Page 2 of Strangers in Love

“Yeah, yeah.” I swapped out the shirt I was wearing for the one that made my eyes look even more green than usual. Women tended to like that. “You and I both know that it won’t take either of us long to find someone.”

“Well, when you look like this,” he gestured at himself, “can you really blame them?” He grinned wide enough to show his dimples again.

“I suppose you’re not a bad second choice,” I countered.

“I’msecond choice?” Leo’s laugh was punctuated with a thigh slap. “Come on. We both know your pasty ass can’t compete with all this.”

“I resent that,” I said. “I am not pasty.”

Leo raised an eyebrow. “You’re the whitest white boy I know.”

I couldn’t really argue with that. My hair wasn’t true red, more like a rust color, but I definitely had red-head coloring, same as a lot of my siblings. It didn’t help that my best friend was pretty dark.

We kept up the joking as we left base and walked to the bar. Most people assumed that everywhere in the Middle East was hot all the time, but aside from the obvious location factor, it really depended on what someone thought of as hot. Honestly, it was pretty close to what it was back home in San Ramon this time of year, maybe a little cooler, so Leo and I were comfortable until we stepped into the bar, which was immediately ten degrees hotter.

It was a Wednesday, so the place wasn’t as crowded as it would be over the weekend, but that was fine with us. Less crowded meant it was easier to scan the room and spot a pair of women who looked promising.

One was tall and slender, the other shorter with more curves, but both had smiles that told me it wouldn’t matter which one went with Leo and which one ended up with me. The heat in their eyes as they looked us up and down was unmistakable.

“Let’s get those ladies some drinks,” I said, motioning toward the women.

Leo let out a low whistle. “Got a preference?”

I shook my head. “Let them choose.”

“Works for me.”

They didn’t speak much English, and they only gave us the nicknames Anna – the taller one – and Fay – the shorter – but it didn’t take a lot of conversation to confirm that none of us were looking for anything even close to a relationship. Twenty minutes later, we were following them out of the bar to the apartment the women shared.

At six and a half feet tall, I was two inches taller than Leo, so Anna had claimed me, and Fay had immediately wrapped her arms around Leo’s arm, telling us that she was fine with her friend’s choice. The girls’ apartment was nice, but we didn’t really see much of it as we were dragged into separate bedrooms. I was glad for that. It wasn’t like Leo and I hadn’t seen each other naked, and we’d had sex in the same room before, but we both definitely preferred some privacy.

“Off.” Anna tugged at my shirt, and I turned my attention to her.

“With pleasure.” I grinned at her and pulled my shirt over my head. The room was pretty dark, but I could still see her eyes light up as she ran her hands over my chest. I wasn’t as ripped as Leo, but I was no Bart either.

Anna’s nails scraped against my nipples and then moved down, lightly scratching from my chest to the top of my pants. She hooked two fingers from one hand over my waistband and dropped the other hand down to grab my cock through my pants. Her lips curved into a sexy smile, but I only saw it for a few seconds before my mouth crashed into hers. I wrapped my arms around her, yanking her against my body.

Somehow, we managed to strip off the rest of our clothes without breaking the kiss, so that by the time we landed on her bed, we were both naked. She’d landed on top and finally pulled away from me enough to kiss down my body to where my cock was waiting, already hard.

“Wait.”

I reached over to my pants and pulled a condom from my pocket. In high school, I hadn’t used any sort of protection for oral sex, but I’d been a dumb teenager, and I’d known the girls. Once I enlisted, I changed my opinion on the subject. Everyone got a layer of latex between them and me. I knew how many women I’d fucked without knowing their names or only knowing their first names. If those women had been with as many other men as I’d been with other women…well, let’s just say that wasn’t the type of math that made me eager to go without.

Anna didn’t seem offended as she ripped open the square packet. That was good. No better way to ruin the mood than trying to explain to someone why you thought you needed more caution than many people used for oral sex.

She winked at me and pressed the condom to her lips. I kept my eyes on her as she lowered her head and rolled the condom on me with her mouth. I watched, my breathing increasing to harsh pants as that wet heat engulfed my rock-hard erection. Her tongue and lips did all sorts of good things while one of her hands played with my balls. From the pressure of her mouth and hand to the way she knew exactly how much teeth and nails she could use on such sensitive parts, it was clear she knew exactly what she was doing. That was good. I didn’t feel like having to walk her through anything.

After a few passes, she raised her head and stared at me as she crawled up my body. We hadn’t talked much, but we didn’t need to speak the same language to know what was going to happen next. She straddled my waist and reached down to hold me in place before lowering herself onto me. I watched my cock disappear inside her, heard her muttering a bunch of words I couldn’t understand.

Pleasure ran through me, building that pressure that promised release. I reached for her hips, taking control of the rhythm and pace. As she came down, I pushed up, driving into her deep enough to make her squeal. I slid one hand around far enough to get my thumb to stroke over her clit, and it didn’t take much more than that to get her to come. The sight of a beautiful woman climaxing on my cock was enough to tip me over the edge.

Fuck.

I loved my life.

I didn’t know what I’d done to deserve it, but I loved it.

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