Page 84 of Witch You Would
I pushed the elevator button. It didn’t open right away, so I wandered over to the vending machines to wait. Why even havea drink machine if there were minibars? Variety, I guess. The snack machine had so much weird stuff, too: fancy protein barsand artisanal chips, but also toothbrush kits and earbuds and quick-cast facial illusions and... condoms?
The elevator dinged and the doors opened. I walked over and put one foot inside, then stopped.
What did I want?
Gil had lied to me, if only by not telling me the whole truth. He had his reasons, though. Was that enough to justify it?Could I trust him not to lie to me again?
Did I want him, all of him, enough to take the chance either way?
The elevator chimed at me for standing there too long. I took a step, then another. The doors closed. I stared at my reflectionin the metal for several breaths.
Then I threw my soda away and went back to the vending machine.
Gil opened his door on the third knock and stared at me with his mouth half-open, like he thought I was a hallucination.
“So I thought about it,” I said.
“Oh,” he said. “Okay.”
“I like you, too. A lot.”
Gil smiled. The butterflies in my stomach took off.
“We could talk more, or we could, um . . .”
“Um?”
“I bought this vending machine condom for you.”
“Oh,” he said, then, “Ohh,” his voice suddenly twice as deep.
I threw myself at him and he caught me with both hands, stumbling backward.
We went totally feral.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, standing on my tiptoes to kiss his cheeks, his chin, his mouth. No stubble, no fake mustache, only smooth skin and beer-tinged lips. Our tongues tangoed as he gripped my ass, pulling me up against him until there was no space between us. It wasn’t enough. I climbed him, trying not to think about bananas as I ground myself against the growing bulge in hisjeans. It wasn’t great, honestly; the fabric was too thick and the zipper was uncomfortable. Not a fun pants party.
A giggle fell out of me, and Gil stopped to look at my face.
“What?” he asked.
“We’re having a pants party,” I said.
His grin turned wicked. “I’ll give you a pants party.”
I squealed as he spun me around, tossing me onto the bed. He pulled his T-shirt off and threw it on top of the dresser, givingme my first look at the greatest chest I’d ever seen in person. He definitely worked out, though he was more toned than bulky,and he either shaved or was naturally hair-free in most places. I scrambled to get my shirt off, too, but he beat me to it,peeling it over my head and tossing it in the same direction as his. My bra followed a few fumbling seconds later, leavingme bare from the waist up.
He stared at my chest like he’d never seen boobs before. It was kind of sweet, until he licked in between them all the wayup to my neck. My eyes closed as one of my hands gripped the back of his head, fingers twining in his dark curls. The otherstroked up and down his back, tracing the valley of his spine. He laid a kiss on a spot behind my ear and I shivered. Hisapple-and-lavender smell was so strong, I wondered if I was hallucinating it.
Settling between my thighs, he cupped my breast, thumb rubbing a slow circle around and across my nipple that sent sparksof pleasure down to my happy place. I tried to wrap my legs around his hips, but my jeans were annoyingly tight. Letting goof him, I unzipped and wiggled, finally getting the damn things low enough to push them off the rest of the way. They almosttook my underwear with them, but instead the deeply unsexy beige cotton rolled down awkwardly and stayed halfway down my butt.
Gil apparently didn’t notice. He definitely noticed my pants were gone, though, because he followed the leader and lost his,too. The outline of his cock pushing against the fabric of his boxer briefs was... wow. I gave it a friendly stroke, whichmade him groan and start kissing me again.
I lay down on the bed and he climbed on top of me. He alternated teasing one nipple, then the other, with his lips and tongue,while I rubbed my clit as best I could against his shaft. He took over the rubbing with his hand, my body tightening and tinglingand rushing toward the orgasm tide that was about to come in. One finger slipped inside me, then another. I rode his palmas he fingered me, until he moved so his thumb was circling my clit and pressing just right and... that did it.
I moaned and came hard and fast, shuddering as I dug my nails into his back. Gil kept going through the aftershocks, thenkissed me and stood up. I must have made some kind of puppy whine, because he grinned at me.
“Don’t worry, we’re not done,” he said. “Pants party, phase two.”
