Page 72 of Good Vibes Only
“I don’t want you to think I’m only using you for sex,” I said.
“Yeah … but …” she trailed off. “I know you aren’t?”
Yet it was the slight waver in her voice when she said that, like the presence of a question mark, that told me I was right.
I shook my head. “No. Youdon’tknow that. And that’s okay. I don’t blame you. And that’s why I wanna respect your rule.”
“Ugh.” She was disappointed, and she didn’t try to hide it. Her fists hit the bed with athump.“You’re serious, aren’t you?”
“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but yeah.” I grumbled. “I am serious.”
“Bre~tt,” she whined.
“I know. Iknow,” I said. “But I like you, Mac. And I wanna prove it to you.”
“You want to prove you like me bynotfucking me?” She giggled. “I have to say … this is a first.”
“God …” I murmured, absolutely loathing myself at this very moment.
“So how long are you going to make me wait?” she asked in a playful voice. “A month? Ayear?”
I gulped. I didn’t know what to say. “Not a year. No way.”
I didn’t even think I could do a month.
“Then how long?” she asked.
“I dunno,” I mumbled. “I guess I haven’t thought that far ahead yet.”
“Clearly,” she said with a snicker. She began sensuously tugging my cock. “Will you fuck me when you get back from your road trip?”
God, it felt so good … the faster and deeper she jerked me, the more I wanted her, the quicker my resolve to wait began to dissolve.
“You know there’s a reason I own an adult boutique, right? I’m a sexual girl, Brett. I’ve got needs.”
She pumped her hand up and down on my cock. Her tight little fist felt so good, but it only made me want therealthing.
“Fuck it. You’re right. I dunno what I was thinking,” I said, unable to fight my urges off anymore. What the hell was I thinking?! “I want you so bad, Mac.”
But when I tried to mount her, she tutted and shook her head.
“No! No, no, no. Bad.”
“No?!” I whimpered, confused.
“Nope. And I’ll tell you why. At first, yeah, I was kinda shocked when you said that. Because basically every guy I’veeverdated was always in a rush to fuck me, you know? But now … I kinda like that you suggested it.”
“Nah,” I said, “you shouldn’t listen to me.”
She laughed. “Oh, Brett. You can’t turn back now! You’ve convinced me.”
“Fuck,” I hissed.
“Ironically, I wanna fuck younowmore than ever,” she said.
“God, me too,” I grumbled.
She put out her palm. “Can I see your hand?”
