Page 29 of One Timer With A Wingman

“My what? You came all over my cock,” he states. And damn, he isn’t wrong. His cock is glorious. I blink, that isn’t the point right now.

“But you’ve been with so many girls,” I say, as if he didn’t know.

“I get myself tested. I’ve always worn a condom,” he informs me.

“Right, just like last night?” I ask.

“I’m not explaining myself. I don’t even know what happened last night. We were both drunk and apparently very needy. Might I remind you, I gave you three orgasms,” he states, seeming angry now.

I blow out a breath. “Sorry for freaking out. I’m just panicking.”

“You don’t need to worry about an STD. I was tested a month ago and haven’t been with anyone since,” he tells me and he isn’t looking at me. I can tell I’ve hurt his feelings.

“Thanks for telling me. Sorry for freaking out. So, I guess we’re fine. I’ve never done this before,” I say quietly.

That gets him to look at me.

“I mean, hook up with someone I barely know,” I explain.

“You know more about me than most people,” he replies. Then he whips the blanket off him and stands to his full height. His cock is semi-hard and beautiful. My jaw drops because without beer goggles on, I see how incredibly handsome he is.

He catches me ogling him. He laughs and shakes his head and then he heads into the bathroom.

While he’s in the bathroom, I pace the room with the sheet wrapped around me.

I hear the shower turn on and the bathroom door opens. “Get out of your head, Briar.”

My head snaps over to him still comfortable being buck naked.

“Easier said than done,” I confess.

“Do you want to take a shower?” he asks.

“Y-you mean with you?” I stumble over my words.

“Yes.” He grins. “I may have been drunk, but I remember promising you a fourth orgasm.”

Oh my. Can’t say no to that.

“Stop overthinking,” he commands.

“It’s not bad to overthink,” I tell him.

“You want in?” he asks in what feels like a last-ditch effort.

I nod and drop the sheet.

“Damn, woman,” he hisses and licks his lips. “Now you get to see what I can do sober.”

The raspy promise in his voice causes a clench between my thighs. Why am I still reacting to him like this sober. I enter the bathroom, which is filling up with steam. The shower is a stall that is enclosed in glass with one wall of beige tiles.

“Let’s get washed up first,” he says, reaching down for the body wash I left in here.

He lathers up his hands and I think he’s going to wash himself, but his hands land on my shoulders, then move down to my armpits before moving to my breasts. He tweaks my nipples as he washes me and wetness pools between my thighs. This doesn’t make sense. I stand here, completely at his mercy, waiting for what he’ll do next. He takes his time washing my belly then slides his hand between my thighs and my breathing picks up. Aaron is attentive as he locks eyes with me. He licks his lips.

“Do I still need to ask permission to kiss you?” he asks.

He’s breathing just as fast as I am. His cock is hard and ramrod straight against his stomach.

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