Page 24 of Just The Sex

Scene 21

Why did you leave like that?

Ever & King

King takes my face in the palms of his hands. “Thank you for a perfect evening.” Very tenderly he kisses me, awakening my body. I let him take as much time as he needs, caressing his tongue over mine. My nipples harden from the simple touch of his forearms, but it’s not long until he pulls away and heads for my front door.

I stand frozen in the middle of my living room, so confused and utterly pissed off that he’s going to kiss me like that and then walk away. He doesn’t look back as he leaves and I could scream.

Lowering myself onto the couch, I blink a few times. What in the world just happened? Does my breath stink? Getting up, I open my front door, surely he’s messing with me…and then run outside, but he’s gone. Going back in, I search for my phone, knowing I need him back here, now. Stripping down to my bra and panties, I snap a pic and send it to him. Why did you leave like that?

He calls me right away, and I stare at the screen for a moment before answering. “Hey.”

“Goddammit, Ever, are you trying to kill me?” he scolds me and I can’t help but giggle.

“No. Why would you think that?”

“I’m fuckin’ driving and…and…and…you’re texting me a picture like that?”

“Why did you leave?”

“Because I’m trying to not control you, to respect you and your wishes. You asked me for dinner and that was it.”

“Dammit, King, I said let’s start with dinner.”

“Well, how am I supposed to know when the night’s over with?”

“When I ask you to leave, how’s that?”

“My cock can’t take this, Ever. I need to get home and…jerk off.”

I chuckle, imagining how sexually frustrated he is. “So do I.”

He breathes into the phone loudly and asks me, “What?” like he doesn’t understand me.

“I need to come, King. Can you help me?”

I lie back on my bed and slide my hand into my panties, releasing a breathy groan.

“What are you doing?”

“Touching my pussy, like you were about to earlier.”

“Motherfucker,” he grumbles and then says, “I’m still driving; do you want me to die?”

“Ohhhhh fuck,” I moan, massaging my clit. The friction feels so good.

“Ever?” he yells.

“Uh huh?”

“I need you to specifically tell me what to do right now.”

“Oh fuck, King. Yes…right there.”

“Christ,” he growls and I ask him, “Are you touching yourself?”

“No.”

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