Page 50 of The First Time
Better than it should.
Fuck, she smells good too.
Every part of me, one in particular, wants to carry her to my apartment. I step away before my cock can take over.
Her eyes stay glued on mine. "Goodnight."
I take another step backwards. "Goodnight, Piper."
She waits until I'm inside to get back into her car. I wait until she pulls away to get into the elevator.
Fuck, this is bad news.
I like her.
Not as a friend.
Not as my bandmate's baby sister.
Not even as a casual fuck.
It's more than that.
My body is stuck on thecasualfuckpart. She has those sweet lips. The pretty blue eyes. The soft tits.
She's never been with anyone before.
Fuck.
I try washing away everything—the post tour exhaustion, how weird and different everything is, all my thoughts of tasting and teasing Piper—in the shower.
The water pounds my back and neck enough to relaxmostof my muscles.
Not so much my cock.
The warm embrace of the shower is the closest thing I get to being high now. I don't miss the drugs, not exactly. But I do miss that safe, comfortable feeling of a good opiate high.
Like I'm exactly where I belong.
Like I fit in the world.
Like everything is gonna be okay.
There are only two things that compare— getting on stage and fucking a beautiful woman.
I could get out of this shower and text any number of booty calls to come over. Don't have to get dressed or say please or reciprocate.
But that doesn't fucking appeal.
Piper's sweet smile and her warm body against mine—that fucking appeals.
Her big blue eyes filled with pleasure—
Her lips parting with a groan—
Her hair in my hands as I come inside her—
Fuck.
