Page 67 of The Plus Ones
Tamara.
I wish I hadn’t thought of her. Now all of a sudden, this bed feels bigger and emptier and the distance between me and all of the women of the world feels greater. I’ve managed to stay so focused on the potential start of a relationship with Roxy all day, and now the prospect of going through another ending with someone—someone as significant as Roxy—almost paralyzes me.
Maybe I should just go outside and sleep in the fucking bathtub. Offer myself up to the mosquitos and the cruel gods of heartache and blue balls. I barely even feel the mattress move when she finally gets under the covers. I’m either numb, or I’m feeling so much that I can’t feel any more.
She doesn’t turn on the bedside lamp. She barely moves. “Good night,” she says. A statement.
“Good night,” I say. A resolution.
And that’s it. We’re down for the count. That’s the end of our third night in bed together. We scored ten points in two rounds of Celebrity, and that’s all the scoring I’ll be doing tonight.
I’m in that hazy and bewildering world between being asleep and awake when I feel something on the back of my shoulders and realize—or hope—that they are lips and that Roxy is kissing me. If I’m dreaming, I don’t want to wake up, and if I’m awake, I don’t want to move because maybe she’s asleep. She presses up against my back, and Sweet Jesus, she is naked. Her nipples brush against my bare skin as she strokes down my arm, reaches around and slides her hand down past the elastic waistband of my boxers, and caresses and tickles my balls. She pushes my boxers down, takes my cock in that hand, andfucking hellshe knows how to handle me just right, but I am going to resist every urge to ramp things up, because I want to stay in this hazy and bewildering world for as long as possible.
Last night she ended up being so receptive, but tonight she’s curious and exploring my body—either that or she’s planning to take her time and drive me crazy—whatever her intentions, every part of me is along for the ride. She circles her index finger and thumb around me and takes her time stroking up and down my shaft and then uses her whole hand to do the same, coming up and palming the head and gently twisting and carefully rubbing and somehow knowing exactly when to drag her fingertips down to my balls again when the head gets too sensitive to take any more.
She nudges my arm to get me to shift onto my back so she can kneel between my legs. She’s still under the covers, and all I hear is barely controlled heavy breathing and my own heartbeat and the movement of skin against bed sheets. I can’t see much of anything, but I can feel everything. I reach out to pull her down for a kiss. She leans forward to sweep her nipples across my chest and then pulls away before my mouth can make contact with hers. She takes hold of my cock at the base with one hand, pressing her palm along the shaft and slowly pulling it toward her. When she reaches the tip, she does the same with her other hand, over and over, slowly and gently, and then she grips me harder, tugs up and down and goes back to gentle caresses.
Yeah. She’s trying to drive me crazy, and I’m fine with it. I grab on to the sides of the pillow. My eyes are squeezed shut, my teeth clenched tight, and the veins in my neck might burst, but I am just fine with this.
When I feel her fingers at that spot behind my balls and her tongue licking up my rock-hard shaft, I finally break the silence with a groan and “Fucking hell, Roxy,” and that’s when I feel her climbing on top of me. Her bent knees are on either side of my hips, and she’s lining up the crown of my throbbing cock with her hot, wet pussy. Torturing me. I take the deepest breath I’m capable of and wait for her to steadily lower herself down and put me out of my sweet misery. The meaning of life can now be measured in millimeters and warm, slippery inches, and I have never wanted so badly to feel connected to a woman.
I hold on to her hips, and when she finally sinks all the way down and she is filled up with me, her breath catches and she lets out a loud, sexy gasp, and I’m on fire. I squeeze her fleshy ass and wait for her to start rocking her hips, and when she does, it’s a jolt to my system, and I can’t hold back much longer.
Fuck it.
I sit up, and she arches her back, and my mouth is finally on those beautiful tits and my hands are everywhere, and I am starving and feasting and delirious for this woman’s body. I almost make her come from all the licking and sucking. Her legs are wrapped around my waist and my legs are crossed under her and we are rocking back and forth together, and I am so glad I stretched after running today. I had no idea my body could do this, but right now I think I would do anything for her.
She finally kisses me, and it’s so deep and intense and passionate, it feels like she’s trying to tell me all the things she’d never say with words. The shocking intimacy of it is stunning, but it turns me on even more because I want it. I want her, and I want this, and I never want her to stop sucking on my tongue and nibbling on my lower lip and dragging her fingernails across my back and grinding down on me, and I never ever want to stop feeling her tits pressed against my chest, becauseGod,this is heaven to me.
But this woman, she will never stop tantalizing me. She leans all the way back down to the mattress, letting her arms fall over her head and lifting her legs up to rest her ankles on my shoulders. I have no moral issues with this shift in positions, and I am plenty happy with the view, so I get on my knees, grab on to her thighs, and thrust harder and harder and deeper and deeper until she is crying out “Oh God, yes, Keaton, oh my God.” This feels better than all the good things I’ve ever felt combined. Fucking hell, she’s hot. I’ve never been so turned-on by a woman, and making her come for me is the only thing that matters now.
She’s writhing and jerking around and gripping the sheets, and I keep going and going until I just can’t anymore.
“Come inside me,” she whispers. “It’s okay.”
Five words I did not expect to hear from her tonight, and five seconds later, I do. I say her name just once and explode inside her, and the release is incredible.
Roxy fucking Carter.
I disappear into her and into myself and into the universe of me and her that I knew was out there, and if this is the only way in, well I can live with that.
I only get a glimpse of it, but it is glorious.
Before I fall asleep, I know without a doubt that I will do whatever it takes to get us back there, over and over.
16
Roxy
“You look different. You look relaxed.” My mother squints her eyes at her phone’s camera.
“What? No. I just got some sun. Look at this view!” I turn my phone away from myself toward the view from the veranda. Keaton is inside, rolling calls with his assistant. It’s early Monday morning, and I’m about to start dealing with some work stuff, but my parents just Skyped to check in with me.
“Why aren’t you letting us see your face?” my mom asks. “What’s going on? Is it the boy?”
“Shh!” I turn down the volume on my phone. “There’s no ‘the boy.’”
“Where is this boy?” My dad takes the phone from my mom. “What are we talking about?”
