Page 20 of Dirty News
“Oh, yeah, baby.” I let the fantasy take meaway.
Her beautiful body, free of any tan lines, moved close to mine, her soft, wet skin moving over mine. “I bet I can take all your pain away.” Her lips touched the shoulder she’d been rubbing, and her hands moved around to my back. Those red nails of hers grazed the surfacelightly.
She straddled one of my legs, her knee coming up to press against my erection. “Easy, baby,” I cautionedher.
“Oh, I’ll be easy, baby. Don’t you worry.” She slid her body down mine until she was settled on her knees, her hands moving up and down my length. Her red lips pursed, kissing the tip ofme.
I groaned in sweet agony. If only she’d take that long cock into her hotmouth.
Her sky-blue eyes looked up at me. “May I tasteyou?”
“Please,” Imoaned.
My hands tangled in her long blonde hair as her mouth went over my cock. She sucked me like a pro. Up and down, licking, sucking, even nibbling in just the rightway.
Her nails scratched lightly at the underside of my balls, tantalizingly slow. Faster and faster she went as I moved her head at the speed I needed. Back and forth, I watched her beautiful head bob againstme.
My stomach went tight and my body tensed. I growled as I spilled my cum down herthroat.
She drank it all up greedily, then wiped the back of her mouth as she looked up at me. “Yum!”
I came back to reality with my hand on my spent cock, my head resting on the tiled shower wall, my fantasy over. My body no longerached.
If just jacking off to the idea of her could do that for me, what would fucking the shit of the actual girl do forme?
After catching my breath, I washed my hair and body before getting out of the shower. Heading straight for my bed, naked, I climbed in and tried not to think aboutLila.
In class earlier, as I’d sat next to her, I had found she’d changed up her soap and shampoo. A nice honeysuckle scent blossomed around her. I hadn’t said a word about it toher.
The sexual harassment class had said you shouldn’t talk about the way a person smelled, good or bad. But she’d smelled so damn good. I had this bet going on with myself that Lila Banks would smell great with any scent. Hell, she could probably make even garbage smell amazing. Only that girl could pull itoff.
I had only seen her in nice clothes, but I bet she’d look great in anything, too. But she’d look the absolute best lying naked in mybed.
Turning over on my side, I spoke out loud to myself. “Quit it! You can’t have heranyway.”
Why was I torturingmyself?
Our jobs would keep us apart. And if I got the morning job, even though she had said she’d be a good sport about it, I couldn’t be sure how she’dreact.
She wasn’t accustomed to playing these kinds of games. She had no idea how bad losing could feel. Especially losing at something that could change your whole life around. With the added income of the morning anchor position, she’d make three times the money she was making now—definitely enough to get her life started in a newcity.
I knew I could make it without the anchor job. I had my money from playing ball. Though I hadn’t asked her about her financial status, I was pretty sure she was as broke as any other recentgraduate.
She dressed nice and all, but her clothes weren’t that expensive. She wasn’t dripping with expensive jewelry either. She probably came from a middle-class family who had already helped her all they could just to get her to New York for theinterview.
I could step out of the race, I supposed. But maybe not. Maybe Artimus wouldn’t let me. But even if I could, shouldI?
Would it be the right thing to do forLila?
I was sure some men would give their right arm for her if need be, but would my stepping down and essentially handing over the job really benefither?
The answer was no. Handouts had a tendency of biting a person in the ass in the long run. And she deserved to win the position on her own merits, not have me give it to her just because I wanted to take care of her in away.
And why did I want to take care of heranyway?
It wasn’t like she needed meto.
But there it was, unable to be denied—I did want to do something for her. I wanted her in my arms. In my bed. The same way she’d made a place for herself in myhead.
