Page 88 of Bottle Shock
She tugs at my sweats while I slide her shorts down, until we’re both completely free of any barriers.
Her hand wraps around my cock, stroking it, tracing up and down the length like she’s determining my size. Then she’s guiding me, swiping my cock between her pussy lips,gathering her arousal until I’m covered in her, and I haven’t even made it inside yet. I’ve wanted her for so long I worry I might come much faster than I’d like.
But I need her like I need to breathe. I push in—just the tip, just an inch—and the noise that forms in the back of my throat is so foreign I don’t recognize it. She feels incredible. More than incredible. Like I want nothing more than to feel her wrapped around my cock for the rest of my fucking life. So tight and wet, her walls tightening around me perfectly.
I drop my forehead to hers, locking her eyes with mine—one last confirmation—before I sink into her completely. She nods quickly, thighs spreading wider, hands winding around my neck to draw me closer. I start to push in further, my eyes rolling back, the pleasure overwhelming?—
My phone blares. Loud. Jarring. Freezing us in place.
The illusion shatters.
It’s Lily.
I set her calls to override Do Not Disturb.
Easing myself out—against every protest in my body—I can’t meet Scottie’s gaze.
“Lily’s calling,” I say quietly. As if that explains enough.
“Hi, bear. What’s wrong?”
It’s the middle of the night. She would only call if something was wrong.
Her voice is quiet, trembling. She sniffles as she tries to breathe through her tears.
Guilt sweeps over me.
My little girl is states away, crying, calling me in the middle of the night—and I was just about to fuck Scottie on the couch.
“I had a nightmare,” she hiccups.
“You’re okay,” I say gently, sparing a glance at Scottie, who’s already partially dressed and avoiding looking at me.
Fuck.
Lily tells me about her dream, guilt stewing low and heavy in my stomach the entire time. I reach for my clothes and pull them on quickly, trying not to think about how the moment we were just in evaporated into smoke.
Meanwhile, Scottie leaves. The door closing behind her echoes through the room.
By the time I’ve calmed Lily and gotten Shannon on the phone, almost thirty minutes have passed.
I sit there in the eerie silence of the house, unsure of what to do next.
At the very least, I need to apologize. Not only did we almost have sex, but we were about to do it recklessly. No discussion of protection. No conversation about what it meant. No responsibility. I was inside of her. I know what it feels like to have my cock sheathed within the tight walls of her pussy, one I’m certain was made just for me. How we’re supposed to move on from that, I don’t know. And worst of all—it was on some ratty old couch. None of this is what she deserves. She deserves romance and foreplay and planning and a fucking bed.
I fucked up badly.
It’s late and she’s probably sleeping, but I can’t let the night pass without checking on her.
There’s a faint light glowing through the windows of the pool house. A small sign she’s likely still awake. At least I hope.
I’m about to knock when the sound of my name makes me pause.
At least, that’s what IthinkI heard.
My breathing stills as my ears strain to listen.
She says it again, this time followed by a moan. And I think there’s a faint buzzing noise.
