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And I did.
With the only light in the room coming from the TV, I leaned up, got onto my knees, and swung a leg over Eddie’s lap. His eyes widened in surprise, and before he could say anything, I cupped his cheeks and pressed my lips to his. He parted them, allowing me to swipe my tongue inside. He hardened under me, but I didn’t remove my mouth. I wanted him to know that I was okay with whatever would happen next.
“Tell me,” I said, pulling my lips off his once I was breathless. “Did you want to fuck me in high school?”
“Every fucking day,” he admitted.
“And now?”
“Every fucking day since I ran into you in the coffee shop.”
“Do you have a condom?”
“No.” Eddie shook his head. “I have several.”
21
Eddie
When I invitedStacey to the New Year’s Eve party, I’d hoped she and I would end up in bed together. I didn’t think it would be after she dropped the bomb that Brody was a rapist and had raped her. But I couldn’t think about the disaster that was waiting for me with the knowledge of him being evil while Stacey was on my lap, kissing me until I couldn’t breathe and asking if I had a condom.
“… I have several,” I replied breathlessly.
“Good.” Stacey leaned in for another kiss.
“Are you sure about this?” I asked against her mouth.
She pulled back. “You don’t want to?”
I was hard, and I knew she could feel it. “Of course, I do, but—”
“I’ve had sex since. I’m okay.”
“Are you—”
She silenced me with her finger against my lips. “Don’t ruin this.”
I stared into her brown eyes for a moment before whispering, “Okay.”
Stacey cracked a smile. “Tell me what you used to do while I was in the next room.”
It took me a moment to understand she meant when we lived together in high school. “Only if you tell me what you used to do.”
Her grin widened, and then she got off my lap and onto her back next to me on the bed. I started to protest, missing her slim body pressed against mine, but then I realized she was taking off her shorts.
“When I would get hot, I would lie in bed with my covers pulled back, wearing only my underwear and a tank top, with the fan blowing against my skin.” I watched as she ran her fingertips along her stomach, the tank top she was wearing riding up. “Once I cooled off, my fingers would tickle my skin. Skating across my naval and up, taking my tank top with them and exposing my breasts to the breeze of the fan.”
I watched as she slipped her tank top up, and I got my first glimpse of her perfect tits. No fan was blowing on her except the air conditioner in the room we had set to low. Her fingers circled her nipples a few times, each one getting hard, and my mouth watered.
“Then my hand would travel back down across my stomach and straight into my panties.” I watched her do what she was saying, my dick getting hard instantly. “Did you ever stroke yourself in the next room?”
“Hell, yeah, I did.”
“Show me.”
Not hesitating, I pulled my boxers down, my dick bobbing in the process as I stayed upright against the headboard. Stacey licked her lips, and I groaned, wishing her mouth was wrapped around my shaft. Instead, I stroked my cock, watching her hand rub circles inside of her panties, knowing she was rubbing her clit.
“Did you think about me?” Stacey asked.
