Page 28 of Love's a Glitch
“Don’t worry, baby,” another version of me said, one who was most definitelynota gentleman. I lowered my lips to her neck, sucking at the supple skin there and basking in her gasp. “I’ve got you, and you don’t ever have to let go.”
Pushing my erection against her lower abdomen, I kissed my way down the column of her neck, slipped off the strap of her tank top and lowered my mouth to her shoulder. I licked across her collarbone, savoring her shallow breaths. Goosebumps broke out across her skin and I chased them with my tongue until her breasts heaved with her heavy panting.
Then I yanked her shorts down her thighs.
Even imagining being up in the air, my brain couldn’t quite release the idea of keeping us from falling, so I wrapped my arms around her and tumbled on over the bridge, into the bouncy comfort of the safety net.
From there, the rest of our clothes were stripped off, until she was left with nothing but a scrap of lace between her thighs. I slipped my fingers inside the tiny panties, growling at finding her wet for me. I stroked her until I found the spot that caused her to squirm and arch beneath me.
Then I removed her thong, inhaled her scent, and sucked her clit into my mouth.
Her whimper spurred me on. I couldn’t see her face, though, so I switched to fingering her, pumping and stroking until she sat up, bit my shoulder, and cried out my name.
Impatient and too turned on to wait a second longer, I gripped the base of my hard length and guided it into her slick heat.
A grunt slipped out, my eyes opening to the stark shower wall, and I quickly shut them again, recentering myself in the fantasy of having Ellie naked and underneath me. I tugged at the netting, twisting so I could see her ass cheeks between the rough squares and taking pride in the rope burn that’d mark her as mine.
She writhed beneath me, whispering my name, telling me to go faster and harder, and I was happy to comply. As I pounded deeper into her, I captured her lips in mine, and thanks to the shower spurring on my imagination, her body was wet and slippery. My balls tightened, and I let go of everything else to plunge deeper into the euphoric descent.
“God, yes,” I muttered, stroking and surrendering to the pleasure, going all in the way I’d never allow myself to in real life. Those thoughts were contrary to my goal, so I shoved them away and let the leash off my primal urges.
My orgasm rocketed through me, and I moaned as ropy strands of cum shot over my clenched fist and dripped down my thighs.
Fuck me, that’s the best one I’ve had in a long time.Black dots crept into my vision as sparks danced behind my eyelids, and I leaned a fist against the wall and worked to regain my breath and my balance. The haziness I’d been chasing after set in, and I quickly toweled off, stepped into pair of fresh boxers, and climbed into bed.
As I drifted off, an unbidden thought arose about how much I’d like to do that again, but with Ellie in the shower with me, no imagination required.
Then I was tossing and turning, struggling to restrain myself from reaching for my phone, dialing her up, and telling her that she should forget about her date with the poet so that I could take her out instead.
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Ellie
It’s just a fantasy. They’re called that because they’re not real, and no one needs to know what I conjure in my mind when I get off.
Stupid guilt, trying to take away my fun.
I’d sent off that text, crawled into bed, and thought about—what else? Luke.
His laugh, his voice, his arms, his sexy face. All the laughing and talking and how much fun we’d had.
Then there was dinner and all the sweet things he’d said, along with the not-so sweet.
Of course not. I do the gentlemanly thing and wait till I’m alone in my shower.
My hand drifted lower on my abdomen, inching toward the spot that’d pulsed to life when he’d replied that so unabashedly.
I’d fully planned to keep myself plastered against him during those last few steps of the rope bridge, and not only because his embrace was so secure and warm that I’d never wanted to leave it. But he’d pushed me to be brave, and while my stomach had tightened with irritation at first, he’d been right. A residual sense of accomplishment coursed through me.
Then I was right back where I’d started off, longing to feel the rasp of his scruff against my chin as he kissed me, brushing the sensitive skin of my neck, my stomach, my…everywhere.
Finally, my hand breached the waistband of my underwear. Lower and lower it went as I pictured him in the shower, the corded muscles in his forearm flexing as he stroked himself.
I imagined flinging open the shower curtain and surprising him by stepping under the spray of water with him. I licked droplets of water off his chiseled pecs, and with the taste of his skin overwhelming my senses, his hard length bobbing as he took me in, the tip of my finger hit the spot begging for Luke’s touch—unfortunately, it’d have to settle tonight.
More accurately, it’d have to settle forever on that front, as even if he were interested—which he hadn’t given any indication of—he and I weren’t looking for the same things.
With any luck, this will keep me satisfied until I find a guy I’m ready to go there with.
