Page 126 of Road Trip to Forever
“Yeah. Everything’s good here. What? No, nothing’s wrong,” she says. I snap the elastic against her skin again, a pink mark blossoming just below her hip bone. She’d look sexy with a tattoo there, a drawing only I’d be able to see. “I promise I’m not being abducted in my hotel room.”
I lick over her underwear again before dragging the small piece of fabric down with my teeth. I tuck them in my back pocket and Lola mouthsfuck, drawing out the word. Her legs spread wider as she scoots her ass down the chair, cheeks hanging off the edge.
“How’s Boston?” Lola asks into the phone. “Good. Yeah. Everything is great down here. Patrick modeled in the show today. Yup. I’ll send some pictures later. I’m busy right now.”
I push two fingers inside of her, smiling when she bites the inside of her cheek to keep quiet. The smile stretches to a grin as she puts the phone down at her side and takes a deep breath, wiping a bead of sweat from her forehead.
I’m distracting her. I think she’s going to have a slew of harsh words to say to me when she hangs up, but for now, I’m in control and going to enjoy this.
“So pretty,” I whisper, adding a third finger. “So ready for me. I could fuck you right now and Jo would have no idea I was sinking into you. She wouldn’t know how many times you’ve screamed my name the last few days. Do you want me to talk to her? Tell her how wet you are? How sexy my best friend’s pussy is? I could feast on you forever.”
“Jo? I’m going to have to call you back. Something just came up.”
Without waiting for a response, Lola hangs up and tosses the phone onto the tile floor. She grabs me by the scruff of my hair and pulls me to her, crashing her lips against mine. It’s hot and bruising and hurried. I untie her shirt, sliding it over her waist along with her skirt. I don’t care if I stretch them out. I’ll buy her new ones.
She fumbles with the button on my jeans and I’m already shoving them off, my left foot getting stuck in the pant leg.
“Want you,” she says against my mouth. “Now.”
“Impatient,” I say back. I shove my boxers down my thighs and kick them aside. I lift Lola from the chair and hold her in my arms as her legs wrap around my lower back. “Need to get a condom first.”
“I’m not very good at being patient.” Lola puts her forehead in the crook of my neck, her hand running across my chest. I walk us out of the bathroom and to my suitcase, keeping her in my hold as I squat to rummage through my bag.
“Hang on,” I grumble. I toss a running shoe out of the way and my favorite baseball hat goes flying after it. A belt falls to the floor and I kick it away.
“How are you this disorganized? You can’t stand things not being in their place. Every single container in your kitchen is labeled.”
“I’ve been distracted,” I say. I grab three condoms from the box and stand, heading us to the bed. Overzealous, probably, but I don’t care.
“Oh? What’s been distracting you? Anything in particular?”
“This hot blonde I can’t seem to get out of my head.”
“She sounds great.”
“She is,” I agree. “She’s smart and she’s kind and she’s beautiful. Funny too, sometimes.”
“Only sometimes?”
“Sometimes she’s a smart ass.” I drop Lola on the mattress. She bounces twice and giggles, shimmying up the sheets. “Which way do you like best?” I ask, climbing on the bed and crawling toward her.
“I like you on top,” she answers. “I like watching you.” Her fingers wrap around my cock and she strokes twice.
“Then that’s what we’ll do,” I say.
I roll the condom down my length and let out a sigh. It’s like my last breath of sanity. When we’re like this, naked and nothing between us, I lose all rationale. I don’t know which way is up, and it feels like I’m walking dangerously close to a fire.
I want to burn.
Lola reaches out to me, hands roaming up my forearms and drawing me closer. I line up with her entrance and before I have a second to breathe again, she’s lifting her hips, guiding me inside her.
I give her a minute to get adjusted to me, her legs relaxing as I rock forward, planting my palms on either side of her head. I look down at her and find a twist of pleasure in her smile. There’s satisfaction brimming in her eyes as she breathes out, “That feels good, Patrick,” and plays with her breasts.
I never know where to look when I’m with her. Her chest, watching as she pinches her nipples and draws them to pointed peaks? Between her legs, seeing myself sink into her, each thrust loosening my grip on reality? Her mouth, following along as she says dirty things, filthy things, telling me exactly what she wants to try and how I fuck her like no one else has ever fucked her? Her heart, racing as fast as mine, showing just how much we love each other without actually saying the words?
Lola lifts up and kisses me, her tongue finding mine with a hum against my mouth. She hitches her leg up on my hip and I get deeper, deeper,deeper, finding new areas of her body I’ve yet to discover.
“Yes,” she whispers. “Right there. That’s perfect.”
