Page 4 of With You

“I did it,” she said teasingly, showing me a side of her I’d never seen before. The thought that I was the only one she’d shared it with had me puffing up with pride.

“Yeah, you did, baby,” I ran my hands up her sides and over her breasts to distract her from my words. When I pinched her nipples between my fingers, her hips bucked forward and I moaned as she lifted up on my slick shaft.

Jackknifing upward, I curled one arm around her lower back and braced my other behind me, “Ready to move?”

It was her turn to nod quietly and I flexed my arm as I began to lift her off my cock steadily, moving faster when her eyes began to glaze.

I was cursing myself for not making her come before she sat on my dick, now I was racing toward my own orgasm without any idea if she’d let me touch her again when we were done.

My hand lifted from the mattress and I brought my thumb to her clit. When I found a motion that made her cry out, her hips stuttered and moved faster as I applied more pressure.

“Roe, yes, oh fuck, just like that, don’t stop.” Never. My thumb would have to fall off my damn hand before I’d stop touching her. Sam’s nails bit into my shoulders and her eyes screwed shut as she chased her pleasure.

“Look at me, baby, I want you looking at me when you come on my cock.” Her eyes flew open a second before she fell apart in my arms. Her moan was low and I leaned forward, wanting to taste it on my tongue. I kept our mouths fused as I fell over the edge with her and filled the condom, wishing the barrier hadn’t kept me from feeling her rippling around me.

Breathing hard, I tucked my face into her neck. If she saw me now, she’d know how I felt about her. Even though what we’d just done had been amazing, there was no way she was ready for that. I ran my hands over her, scratching her skin softly and she bowed her back, practically purring.

Laughing into her skin, I pulled back and smirked at her contented look. “You’re like a little kitten, all curled up in my arms while I pet you.”

She smiled back at me and lazily rubbed her hands over my cropped hair. “How many more times can we do that?”

My dick that hadn’t yet fully softened came back to life at her words. “How many more condoms you got?”

Then I threw her back on the bed and swallowed her laughter, taking everything she’d give me.

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SAM

Light streamed through the thin curtains and blinded me. I tried to turn away from it but a strong arm lay heavy on my waist, preventing me from rolling over.

The events of last night played out in my mind, flashes of skin and lips and Roe’s face twisted in pleasure. We’d made use of every condom I’d brought before collapsing to the bed and passing out.

My body felt sore but nothing hurt, which was a nice surprise. Asking Roe to sleep with me had been embarrassing but I had no regrets. He’d been phenomenal in bed, and on the dresser, and the chair in the corner and that final time in the shower. Not that I had anything else to compare it to, but I had a feeling it was pretty damn good for a first time.

“Good morning,” he mumbled behind me, kissing my shoulder and running his palm over the flat of my stomach, causing me to feel that tug of arousal below my belly button.

I rolled onto my back and he propped himself up with one elbow on the mattress, his other hand still idly stroking me. He looked really good, with that lazy smile and his eyes still dazed from sleep. Had Roe always been this attractive?

“Last night was amazing, baby.”

I tensed. There was that word again. He’d used it a handful of times with me last night and it didn’t affect me in the way I’d thought it would. Countless men had called me baby in the past, nothing more than a throwaway term.

Lookin’ good, baby.

Why don’t you come over here and have a drink with me, baby.

Sit that tight ass on my lap, baby.

I’d hated it when they’d done it. But when Roe called me baby, it felt like the endearment it was. Something deep in my belly pulled tight, wanting him to say it again.

Which was bad. Because this was supposed to be an agreement between friends. One night of fucking so that I could say I’d done it and move on. Refocus on my goals. Now my only friend in the world was looking at me like I was something more. I liked that, too. Bad, bad, bad.

“Yeah, it was good.” I winced even as the words left my mouth and the indifference in my voice when I said them. Roe noticed it, too, his hand slipped from my body and he leaned away from me, cold air rushing in and making me shiver.

“I mean, you were great. I really appreciate you helping me out.” What the fuck was I saying?

“Right, well I’m glad it was my cock that could fix your problem.” His icy tone shocked me. I could be a bitch when I wanted to be, trade insults with men twice my size and not bat an eye. But no matter what I said to Roe, he’d never spoken to me that way. It hurt and when I hurt, I tended to lash out. To want to hurt the other person just as badly.

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