Page 12 of Returning Your Love
She glanced at her friend, who was just as smashed as she was.
“Sorry, bitch,” her friend laughed, “but I’m too drunk to drive. You can crash at my place if you want though.”
Shelly had stayed with the friend who lived within walking distance of plenty of times.
“Have fun!” I repeated her suggestion without the same tone she’d given me before turning on my heel and making my way toward the exit.
Ubers weren’t a thing in Pippen Creek, and I wasn’t about to ask around for someone else to drive my drunk wife home. She was an adult and could make her own decisions. Wasn’t my jobto babysit, especially since attempting to do so would only end with us screaming at each other in public, which neither of us wanted.
Warm silence wrapped around me when the bar’s door shut behind me.
“Thank fuck,” I muttered and closed my eyes, breathing in the humid night air that hinted of campfires and grilling meat.
July was already half-over, but the night insects still made their music, reminding me of easier days and muggy evenings beneath the stars.
I tipped my gaze upward, scanning in the vastness of the sky above me.
Pippen Creek wasn’t a big enough town to illuminate the darkness and erase the millions of pinpricks of light twinkling down on us.
Jamie and I had attempted to count the stars when we’d gone camping on Coach Bernard’s land on Pippen Creek Pond he’d given us unlimited access to. We’d been sixteen and buzzed from sucking down strawberry wine. Shelly had already passed out in our tiny tent, and I’d drunk enough not to be overly concerned I sprawled close enough on the ground to my best friend that our shoulders pressed together. It’d been a dream come true but without the tongues and cum down each other’s throats I’d lusted for once upon a time.
Still fucking do, I admitted in the silence of my mind.
The following morning, I’d found myself plastered against Jamie and had hightailed it out of the tent. The other two camping trips after that one had been my idea. Because I’d wanted to experience that closeness again even though it made me feel like a perv, taking advantage for just a few seconds of what it was like to have my boner dig into Jamie’s hip.
“Fuck.” I rubbed a weary hand over my face and slowly exhaled.
I’d instigated another night by the shore of the small lake called a pond a mile northwest of town, but I wasn’t some horny kid who couldn’t control himself. Hell, my dick had been ignored long enough I wasn’t sure the damn thing still worked.
Jamie could suggest skinny-dipping and strip down like he preferred to do, and I doubted the sight of his tanned muscles would heat my blood.
Okay…maybe I was wrong there.
I rearranged my junk that had started to swell from the memories in my mind, and the simple touch through my jeans felt a little too damned good.
Huffing, I hoofed it to my car and locked myself inside. “Not cool,” I muttered, pressing against my dick that had decided to stiffen fully during the short walk. “Seriously?” I shot down at my groin, my voice annoyed as fuck even to my own ears.
Shaking my head, I pulled out of the parking lot and drove toward our quiet house.
I didn’t want to feed my imagination or my desire for Jamie, but goddamnit, it’d been months since my body had shown any interest in blowing a load.
Maybe that was what I needed. To bust a nut so I could sleep like the dead and get the real rest I was desperate for.
I might have driven a little faster than Chief Sutton Forester and his officers would have appreciated, but I was suddenly out of control, burdened by need that had to be met.
At least I managed to strip and crawl into bed, lube in hand and tissues beside me before grabbing hold of my throbbing length.
“Ah, fuck!” I jolted at the first stroke, hissing as I dragged my grip back up to tease the swollen head and leaking slit. Breathing heavy, I fucked into my palm and grasping fingers, hips thrusting, dragging my dick up and down through my wet fist.
Jesus, that feels so goddamned good.
I closed my eyes and gave into the fantasy I hated to remember had gotten me off the last couple of times Shelly had said we needed to have sex. It wasn’t her pussy I’d imagined shoving my dick into but a tight hole, furled and pink, with muscular globes bouncing from my thrusts. My fingertips would bruise with how hard I held him, desperate to drill deeper, burrow so far into him I would get lost and never have to leave.
Would he grunt from the force of my snapping hips? Arch his back and beg for more? Grasp at the sheets and whimper because I filled him so goddamned good, thrusting in and out of his hole?
“Fuck!”
Cum shot clear up to my chin, and I gasped, spine curling inward as pulses rocked my taint and spunk rushed up my shaft. Milky white ropes spurted in massive quantities over my stomach and pecs, dripping down my sides and puddling in my navel.
