“If you’re awake enough, I’m not going to tell you no.”
“I’m sure you can convince me to stay awake for a little while longer.” I smile up at him. Without my heels on still, I have to crane my neck to look up at him with us this close together.
“If I have to convince you, then I’m not doing things correctly. You should know by now that I’ll make it well worth your while.” He winks, and his cocky demeanor slips out.
“That’s more like it,” I tell him. I still have my hand gripped around his cock, stroking it through his slacks. I release it, taking matters into my own hands. I unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. I push the elastic of his briefs out of my way so I can grip his cock. I release it from the confines of his briefs and slacks as I drop to my knees. I take him into my mouth. The contrast between his velvety soft skin and rock-hard dick has my body strumming in anticipation of what's to come later when he’s inside me with that monster cock.
“God damn, sweetheart,” he grits as he slides his hands into my hair. He guides my mouth back and forth as I suck his cock. I reach up, playing with his balls in one hand, using the other to wrap around his base. “Fucking suck that cock,” he says. My center floods with moisture as he dirty talks me through the blowjob. Before I can make him finish, he’s pulling me up and kissing me hard. “I want you naked and in my bed, now,” he commands.
I spin around, exposing my back to him. “I need you to unzip me, please,” I tell him when he gives me a zoned-out stare.
He finds the top of the zipper and pulls it down. I love watching the expression change as more of my skin is exposed to him the lower the zipper goes. Once he’s reached the bottom, I shimmy my shoulders until the top falls down, and I’m able to push it the rest of the way off my body. I step out of the dress and then to his dresser, where I lay it across the top. The last thing I want to do is ruin my brand new expensive dress by flinging it on the floor in a crumpled mess.
I walk back over to him in nothing but my bra and matching thong set--also new for tonight.
“You are a vision,” he says, pulling me back into his arms.
“You’re not so bad yourself,” I tell him.
He backs me up to the edge of his bed, following me down as I fall backward.
He takes advantage of our positioning and starts kissing my exposed skin from my collar bone; he slowly makes his way down over the tops of my breasts until he removes my bra, giving him full access to my hardening nipples.
“You’re so responsive to me tonight,” he says into my skin as it puckers under his lips.
“Because you’re making me that way,” I tell him as he drops lower down my abdomen. When he reaches the edge of the lacy thong, he runs a fingertip over the fabric. My clit throbs at his touch.
“Yes, more,” I whimper.
“You want me here?” he asks, circling the nub again before blowing on it. Even with a scrap of fabric between us still, I can feel the air hit me. My body aches for this man to be inside me. To make me feel like I’m floating on cloud nine.
“Yes.” I finally answered his question, the one that I didn’t even comprehend he was asking.
He lowers his head further, sliding the fabric to the side so he can lick up my slit and around my clit. My back arches off the bed in anticipation and need.
“Easy.” He chuckles and places his arm across my hips to hold me down to the bed before he goes back in, sucking my clit into his mouth as he slides two fingers inside me, pumping with a mission. It doesn’t take long for that mission to turn into my coming on his tongue and calling out his name as I do so.
14
ALLISON
One week later
I pace around my living room as I wait for Lee to arrive. He texted me ten minutes ago, saying that he was up and ready to get together. I’ve been rehearsing what I’m going to tell him all day. I need to lay all my cards on the table, so to speak, and let them fall where they’re going to fall. Our friends with benefits agreement has been going on for months now, but I can’t do this anymore. I need more. I’ve started to fall in love with Lee, and I need him to know.
I know I’m about to blow up what we’ve had going on, but my heart can’t take it anymore. I see how happy my best friend is, and I want that. I want someone to come home to most nights. I want someone I can call when I’ve had a bad shift or someone to celebrate with when things are great.
I suck in a deep breath, holding it for a few seconds before I let it out in a whoosh. I look out the window again and see Lee getting out of his truck. He is that quintessential southern boy. He has all the swagger in his jeans, boots, and a tight T-shirt pulling across his biceps.
I open the front door before he can reach it, leaning against the jamb as I watch him close the distance from my driveway to the porch.
“Hey,” I greet, holding my hand up in an awkward-as-fuck wave. I mentally smack myself in the forehead for being so nervous and stupid.
“Hey, yourself,” he greets, stopping just inches in front of me. All that separates us is the threshold of my front door. “Can I come inside, or are we talking out here?” he asks, motioning to the two chairs on my porch.
“Sorry,” I say, stepping aside and letting him in.
My front door leads right into the living room, so I head for the chair I have, leaving the couch open for Lee to take a seat on.
“Everything okay?” he asks after taking a seat.
I wring my hands, realizing that I probably look like a lunatic right about now.
“I can’t do this,” I spit out, almost tripping over my own words.
I can tell I’ve caught him by complete surprise when his eyebrows just about disappear into his hairline.
“Do this…what?” he asks for clarification.
“This…us,” I try and clarify, pointing between the two of us. “I thought I’d be okay with the casual, friends with benefits thing, but I’ve realized that I’m not. I want more. I want the commitment. I want a real relationship. I want to know you’re not out fucking some random woman you meet at the bar.”
“I can’t offer you more, Allison. That’s just not who I am,” he states matter-of-factly. He’s so strong in his conviction, almost as if he’s had to give this speech a time or two before.
“I disagree. You’re an amazing man, Lee. You don’t give yourself enough credit. Even though we’ve known each other most of our lives, I’d like to think that I’ve gotten to know you even better these last few months, and I think you’re a great guy. You have so much love to give and a hell of a lot to receive; you just have to let it happen.”
“That’s just not me,” he states again as he stands from where he sits across from me. “I’m sorry, Allison. I’m going to go before I say or do something to hurt you more. I’m sorry what I could offer wasn’t enough. I hope you find what you’re looking for,” he says before heading out the door. He pauses long enough to pull the door shut behind him. Our eyes lock for a second as he looks over his shoulder just before it latches closed.