fifteen hours ago, but I wasn’t panicking. It wasn’t me that called Jackson eight times worried that she needed to go to the doctors or hospital. That’s not me. I don’t stress over people I don’t know or care about. It most certainly wasn’t me that barely slept in the chair that sat in her doorway just to be sure she was okay.
“You need to get ready for the charity function that I have today.”
She bolts upright in the bed only inches from my face. The confusion was plain on her face as she looked around the room before her eyes fell to me.
“I stayed the night?” She gasped, looking down at her clothed body and I heard a sigh of relief.
It stung that she’s relieved that she didn’t have sex with me. Normally, I’m fighting women off, unless I’m in a randy mood and want more than one at a time, not having them being relieved that they still had their clothes on. Part of me wanted to make some wise crack about having to get dressed instead of just cuddling with me naked, but instead I found myself saying.
“Yeah, you kind of passed out on me,” wanting badly to get answers to what happened, but I said nothing.
“Where, uh, where did you sleep?”
She looked so adorable.
“In bed,” I lied just to rile her up. “Man, do you snore and hog the damn bed,” I faked irritation.
Truth be told, I would have loved to have shared the bed with her. To hold her in my arms and keep her safe from whatever haunted her, but I couldn’t bring myself to take advantage of her like that. I had been tempted to use my secret stash just to calm myself, but I couldn’t stand the thought of having to lie to her when she asked about it. I knew she would too. She was good at her job. Whether she believed it or not, but I’ve seen it in her in the time we’ve been together.
“What?” She breathed.
“I’m kidding. I slept on the couch,” I still lied, but only because I didn’t want to have to explain what happened. Now once we get to know each other better, yeah I’ll tell her the truth, but just not yet.
She breathes out a heavy breath and my cock jumps in my shorts. What was it about her that constantly had me hard? Every little thing she did made me hard.
“Jacob,” she whispered.
But I couldn’t stop myself, I needed to kiss her. That’s what it was becoming too, a need. She may be helping me with my drug addiction, but she’s created a new addiction. My addiction to her.
“I need to kiss you. I need to taste your sweet, irresistible lips.” I repeated my words from yesterday.
“Oh,” she breathed.
First , I brushed my lips against hers, then reached up and cupped her face in my hands completely sealing my lips over hers. She moaned when I pushed my tongue against hers. The overly erotic sound had me leaning her backward and crawling between her legs. The kissing intensified and I began to thrust against her. Vicky’s hands roamed my back and down to my ass. A hungry growl traveled through my chest. I continued to thrust against her, wishing that there weren’t clothes or a blanket between us.
She broke the kiss. “Jacob,” she gasped. “Fuck! We can’t do this. We- Oh shit!”
Running my mouth down her neck until I reached her breasts, I bit the hardened tip through her clothes. She arched against me. My hand tweaked the other nipple.
“Please let this happen. Please. Just this. No actual contact, please,” I begged.
She laugh/moaned. “This is so high school,” she breathed as she clutched me tighter.
“Yeah well, I’m taking what I can get. I need you so damn bad.” I breathed before sealing my lips back over hers.
Moving my hand to yank the blanket from between us, it was bad enough that clothes were going to stay on, but I’ll be damned if I was going to fight a blanket too. Her legs immediately wrapped around my waist and I pushed against her hard.
“Fuck, Jacob! This shouldn’t be happening,” she protested weaker this time.
“Yes it should. This and so
“You need to get ready for the charity function that I have today.”
She bolts upright in the bed only inches from my face. The confusion was plain on her face as she looked around the room before her eyes fell to me.
“I stayed the night?” She gasped, looking down at her clothed body and I heard a sigh of relief.
It stung that she’s relieved that she didn’t have sex with me. Normally, I’m fighting women off, unless I’m in a randy mood and want more than one at a time, not having them being relieved that they still had their clothes on. Part of me wanted to make some wise crack about having to get dressed instead of just cuddling with me naked, but instead I found myself saying.
“Yeah, you kind of passed out on me,” wanting badly to get answers to what happened, but I said nothing.
“Where, uh, where did you sleep?”
She looked so adorable.
“In bed,” I lied just to rile her up. “Man, do you snore and hog the damn bed,” I faked irritation.
Truth be told, I would have loved to have shared the bed with her. To hold her in my arms and keep her safe from whatever haunted her, but I couldn’t bring myself to take advantage of her like that. I had been tempted to use my secret stash just to calm myself, but I couldn’t stand the thought of having to lie to her when she asked about it. I knew she would too. She was good at her job. Whether she believed it or not, but I’ve seen it in her in the time we’ve been together.
“What?” She breathed.
“I’m kidding. I slept on the couch,” I still lied, but only because I didn’t want to have to explain what happened. Now once we get to know each other better, yeah I’ll tell her the truth, but just not yet.
She breathes out a heavy breath and my cock jumps in my shorts. What was it about her that constantly had me hard? Every little thing she did made me hard.
“Jacob,” she whispered.
But I couldn’t stop myself, I needed to kiss her. That’s what it was becoming too, a need. She may be helping me with my drug addiction, but she’s created a new addiction. My addiction to her.
“I need to kiss you. I need to taste your sweet, irresistible lips.” I repeated my words from yesterday.
“Oh,” she breathed.
First , I brushed my lips against hers, then reached up and cupped her face in my hands completely sealing my lips over hers. She moaned when I pushed my tongue against hers. The overly erotic sound had me leaning her backward and crawling between her legs. The kissing intensified and I began to thrust against her. Vicky’s hands roamed my back and down to my ass. A hungry growl traveled through my chest. I continued to thrust against her, wishing that there weren’t clothes or a blanket between us.
She broke the kiss. “Jacob,” she gasped. “Fuck! We can’t do this. We- Oh shit!”
Running my mouth down her neck until I reached her breasts, I bit the hardened tip through her clothes. She arched against me. My hand tweaked the other nipple.
“Please let this happen. Please. Just this. No actual contact, please,” I begged.
She laugh/moaned. “This is so high school,” she breathed as she clutched me tighter.
“Yeah well, I’m taking what I can get. I need you so damn bad.” I breathed before sealing my lips back over hers.
Moving my hand to yank the blanket from between us, it was bad enough that clothes were going to stay on, but I’ll be damned if I was going to fight a blanket too. Her legs immediately wrapped around my waist and I pushed against her hard.
“Fuck, Jacob! This shouldn’t be happening,” she protested weaker this time.
“Yes it should. This and so
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