Page 51 of Fresh Tracks
I’m not sure what she means until I watch helplessly, with what might as well be an ocean between us, when she slides a hand down into her sleep shorts. “Tell me. Do you think you’ll figure out what you want soon?”
“Fuck. Rainbow,” I say, pressing a palm against the window, grinding my pulsing erection against the glass through my joggers, desperately needing any friction. “I’m trying. I told you, it’s not that simple.”
Well, that’s a half-truth. For my painfully throbbing cock, it’s extremely simple right now.
“I wish you could make it simple,” she says between labored breaths.
The sound of her breathing sends chills through me, heightening every little feeling in my body. I run my hand over the front of my pants, grinding my palm against my dick, only making my need for her even worse. Shit, I’d settle for making out and dry humping on the couch right now if she’d let me. I’d probably come just from that judging by the precum I can already feel through my joggers.
“I want you. I mean it. Yes. I fucking want you.” Finally, my brain starts to function and get on the same page as my heart and the rest of my body.
She hums again before I hear her whimper. “Good, that’s what I wanted to hear to help me unwind.”
“Do you want me to come over?” I ask, suddenly regaining enough of my brain power to form a sentence, still pressing myself against the window, reveling in her stunning, unrestrained lust and confidence.
“No, I don’t think you can come fast enough,” she says, herbreaths getting louder and shorter. I strain to get a closer look at her in the window and I see the quickening, movements of her wrist at the waistband of her shorts.
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
“Are you fingering yourself, in my guesthouse, for me to watch?” I ask, but I already know the answer.
Even from here in my studio, from fifty feet away, I can see the wide grin on her face, matching the laugh that comes through the phone. “I already told you. I knew what I wanted and I’m going to give it to myself.”
She has made her point. She’s perfectly fine without me if I can’t make up my own damn mind.
“Now say it again.”
This time, I don’t hesitate.
“I want you. I’m tired of trying to dance around it. We can talk about it, we can figure out what this looks like, but all I know is I need you.” The confession pours out of me and for the first time in weeks, I feel a weight lifted off my shoulders. That doesn’t stop the tension in my body, the need for release growing to an impossibly frustrating, urgent level. I squeeze my thighs together, craving that pressure on my tight balls — I’m going to take care of as soon as I can get to my own shower.
I stop and watch as she drops the phone from her ear and her eyes shut. I can see her body shutter as she finds her release, collapsing against the window and throwing her head back.
“Tommy.”My name is one long, breathy moan.
My cock is so fucking hard it’s painful and I grind myself against the glass, desperately wishing she was breathing my name against me. Her words, that friction, the sight of her making herself come from hearing that I need her, it’s all too much. I need more. I need?—
No. No fucking way.
I feel my body uncoil, coming so hard in my joggers I drop the phone, bracing myself against the window.
“Fuck!” I can’t control myself around her. I can’t think straight. I can’t keep my cock from getting hard. I can’t even keep myself from coming like a horny teenage boy. As much as I want things to be simple with her from now on, I’m back to wondering if that’s possible.
I quickly collect myself and grab my phone, hoping she didn’t hear me or worse, see that I just blew in my damn pants. Hopefully she was too busy coming down from her own release to notice that.
Putting the phone back to my ear, I look across the patio and spot her in the window. She’s sitting on the floor, her back to me. Her long, color streaked hair hangs over her shoulders, blending into the colors of the floral tattoo running down her side and over her shoulder.“Thanks for that. I needed it.” Her voice is content and relaxed. “I think I’m going to go get that shower and clean up now.”
“Have fun,” I say, trying not to sound out of breath, enjoying the view of her with her back to me. “And I meant it, we’ll talk about whatever this is.”
Somehow, admitting that there’s athisbetween us feels like another important weight off my shoulders.
She lets out a cute little giggle and I can see her shoulders rise and fall. I can’t make myself look away from her, admiring every little beautiful detail. “We’ll see. I already had plenty of fun, but talking sounds good.”
This time, I’m the one huffing out a low, gruff laugh. “Night, Rainbow. See you tomorrow.”
“See you later, Boss,” she teases, before standing and walking away from the window. I shamelessly enjoy the view of the curves of her ass hanging out of those skimpy shorts and how her long hair hangs just above the small of her back.
This fucking woman. She owns me.
