Page 120 of How to Lose at Love

twenty-eight

dallas

“A boyfriend would be nice, but I’m already in a committed relationship with my right hand.”

– Kyle the cook

I’m notin my own bed.

It’s dark as fuck in here, and my arm moves to the side, making contact with a warm body I explore with the palm of my hand.

I raise my wrist so I can check the time, wincing at the bright light blinding me, and see that it’s three in the morning.

Too soon to get up and be productive or go for a run.

My dick tingles.

Gotta pee.

I ease out of bed, trying not to make any sound, feeling my way out the door and into the small living room, past the kitchen to the bathroom, which could seriously be closer to the bedroom—who the fuck laid out the floor plan for this apartment?

Oddly enough, when I slide back into her bed, I’m not compelled to roll to the edge of the mattress, as far away from her as I can so I can fall back asleep but keep my distance, as I’ve done in the past with girls I’ve had one-night stands with.

Not only do I not find my own space on the bed to avoid her, I find myself rolling toward her sleeping form so I can—and don’t think I’m a fucking creep for doing this…

I watch her sleep, only for a few moments.

Her hand is tucked under her chin, the moonlight shining through the window affording me a clear view.

I reach out so my palm can stroke her hair; my fingertips feel how smooth it is as it flows through my hands like sand. Ryann’s skin is also super smooth, like glass as my finger slowly traces the bridge of her nose down to the tip.

She’s so pretty it makes my resting heart race.

Ryann moves, ass wiggling, her hand reaching back and resting on my hip. She pats me a few times before shifting again, this time presenting her back as she faces the opposite wall.

Well, shit.

This is lame. Now what?

Sleep, Dallas. Sleep.

I can’t.

You have to—you had a long fucking day.

But…

I see her eyes looking up at me as she sucks my dick, hear the sound she made when it was buried in her throat. The way she didn’t back down when I said I was going to come, swallowing my cum like a champion rather than jerking me off to finish.

Her mouth around my dick.

Sucking.

Choking me down.

Is there a sexier sight? If there is, I haven’t seen it.

I check my watch, groaning when I see only twenty minutes have passed.

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