Page 30 of Cocky Nerd
Suddenly, when I lower myself down to kiss her neck, she manages to flip me over and straddle me. She holds down my wrists, and I get a full view of her breasts through the gaping low neck of her sleep shirt. Her nipples are erect and pinker than I thought they would be, and I hold my breath because I want everything all at once, but I also want to experience each part of her slowly, with the awe and attention that every single part of her deserves. I manage to tear my eyes away from the perfect tits that are hanging in front of me, to meet hers. They are full of want anddare.
She sticks out her tongue and slowly lowers down to lick along my neck, suck on my earlobe, as she squeezes her thighs together around myerection.
I let loose a groan. So many years, I’ve wondered what those thighs are capableof.
She looks like a fairy goddess, but she kisses my mouth like a starving feral woman. I keep my eyes open, trying to watch her. She is hotter and more sensuous than my limited brain could ever allow me to imagine, and I want to remember every second ofthis.
But this isn’t the righttime.
This isn’t supposed to happentonight.
She sucks on my tongue, rocking her hips back and forth, and I know I have to put an end to this now, because I’m waiting for an importantcall.
“Olivia,” I say, as soon as my tongue isfree.
“Fuck, you’re so big,” she whispers, grinding down onme.
“I can’t do this now,” I say, or at least I think I say it out loud, but she doesn’t seem to hearme.
She reaches for my crotch, and that’s when I flip her over again and hold her down by her wrists. She thinks this is still part of the game, but I don’t have time to play itanymore.
My phone vibrates on thedesk.
“I have to take that call,” I say, like I’m talking to a child, although that’s not how I meant for it to comeout.
“You’rejoking.”
I get up off of her, steadying myself at the edge of the bed, before stepping over to pick up my phone, and clearing my throat so that I don’t sound like I have aboner.
“Hello Mr. Chen,” I say into the phone. I pick up my laptop with my free hand and walk out of the room, down the hall to my homeoffice.
She doesn’t follow or yell out after me, and I don’t have time to apologize for leaving her because Theodore Chen is even busier than Iam.
I’m notsure how much time has passed since I’ve been in my office, talking to Mr. Chen while looking at my notes on my laptop. I look up at the window and see the reflection of a woman standing in the doorway behind me. I catch my breath. I had forgotten Olivia washere.
From the look on her face, I can surmise that she assumed I was going to return to my bedroom to continue what we hadstarted.
I mouth to her: “China.” I tap at my watch. “Longcall.”
She scowls at me anddisappears.
I hear the guest room door shut. She doesn’t slam it, but she made sure that I could hear it closing. I won’t be joining her when I’m off the phone, because I’ll have to compose an email afterthis.
I hear her hurling the rubber snakes against thewall.
She’ll feel better in the morning. She alwaysdoes.
