Page 48 of First Time

“Fuck.” Grumbling, I threw her clothes in the wash and forced my mind onto the big account I hoped to close before the week ended. A nice fat bonus lay in my future if I could make it happen. Once my cock hung semi-limp along my left thigh, I strolled back into the living room.

No Becky.

My bedroom door was still wide open like I’d left it. Becky sat on the edge of the bed, hands in her lap, wet hair hanging around her heart-shaped face.

“Better?” I asked, moving to her side.

“Yes. Thank you.” Pink still tinged her cheeks, and she wouldn’t look at me.

“I got you more water,” I said, motioning toward the glass on the stand she must have already seen, but I didn’t know what to say or do. “If you need anything else, just holler.”

“Okay,” she whispered.

I hesitated a few seconds before turning away. “Anything...” I emphasized, hating what my voice hinted at but unable to stop myself. I closed the door behind me without a backward glance.

One heavy exhale, and I cursed my way across the living room.

The couch was no feather bed. The clock ticked, louder and louder as I strained for noises from the bedroom. Tensed body sprawled out, I closed my eyes, forcing myself to count sheep.

Ticktock, one, two... Ticktock, tickety-tock. Ninety-seven, ninety-eight.

I rolled to my side and punched my pillow. It was going to be a long fucking night.

“Daniel?”

I hadn’t heard the door open. “Yeah?” I sat up.

Becky stood in my bedroom’s threshold, the moonlight pouring in through the living room windows casting her in a half-halo of angelic aura. My gaze latched onto the hem of my T-shirt caressing her upper thighs.

She wrung her hands at her waist, drawing my focus upward.

“Are you okay?” I asked, my voice husky as fuck.

“N-no.”

I climbed off the couch and went to her, drawing her into my arms. She smelled like my shampoo, my soap, but the sweet scent of her skin clung beneath, thickening my damn cock. Same as when I’d held her in the kitchen, I kept my hips well back from her body.

Becky trembled in my arms but heaved a heavy breath as I kissed the top of her head. “Would you sleep with me?”

My cock jerked.

“I mean, you make me feel safe, and I…don’t want to be alone.” The words tumbled from her lips.

“Whatever you need,” I said, smoothing my hand down her spine. I would suffer blue balls all night long laying atop the blankets if it meant she would rest peacefully.

I grabbed my pillow and went into the bedroom to find she had already folded down the comforter on my side. Beneath the sheets it would be, then. Jaw clenched, I climbed into the bed beside her curled form. She lay with her back toward me and scooted closer when I didn’t touch her.

Not needing a second invite, I curled around her, keeping my raging hard-on from brushing against her lush ass. I laid one arm over the dip of her waist, fist curled to stop myself from running my palm up and over the T-shirt covered breasts I had dreamed of sliding my cock between.

Another clench of my jaw stifled a groan.

“Thank you,” she whispered, snuggling against me, bringing the globes of her ass right against my groin. She stilled, her body tensing beneath my curled fingers.

I didn’t know if I should apologize or flex my hips so she could feel what she did to me. I did neither and clenched my eyes shut, focusing on breathing.

Becky didn’t pull away but let out a shuddering sigh. “Are you uncomfortable?” she asked, her voice low.

My cock jerked against her ass. “Only in the best way possible,” I choked out.

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