Page 53 of Take A Number
This morning was kind of a sneak attack for the beautiful Norah. I woke up early smelling her with my dick rock-hard, and the fact that I rarely get to wake up next to the women I’m sleeping with meant I could make good use of my morning wood.
And good use I did.
I started off spooning her from behind and rolling her nipples softly as she slept. God, she has exquisite breasts. Soft and full, and the perfect handful. And her ass as she swirled it against my cock was fucking life-changing. She let out these little moans of pleasure before she finally woke up and grabbed my massive erection behind her. I rolled over and tossed on a condom before coming back behind her and pulling her leg up onto my hip to push deep inside her.
It was sleepy sex full of hoarse, morning voice cries and complete relaxation as I thrust slowly inside her, rubbing her clit leisurely to a slow-burning orgasm. The sensation of her smooth back snug against my front as the sun rose over the mountains gave me my own mind-blowing orgasm.
It was after I pulled out of her and she fell back asleep that I got this eerie feeling I’ve never had with another woman—the worry that I might never get enough of her.
Like I said…big problem.
I dress quietly and creep out of the bedroom to let her sleep. We don’t have to hit the road for another couple of hours, and after the bang session we had last night, the woman deserves some rest.
I find Kate and Lynsey in the kitchen nook, sipping coffees and nibbling on the croinuts Norah brought.
Kate hits me with a knowing look. “Well, look what the cat dragged in.”
I roll my eyes and help myself to a coffee. “Good morning, ladies.”
“Good morning, Dean,” Lynsey says, shooting me a naughty smile. “We missed you during the rest of the game last night. Were you spending some alone time with yourgirlfriend?” she asks in a sing-song voice.
I shake my head and sit beside Lynsey and opposite Kate. “Just wanted to get away from the obvious looks you two kept shooting us all night.”
Kate presses her hand to her chest looking offended while shifting her voice into a horrible British accent. “Tis not our fault we’re mesmerized to see our Dean with a worthy partner suitable for our delicate tastes.”
“Indeed,” Lynsey quips, donning her own horrible accent but sounding a lot more like Audrey Hepburn inMy Fair Lady. “She’s a proper lady if you ask me.”
I groan while the girls giggle, and Lynsey adds, “This is certainly an upgrade from Lala.”
“Norah is not an upgrade,” Kate corrects, her eyes wide as she looks at me. “She’s an entirely different jet. Girls like Lala are budget airline types. Norah is a private jet all on her own. Seriously, Dean, she’s amazing. I want to date her.”
I shift uncomfortably, hating that I’m lying to my friends. But honestly, after adding sex to this agreement with Norah, what we’re doing is pretty much dating. Just because we both know it has an end date doesn’t make it any less so.
“Norah told us you guys were taking it slow,” Lynsey says, elbowing me in the arm knowingly. “I guess a lovers’ getaway to Aspen took you two to a new level, huh?”
“We’re not at a new level,” I reply with a frown, worry creeping inside me.
“Any couple who can have a sex marathon like you two did last night are certainly hitting a new level,” Kate snorts, causing Lynsey to choke on her coffee.
The girls laugh as they wipe up their liquid mess and return to picking at their croinuts while a nervous sensation settles in my gut. Are Norah and I at a new level? I mean, clearly sex is a new level but is this insatiable feeling I have when it comes to her something I need to worry about? Because, let’s face it, when I watched Norah orgasm with that vibrator, my fingers, my tongue, and my cock, I knew she was different from other girls. In the best way.
But I should be careful because I don’t want Norah to think I want more than casual sex. Maybe after I drive her home today, I’ll avoid any future plan discussions so it’s clear I’m not looking into the future. And I’ll avoid the bakery on Monday too. That’ll be a good test to make sure I can listen to my mind over my cock.
“Today’s flavor of the day is a new creation and the best one our girl has ever come up with if you want my opinion!” Rachael’s voice chirps in the background as I crouch over a fresh tray of croinuts that just came out of the fryer. “It’s a light cinnamon and sugar coating with a stripe of decadent Valrhona dark chocolate on the top. Inside is a super airy champagne cream filling that tastes like a party in your mouth. Seriously, skip the donuts. Today’s croinut is worth the wait.”
“That sounds great,” the customer replies, and I hear the machine click as three numbers are pulled from it.
Rachael proceeds to ring them up and make their coffees while I gently squeeze the pastry bag with a rounded tip full of the chocolatey topping. Damn, this flavor of the day is a work of art, if I do say so myself. I need to add it to my Denver menu because it will be a hit there, for sure. They might even be good for the morning show segment Max has lined up for me.
Plus, they taste better than sex.
Well, maybe not better. But they were certainly inspired by sex. Sex I haven’t been able to stop thinking about since Dean dropped me off at my apartment last night.
I blow the butterflies out of my belly as images of the weekend replay in my mind for the hundredth time. Seriously, I don’t know if it was because I haven’t had sex in so long, or because Dean and I were making good on our little tiff we had in the bathroom, but we went at it like rabbits the rest of our time in Aspen.
It was kind of insane.
It felt like Dean was on a mission to make good on his twenty-minute-dick promise, and I was making up for lost time. Who knows? But I sincerely hope there’s a repeat soon of whatever madness that was because I am already dreaming about round five. Or is it six? Does the Friday night masturbation session count?
