Page 15 of Joint Custody

Silencestretchedbetweenusas I waited for Mario’s response. His bright blue eyes shocked me as they grew dark, and something about the way he looked at me left my breathing ragged. I wondered what he was thinking as his eyes roamed over my body, as the veins in his neck clenched and his jawbone tightened while he said nothing. I thought it was an intense reaction to my question but it warmed my bones and heated my blood.

When his legs began to move toward me, I heard short desperate breaths and realized they were coming from me. And by the time he was standing in front of me, it hit me. Wait, what did he think I meant? Did he think I was asking him to stay because of . . .? Oh my. My forehead grew damp with sweat and my throat went dry.

I wish I was that bold. I wouldn’t even know how to initiate something like that. The hallway became too hot as I put my arm out between us to get his attention. When my palm landed on his chest, I pulled my hand away as if the hardness of his pecs and the pounding of his heart stung me. I’d never felt a man beneath my palm before.

I struggled to find my voice to clarify what I meant. “Um . . .” I started. “I was hoping you’d stay because um, it’s my first night here? And I’ve never lived on my own before. I was hoping to come back here with my friends, but you know how that worked out,” I said with an embarrassing chuckle.

His brows furrowed as he looked down at me in confusion as if it was taking him a few seconds to compute what I was saying, then he blinked and stepped back. “Oh . . . Oh! I’m sorry.” He cleared his throat. “Uh . . . Hm, I don’t know. I should probably get going, I have to be up early for work tomorrow.”

He turned to leave again and a desperate cry left my mouth, causing him to still. Even though I desired him, being scaredwasthe actual reason I wanted him to stay. “I’ll even give you the bed so that you can have undisturbed sleep. Please, I won’t bother you. I have the interview tomorrow, but if I’m here by myself, I won’t get any sleep. Please, stay.”

Maybe he heard the genuine fear in my voice because he looked at me with deep understanding. “Okay. But I’ll take the couch.” He smiled and walked past me into the apartment. “And hey, let me show you something. The couch has a secret.” He grinned as he pulled the cushions off. “When I saw the price of this thing, I thought, well it better do more than just seat people. Turns out it folds out into a bed. Voilà,” he said, pulling a whole bed frame out of the otherwise plush sofa.

It bounced as he fell on top of it, and I tried not to think about the scorching heat of a few minutes ago or how he seemed to have forgotten about it. I was just glad he agreed to stay. I didn’t have enough words to express my gratitude. So as much as him on a bed staring up at me with a smile was causing sensations between my legs, I couldn’t even begin to fathom what to do with a man like him. All I knew was he made me feel insane things, things that made my hands shake just as they were now.

I folded my arms across my chest to hide them. That wasn’t why he was here. His presence here had nothing to do with the way he played my body without touching it, and how just one brush of his hand on my skin made me desperate for him. I was just glad I didn’t have to sleep here alone tonight.

After handing him the pillow and blanket, I headed to my room and closed the door behind me. I rested my back against the door as I processed everything that happened tonight, from having a drink for the first time to watching my friends and a whole bunch of other people fucking. I was experiencing a lot of firsts tonight, like feeling consistently and relentlessly horny for the first time and having one of the hottest men I’ve ever seen laying in my living room with only a door between us. Of course I was too chicken to do anything about it because I didn’t know the first thing about sex, only that Mario made me want it, bad. I wanted to feel whatever Annie was feeling as she gripped the hair of the person between her legs, curling her toes and sobbing in pleasure.

I stripped myself down and took a quick shower in the bathroom attached to my bedroom before lying in bed and pulling out my laptop to search the internet for help.

What does sex feel like?I clicked enter and tapped on the first article which suggested that the best way to know what it felt like was “to touch yourself.” I gasped at the vulgarity of the words. It felt so raunchy to me. So dirty, and it made me aware of my breasts that were begging to be touched, tender nipples pulsing with need, and warmth finding the place between my legs again. The article suggested ethical porn sites and provided links which I clicked on to see women touching themselves as their moans filled my room. I tapped the video in a panic, trying to pause it. Shit! Where were my headphones?! I hoped Mario didn’t hear that. I’d be so embarrassed.

With my headphones on, I breathed a sigh of relief, settling my body into the soft cuddle of my bed as I reached beneath my nightgown to cup my own breasts, following along with the video. My breasts were so desperate to be squeezed that they hurt with yearning. I wet my fingers with spit just as the woman in the video did and started playing with my nipples. This all felt good, but it was doing nothing to fulfill my aching need. I wanted more.

Soon, my fingers were between my legs. She rubbed herself, so I rubbed myself. At first, I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to be rubbing until I felt a sensitive spot—hard, tiny, and throbbing—and each time my finger stroked it, I felt like I could cry tears of joy. I couldn’t get enough, and each stroke brought greater pleasure and a growing intensity in my belly, in my back, my toes, my scalp, my fingertips, and inside me somewhere, something begged me for even more.

