Page 18 of Frenemies with a Player
“Whoa.” She pushes at my shoulders, breaking the kiss. “Were you jealous of Houston?”
Her brows are furrowed, and her perfect lips are puckered as she assesses me. “What if I was?”
“For starters, I’m really not the type of girl to get around,” she states, as if I didn’t know.
“Tell me something I don’t know,” I reply, spreading kisses along the side of her mouth.
“You’re kind of sexy when you’re jealous,” she says with a smirk.
“I know.” I spread more small kisses along her mouth.
“Maybe we should take this somewhere private,” she suggests.
“I like the way you think, Willa Lockhart.”
She grins and then she pulls out of my embrace, exiting fast she begins to walk through the house. I stay about five feet behind her. We pass by some neighbors who live close by. One of them stops to talk to Willa and I pause and look at a painting on the wall. She excuses herself to the ladies’ room and I am not far behind.
Inside the bathroom, she locks the door. “This is tricky,” I say.
“I couldn’t think of a better place that would grant us privacy,” she says.
“Maybe the basement?” I offer.
“It’s a cabin. I don’t think they have a basement. Besides, look at that countertop.” She tilts her chin to the counter and sink. The counter is long enough for me to sit her on it.
“You sure do have a vivid imagination,” I tell her.
“I’ve read a lot of romance books. I have all kinds of fantasies. The hot tub the other night was me living out a scene I read in a book,” she shares. Her words alone have made me hard. That and remembering watching her get herself off in the hot tub.
“Damn, Willa, you drive me crazy,” I say.
“I could say the same about you,” she says to me, as she pulls me by the shirt into her. Our lips collide as we kiss with a hunger I’ve never felt before. She reaches down and shoves her hand inside my cargo pants. I groan as her hand wraps around my cock and squeezes it.
I push her dress up her thighs, but I am met with her tights. “We need these off.”
She takes her hand out of my pants and hops off the counter. She shoves the tights down to her ankles, muttering it’s easierif she doesn’t take them fully off. When she hops back on the counter, she squeals that it’s cold on her bare butt and I hush her. Then I move in and seal our lips together. Our kisses heat up fast and she shoves that hand of hers back into my cargo pants. I reach down and rub her pussy.
“You’re so wet,” I say into her mouth.
“Finger me, Wyatt,” she pants.
I do as she says, inserting a finger inside her. I also use the thumb on my other hand to rub her clit. Her breathing picks up and she begins to moan.
“You have to keep it down,” I warn.
“I can’t,” she cries out as she pumps my cock.
Shit, I can’t blow my load in my boxers.
“You have to or else I have to take away one of my hands. Which will it be? The one with my finger inside you? Or the one rolling your clit?”
“Neither, Wyatt. Ah, that feels so good,” she cries. “I’ll be quiet, promise.”
I want to groan out loud. I keep myself controlled, even though I feel anything but.
Willa comes apart on my fingers. Her body undulates as she rolls her hips fast against my fingers. Her eyes are squeezed shut. She pumps my cock harder, and I can’t take it anymore. My fingers inside her feel too good. I come like it’s nobody’s business. I let go as my lips crash to hers and we ride out the waves of our orgasms.
When we break apart, Willa has a lazy smile on her face. She licks her lips and it makes me want to kiss her all over again.
