Page 2 of Come Apart
Her eyes pass over my body slowly, taking their time.
Lingering over her favorite places.
They eventually make their way back to mine, the heat in them clear.
I feel a renewed flash of it rush through me. She bites her lip.
God, I love that look—that look that screamsI'm thinking about touching you right now, and I like the thought of it.
No one has ever looked at me quite the way Alyssa does.
I've had other girlfriends, fucked other women. But none of them ever stared at me with this kind of want.
This level of almost desperate lust.
Being so openly desired only intensifies my own response.
And it's intense enough as it is.
My cock throbs in interest, already rock hard.
And I haven't even touched her yet.
"Oh, get a room," Laurie quips, stepping back towards the door. "But, seriously--do you want a room? Because I'll make like a tree and get the hell out of here."
Alyssa shakes her head—Laurie really does make the worst jokes—and gets off the couch. "We'll be quiet."
"Uh-huh." It's Laurie's turn to roll her eyes. "As much as I appreciate the free porn show--even if it's more of a free porn podcast what with the lack of video--I'll just go grab a bite." She steps into the living room and yells back to us. "I'll be back in an hour! But give me five minutes to put on something presentable!"
The glass door slides shut with a click.
Leaving us alone.
Something that isn't lost on either of us.
"We should get dinner first," I suggest.
I don't mean it, obviously.
The only thing I'm hungry for is what's between her smooth thighs.
"You're funny." She takes another step towards me.
"Maybe I want a matcha latte before Peet's closes."
It's an empty protest.
And she totally calls me on it.
"There's a Peet's by your house."
"What if I like this one better?"
My eyes scan down her dangerous curves.
I'm already salivating.
She shakes her head.
