tonight, but now…now I want everything this gorgeous man can give me.
Rob’s mouth moves to my neck, his hot tongue teasing my skin as his soft moans light me on fire.
“Tell me what you want,” he murmurs.
“You know.”
I hear him laugh softly against my throat; then he grabs my hand and puts it between his legs, presses it to where his cock’s grown stiff behind his jeans. “You’ll get my cum , Abby. But what first? I wanna blow your fucking mind.”
“God, I’m not—”
The door buzzer snaps me back to the reality with a start.
Rob laughs. “Ding-dong, pizza boy.”
I glare at him. “Not funny. You have no idea how close to a porno my life’s become this week.” I’d ignore it, but I can already hear feet ascending the steps. Rob lets me up, and I smooth my palms over my skirt and hair and pad across the living room. I open the door halfway, not honestly surprised in the least by the face staring back at me.
“Noah.” He’s so handsome I want to moan with exasperation. I slip out onto the small landing so maybe Rob won’t overhear us.
“Hey,” he says. “Your downstairs door was open.”
“Yeah…I’ve got, um, company tonight. Of the impregnation variety.” I make a face, one I hope conveys apology and tactful embarrassment and goofy well- adjustedness .
He purses his lips, pink blooming in his cheeks. His posture changes noticeably, shoulders rising but not in a self-assured way. “Oh. Sorry. You said this morning you were doing your Christmas cards tonight. I didn’t know it was code speak.”
I shake my head and laugh. “It’s not. I am planning on doing that. You know, when the other stuff is done with.” I toy with adding, he’s not usually as thorough as you , but think better of it.
“Sorry. I was just… Somerville Theatre’s showing Mean Streets at eight. I just thought if you were free… Well anyway. I’m really sorry. This is awkward.” He manages a smile, and I return it tenfold, wanting to alleviate anything bad he’s feeling.
There’s silence for a moment; then I sigh, frazzled. “It’s—”
“Let him in.” Rob’s voice cuts in from behind me.
I look to Noah, our eyes locking for a long, awkward pause. “Do you want to come in?”
He makes a charming, terrified face and shrugs.
Rob pulls the door wide open on us. “Hey.”
“Hey,” Noah says.
“Don’t worry. I got here like five minutes ago. You didn’t interrupt anything scandalous. Come in and have a glass of wine.” There’s something pointed and devious in Rob’s expression, a quality that both excites and scares me—an invitation. I look at Noah, who just purses his lips, looking between us.
“C’mon,” Rob says. He leaves us and crosses to the kitchen. I hear my cupboard doors opening and closing and glassing tinkling.
“I think he’s propositioning you for an impromptu threesome,” I whisper to Noah.
“Yeah, I sort of sensed that.”
We trade more insecure eye contact.
“Do you want that?” he asks.
“Do you want to wake up tomorrow having done that?” I ask.
“I asked you first,” he says.
I think about it and answer honesty. “Yeah, I sort of want that. But it’s not really about what I want.”
“You’re kidding, right?” Noah crosses his arms over his chest. There’s an edge to his discomfort, something tough to pinpoint but unmistakably male and possibly territorial. Like the hard body he hides behind his unassuming clothes, this quality both surprises and excites me. His eyes are bright and intense, that same primal, animal intensity I feel when I imagine conceiving his child. “Both the guys in your apartment right now are here because of what you want,” he says.
“Well, what I want, and what you guys want too. Don’t pretend like there’s not free money and no-strings sex on offer, here.”
Noah opens his mouth, closes it, grinds his jaw.
“What?”
“I don’t know. I don’t want you to
Rob’s mouth moves to my neck, his hot tongue teasing my skin as his soft moans light me on fire.
“Tell me what you want,” he murmurs.
“You know.”
I hear him laugh softly against my throat; then he grabs my hand and puts it between his legs, presses it to where his cock’s grown stiff behind his jeans. “You’ll get my cum , Abby. But what first? I wanna blow your fucking mind.”
“God, I’m not—”
The door buzzer snaps me back to the reality with a start.
Rob laughs. “Ding-dong, pizza boy.”
I glare at him. “Not funny. You have no idea how close to a porno my life’s become this week.” I’d ignore it, but I can already hear feet ascending the steps. Rob lets me up, and I smooth my palms over my skirt and hair and pad across the living room. I open the door halfway, not honestly surprised in the least by the face staring back at me.
“Noah.” He’s so handsome I want to moan with exasperation. I slip out onto the small landing so maybe Rob won’t overhear us.
“Hey,” he says. “Your downstairs door was open.”
“Yeah…I’ve got, um, company tonight. Of the impregnation variety.” I make a face, one I hope conveys apology and tactful embarrassment and goofy well- adjustedness .
He purses his lips, pink blooming in his cheeks. His posture changes noticeably, shoulders rising but not in a self-assured way. “Oh. Sorry. You said this morning you were doing your Christmas cards tonight. I didn’t know it was code speak.”
I shake my head and laugh. “It’s not. I am planning on doing that. You know, when the other stuff is done with.” I toy with adding, he’s not usually as thorough as you , but think better of it.
“Sorry. I was just… Somerville Theatre’s showing Mean Streets at eight. I just thought if you were free… Well anyway. I’m really sorry. This is awkward.” He manages a smile, and I return it tenfold, wanting to alleviate anything bad he’s feeling.
There’s silence for a moment; then I sigh, frazzled. “It’s—”
“Let him in.” Rob’s voice cuts in from behind me.
I look to Noah, our eyes locking for a long, awkward pause. “Do you want to come in?”
He makes a charming, terrified face and shrugs.
Rob pulls the door wide open on us. “Hey.”
“Hey,” Noah says.
“Don’t worry. I got here like five minutes ago. You didn’t interrupt anything scandalous. Come in and have a glass of wine.” There’s something pointed and devious in Rob’s expression, a quality that both excites and scares me—an invitation. I look at Noah, who just purses his lips, looking between us.
“C’mon,” Rob says. He leaves us and crosses to the kitchen. I hear my cupboard doors opening and closing and glassing tinkling.
“I think he’s propositioning you for an impromptu threesome,” I whisper to Noah.
“Yeah, I sort of sensed that.”
We trade more insecure eye contact.
“Do you want that?” he asks.
“Do you want to wake up tomorrow having done that?” I ask.
“I asked you first,” he says.
I think about it and answer honesty. “Yeah, I sort of want that. But it’s not really about what I want.”
“You’re kidding, right?” Noah crosses his arms over his chest. There’s an edge to his discomfort, something tough to pinpoint but unmistakably male and possibly territorial. Like the hard body he hides behind his unassuming clothes, this quality both surprises and excites me. His eyes are bright and intense, that same primal, animal intensity I feel when I imagine conceiving his child. “Both the guys in your apartment right now are here because of what you want,” he says.
“Well, what I want, and what you guys want too. Don’t pretend like there’s not free money and no-strings sex on offer, here.”
Noah opens his mouth, closes it, grinds his jaw.
“What?”
“I don’t know. I don’t want you to
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