It was like a switch had been turned on inside of me that united certified pussy holders who experienced sexual pleasure with it as I found my moans blending with hers like wolves in a pack recognizing each other. My thoughts became filthy along with the words coming out of my mouth. Oh, they revved me up even more. I gripped my bedsheets with one hand and used my foot to push my laptop away since I no longer had a need for it.

As I shut my eyes, the memory of just a few moments ago of my palm against Mario’s chest, shook my body, the brush of his finger against my collarbone, his hand in my hair, his breath on my neck. Oh fuck, I was about to explode. I began to pant, unable to control myself as I cried his name over and over again and felt my vagina contracting and releasing. Uh. Fuck. And it wasn’t enough.

As my body shook, vibrating as if there would be no end, the overwhelming need to know more—like what his lips tasted like and how his mouth would feel on my skin. My palms prickled with desperation to touch him again for longer, I was yearning for more, for something to fill me up. I needed him. And now that I knew what sex could feel like, I was ravenous.

It could have been the lingering effects of the alcohol from earlier, or maybe I’d just discovered the filth of lust, but I found myself at the door. Pausing for a few seconds, afraid he’d reject me if I came on to him because he’d know once we started that I didn’t know what I was doing and I’d just suck at it. But I decided I was too turned on to turn back.

Chapter 9

Mario

Ithoughtafterremovingthe restriction from my clothing and settling in under the blanket, I’d be able to make this paper-thin mattress work. But there was no escaping the fact that this wasnotthe memory foam I’d grown accustomed to, and I was being reminded of that each time I turned. I could feel the hard metal of the bed frame against my muscles and my ass still hurt from when I fell into it earlier. It felt like a sucker punch to my ass bones. One would think with how much the damn sofa cost, the bed part would be as impressive as the couch, and believe me, the couch was impressive.

As I lay there, missing the body-contour mattress of my bed, I thought about how I’d become a sucker for this woman in one night. There was an odd kind of humor in it, and I was sure I’d be able to laugh at it after a good night’s rest. I was going to be grumpy as hell tomorrow at work, there was no doubt about it.

I switched to my other side yet again and nestled into the contour pillow. Well, at least that was nice. Thatwasmemory foam. Oh, that felt nice against my neck. The funny thing was, with how plush the cushions were, I’d have been better off choosing to sleep on the couch instead, but I was far too tired to get up, fold the damn thing up, and put it away. I just needed to focus on how good this pillow felt, how soft the pillowcase felt against my skin, until it put me to sleep.

If these were normal circumstances, I could have managed to get through this metal hell with how tired I was, since these days, I’d pass out as soon as my head touched the pillow after a long day. But it seemed I was a glutton for punishment as my mind was in a constant wrestling match over the woman who could not be had, who slept just a few feet away. Her door called out to me like the fruits and water that taunted Tantalus in his personal hell.

Oh. And just fucking great, I needed to pee. Now it was going to take even more fucking effort to attempt sleeping when I came back. Needing to pee during the night, who came up with that? I pulled my aching body off the pathetic excuse for a bed and swore under my breath as I made my way to the guest bathroom.

As I pulled my cock out and got ready to aim, I heard soft moans flowing through the cracks of her bedroom door. There was no way in hell I was peeing now that my cock became cement in my hand. I tightened my other hand in a fist and leaned into it against the wall behind the toilet. Fuck. I was so tempted to stroke myself, but if I started, I wouldn’t be able to stop, and I didn’t want to make a mess in her bathroom. I groaned in agony as my hips rocked forward out of instinct. I tried to walk over to the sink as my rock-hard balls and dick became painful without the sweet release it begged for. I began to splash my face with cold water, hoping it would help, but it didn’t, not when I heard her cry my name out on repeat. My knees buckled.

That was my breaking point. That was it. I was not a masochist. I could not stand this torture any longer. I returned to the couch and started to grab my clothes and shoes. I had to get out of there because any second longer and I’d no longer be the loyal friend her brother trusted. I needed her wet pussy clenching around my cock. I was drowning in her apartment without it. I was crazy to even be here in the first place. I wasn’t a saint. I’d had excuses all night for choosing to be around her when I could’ve left after I first realized I was doomed, but all those excuses were just cover-ups for what I was hoping would happen, that I knew never would. It had to end now.

As I made my way toward the exit, I heard her bedroom door open. Shit, I was going to try to leave as quietly as possible, hoping she wouldn’t notice.

“I couldn’t sleep,” she started. “Wait, where are you going? Were you leaving?”

I squeezed my eyes shut in discomfort, pausing to turn because I didn’t want to risk her catching a glimpse of my bulging cock. I didn’t want to offend her, even though I was pretty certain that at least one of my body parts had something to do with her inability to sleep. I wanted to tell her that I heard all about her “insomnia,” but I didn’t want her to think I was creeping around like a perv with my ear pressed to the door listening to her. Oh, this was awkward as hell. I needed her to turn around and go back into her room so I could get the hell out of there.

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