Page 10 of The Renter
Walking back down the hill to the cottage, my phone buzzes.
“Dani Fuckbuddy” flashes across the screen, along with the time: 9:54 a.m. I missed that she gave herself the last name “Fuckbuddy” when she added her contact yesterday.
I smile and unlock the screen.
Dani Fuckbuddy
How fast do you think I can run two and a half miles?
Fast, I think. Dani’s in perfect shape, though she doesn’t look like a runner by trade. She wouldn’t ask me if she ran a ten-minute mile, and an eight-minute mile would be impressive.
Adam Harris
I’ll say twenty-three minutes.
Dani Fuckbuddy
See you in twenty-three minutes, then.
I wonder where she’s running from and get excited to see her again. My mind flashes to an image of her sweaty, and though I’m only minutes from the cottage, I pick up the pace.
Sitting at the dining room table, staring at my phone, I realize how silly this all is. Why am I so excited? Last night was my most spontaneous, fun night in too long. I want to keep living in the moment, especially with someone as beautiful as Dani.
“Alexa, play Audioslave,” I command, hoping my favorite band will calm my nerves.
There’s a loud knock at the door. I check my phone—it’s been twenty-two minutes since her text. Impressive.
“Hey,” she says, hands on her hips, winded. “I don’t normally run that fast on the lake trail, but challenge accepted.”
I laugh and gesture her inside. She goes to the sink, grabs a glass, and fills it with water. She chugs it, then fills it again. Istare at her, taking in her fit body in black running shorts and a black-and-white sports bra.
Dani chuckles to herself, placing the glass in the sink. “We match,” she says, and I smirk, approaching her. “What’s my prize?” she flirts, looking up at me.
Placing a light kiss on her lips, I squeeze her hips. “What were you hoping for?” I whisper, tracing her ear with my tongue. She’s so short. I love how small she feels when I’m this close.
“I’m hoping to make zero decisions.”
Fuck.
You hear that the younger generation is more adventurous. I’m hoping she wants me to take charge. Why else would she say she doesn’t want to make any decisions?
I’ve only played this role a few times in my life, and each time has been more exciting than the last. I’m going to slowly push her and see where the line is.
“Get on your knees.”
Her eyes light up—this is exactly what she wants. She complies, grabbing my joggers, but I push her hands away. “Don’t do anything unless I tell you,” I scold. My cock hardens at the thought of the blow job I’m about to get in the kitchen. “Pull my pants down with your mouth,” I command, looking down at her.
She immediately obeys and does so with more ease than I anticipated. Afterward, I pat her head and hold her chin up, taking her in. She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever been with. Those hazel eyes are incredible. Her features … there are no words. Continuing to hold her chin, I command, “Keep your hands behind your back.” She does so, even interlacing her fingers.Fuck.
“You need to give me the best blow job of your life.” Without breaking eye contact, she nods. “Go.”
Dani bites the edge of my briefs, pulling them down, freeing my cock in its full glory. She starts slow, flicking her tongue over the tip, then takes it deeper, alternating between fast and slow. She glances up at me, and each time, I get closer to coming.
“Stop,” I command. I want … I need to keep this going.
She looks at me, concerned—maybe thinking she did something wrong.
“Stand up,” I say, softening my tone. “Start the shower and clean yourself up. I’ll be waiting for you in our room.”
