She has been trying to get me to do this with her in person. She asked if I wanted to come over to work on the song with her today, and I said I couldn’t.
Because I can’t.
Her house smells like her. And her bed is upstairs. And her couch is pretty comfortable too, and even her damn kitchen counters are enticing. The more time I’m alone with her in secluded places, the more I want to do very dirty things to her. Especially when she sings, or we sing together because something about that gets me hard like nothing else.
Or maybe it’s just her that gets me hard like nothing else.
“I’m not blowing you off, beautiful girl. It’s just…”
I tuck my phone in between my ear and my shoulder and slip my shorts off next, standing naked in the center of my room as I think. I need to man the hell up. It’s my song, my duet, and I brought her into it.
She’s right—everything she just said. I just didn’t expect…
“How about we meet up tomorrow at a coffee shop and work on it there?”
She huffs again, the sound of her heavy breath coming through the phone, and my cock jerks. I glance down. Not helpful, buddy. But when it comes to Naomi, my dick has a serious mind of his own. He is undeterred. Angry at me for trying to rein him in.
And absolutely hates it when I tell him he can’t have her.
I’ve been trying to be good. I’ve been working on not fantasizing about Naomi Kent in all the ways my mind is desperate to go. It feels like a slippery slope. Like once I truly allow myself to go there, I’ll never be able to stop.
“What’s up, beautiful. You sound unhappy.”
I smile as she makes that sound again. Only this time, she tacks on a groan at the end of it and my smile slips. My cock hits me in the stomach as if to say, see, I told you’re as screwed as I am.
“A coffee shop? This is not a novel or a college essay, Gus. This is a song. It needs to be done in a space where we can record it. Where we can play around with instruments. Where we can sing and not draw attention to ourselves doing it.”
She’s right again. I know she’s is, but I can’t exactly come out and tell her the reason I can’t work at her house and mine isn’t any better. I’d say Jasper’s, but Jasper already made it clear this is my song and not his.
“There’s this place over in Santa Monica. It’s cool. You’ll like the vibe. We’ll focus on writing and can always play it out later.” She mutters something under her breath that I can’t hear. “What was that?”
“I said men are so stupid and stubborn.”
“Can’t argue that one.”
“Fine. I’ll meet you at this coffee shop tomorrow. Text me the address.”
“What are you doing now?”
She laughs, and the sound of her laugh never fails to draw a smile to my lips. “Gus, it’s like almost nine at night.”
“What are you, eighty? You don’t go out at night?”
“Eighty-three and don’t be a dick. I was about to go up and take a bath. My back hurts from surfing this morning.”
“A bath, huh?” I say before I can stop it, thinking about her naked, wet, and soapy in the tub. “I just came back from a workout and was going to shower. We could do that together, you know.”
“Gus,” she says on a warning, but there is something else there. Something in her voice or the way she inhales a breath that has my mind swirling.
“Or I could try a bath,” I continue, knowing I need to shut the hell up but unable to stop the runaway train that is my mouth. “Though I haven’t taken one since I was a kid.”
“You took a bath with me.”
And that’s it. That right there.
I tried. I really freaking did.
But it’s too late now.
She might have said that in jest, but I think I’m already past the point of no return with her. I want this woman. Bad.
My hand drifts down my abdomen, lingering just above where I’m desperate to go. I stifle my moan and close my eyes, holding in a breath before I whisper, “Not the kind of bath I wanted to.” She’s silent and I sink my teeth into my bottom lip. “What do you do in the bath? Give me a visual. Are you a bubbles, wine, and a book girl?” Or do you get yourself off with battery operated, waterproof toys?
“Bubbles are a must and the glass of wine sounds nice. I don’t usually read in the bath. I like to just sit and relax.”
“Wanna Facetime while you do?”
“Gus,” she laughs my name, her voice slightly tremulous and husky, and I shake my head at myself. I’m supposed to be her friend. That’s what I promised her.
“I should let you go and enjoy your bath. Relax, Naomi. You deserve it, and I’ll text you the address of the coffee shop for tomorrow.”
She says my name again, but I disconnect the call because I’m seriously two seconds from either driving over to her house, or begging for that Facetime, or hell, even trying to have phone sex with her. I glance down at myself and know there is only one way this is going away.
I’m hard as steel.
For her.
And clearly, ignoring my desire for her isn’t getting me anywhere. So maybe if I give in, it’ll help take the edge off and I can focus on the duet and not all the ways I want her? Right. That makes total sense. And even if it doesn’t, it’s too late now.
Walking into my shower, I turn it on to hot, letting the large room fill with steam before I step in. I groan as the hot water hits my muscles, trailing down my body and over my aching cock. I grab myself, running my thumb over the head in slow, deliberate circles. Throwing my forearm on the cool tile wall, I plaster my forehead into it as I stare down, my mind already filled up with her.
At first, I imagine her in the bath, standing naked in the warm, steamy water as she slowly dips down into it, her eyes on me right before they close and she tips her head back, moaning. But I don’t want her in the bath. I can’t see her tits or pussy that way.
Instead, she’s on her knees here, with me, in the shower. Those pretty blue eyes staring up at me with a coy smile on her full, red lips, licking them before she opens, taking my thick, heavy cock in her mouth and sucking me in.
A growl rips from my lungs as I start to pump myself, her greedy mouth slurping at me, licking the underside of my cock with her tongue, up along my vein before she dives back down on me as deep as she can go. Her head starts to bob up and down eagerly, my hands in her hair, helping to guide her along.
She gags a little, her eyes watering, and fuck, she’s so beautiful. My beautiful girl. And as amazing as she is with her mouth, as fucking hot as having her on her knees for me is, I need to see her. I need to touch her.
“Fuck my tits, Gus.”
I swallow and nod because, shit. I want that. So bad. Her tits drive me wild. So full and perfect. I’m dying to taste them. To lick her pink nipples before sucking them into my mouth and biting down until she moans for me.
Just for me.
Naomi cries out as I lift her up, pressing her into the wall and sliding my hand down her body. She’s panting. Those pretty tits heaving, and as my fingers find her slick clit she starts to whimper. To beg me to make her come. I slide my fingers inside her warm, wet heat, and I pick up my pace, finger fucking her while I stroke my cock into a frenzy.