,” I breathe against her mouth as my hips thrust forward, pressing against her thigh. One of my fingers enters her and then another, sliding in and out and then spreading the wetness over her clit, bringing her closer and closer to an orgasm.

Her fingers grip my biceps as her mouth presses against mine. “Fuck me, Linc.”

“Let’s go to my room. I need to grab a condom.”

She’s panting as she rocks against my hand. “No condom.”

I snap my eyes to hers and stop moving my fingers. “You want to get knocked-up?”

She looks frustrated. “You really think with as many guys as I’ve been with that I’m not on the pill?”

I’m not one to judge. I’m all for everyone fucking who they want, but I hate the thought of her with other men. “Ah, okay. So, you just want my dick to fall off when I stick it in you then?”

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