“A hot one, too,” Jason said.
“Becca would have your balls if you said that in front of her,” I said.
“Nah.” He shrugged.
“I’ll cut your balls off then. She’s mine,” I said—smiling still.
My phone buzzed with another text:
Spencer: Yes, Ryan is doing Karaoke right now, singing Party in the USA!
“I’m so confused,” Ben said.
“Spencer is a chick with a boy’s name,” I said, not looking up as I typed a reply:
Me: I wish I could see that, lol.
I waited a few seconds for a reply, but she didn’t text back, so I set my phone on the green felt table and waited for Jay’s friend, Mark, to deal. I’m sure he thought I was weird, dating a girl with a boy name. It was the first night I was meeting the guy, but I didn’t care. He was just there for me to take his money.
Finally after a few more hands, Spencer texted back:
Spencer: I wish u were here! I would soooooo go down on u in the bathroom.
I almost chocked on my spit as I read it. Thankfully I wasn’t drinking, because Jay would have gotten a beer bath since he was sitting across from me.
“Are you okay, man?” Ben asked.
“Yeah,” I choked out.
I smiled as I sent the next text.
Me: While that sounds tempting, the guys would never let me live it down if I ditched them for a chick right now.
“Are you sure you haven’t fucked her?” Jason asked.
“No, why?”
“Look at your fucking face. You haven’t stopped smiling,” he said.
“If you got the text I just got, you would smile, too.”
“Is it a naked pic?” Mark asked.
Like I would let some stranger see a picture of my girl naked. Hell, like I would let anyone…okay, maybe Jason.
Spencer: What if it was TWO hot chicks going down on you?
Holy fuck, was she serious? She couldn’t be serious. She didn’t seem like the type…but she did cum on my leg in Vegas and maul me in my car on our first…second date.
Me: LOL, how many drinks have you had?
“Either show us the pictures or deal,” Jason said.
I didn’t realize that I hadn’t answered Mark. I was still trying to wrap my head around Spencer’s text.
“Sorry. No, it’s not a naked picture. She’s drunk texting me.”
“Tell her to send a naked pic,” Jay said.
“Fuck off,” I said, dealing the cards.
A few minutes later, she texted back:
Spencer: Um… I have only had like 5 vodka cranberries.
Me: Well then I would say you’re drunk. Be safe ok?
We played a few hands, and I still hadn’t heard back from Spencer. I was starting to worry a little. I’d only seen her drink wine and a few shots in Vegas. I didn’t know what five vodka cranberries would do to her.
Me: Spence, are you ok?
“Great. She’s not responding now,” I said.
“She’s probably pissed since you asked her for a naked pic. Women don’t like to be asked. They just send them when they feel like it,” Jason said.
“How would you know?” Ben asked.
“Well, Bec gets mad at me,” he said.
“I didn’t ask her for a naked picture. She’s with Ryan at some karaoke bar.”
“She’s with another dude?” Jay asked.
“And you’re cool with that?” Mark asked.
“No, Ryan is a girl, too,” Jason said. “A hot one.”
I chuckled at him. Becca would so cut off his dick if she knew he was talking about other chicks.
“You guys are weird,” Mark said.
Who was this guy?
Me: Hello?
“Just deal the cards,” I said to Mark.
A few more hands and still no text from Spencer. Did I piss her off? I re-read the texts, and I didn’t think I said anything wrong.
“What karaoke bars are around here?” I asked Jay.
“Why?” Jason asked.
“I haven’t heard back from Spencer after she told me she was drunk. I’m worried.”
“I’m sure she’s fine. She’s with Ryan…that’s a chick,” Ben said.
Everyone laughed but me. “I’m sure she’s drunk, too.”
“Well, there is The Mint and…”
My phone buzzed, and I relaxed as I read her text:
Spencer: Sorry, Ryan and I sang a duet. We are being safe. Come see me, NOW!!!
“Never mind, she replied.”
“Good, now go take that tampon out of your vagina and man up,” Jason said.
We all laughed, then I gave him the look of death. As if he would be okay with Becca out drunk and not responding to him.
“Fuck off,” I said and replied to Spencer:
Me: I wish I could, but like I said, the boys would give me shit.
They already were.
Spencer: Fine I see how it is! :)
Me: Don’t be like that baby. I would if I could!
“Your deal,” Mark said to me.
Seriously, this guy was irking me, and I didn’t know why. Whatever, he was about to be cleaned out.
Spencer didn’t reply and by the time I crawled into bed, I had half a mind to go find her. I hadn’t known her that long, and I didn’t know what alcohol did to her, but I was starting to fall for her—hard. I didn’t want anything to happen to her. I wanted her safe in my arms. I was trying not to worry. She was an adult and only a chick I was dating. She wasn’t my girlfriend, but I planned to change that Friday. She consumed my every thought. I was just about to call her when she sent another text.
Spencer: Ryan and I just got home. I’m going to sleep with B.O.B. now… Night!
Images flashed in my head as I pictured Spencer pleasing herself. My dick instantly sprang to attention, and we were both wide awake now.
Me: Baby, you’re killing me. I’m going to have to confiscate that thing from you.
Spencer: I would rather DO the real thing!
Fuck it. Thursday was date four in my eyes. I didn’t give a fuck anymore.
Me: Tomorrow, I promise.
Spencer: Really?
Me: Yes, night, baby.
I jerked off and took a cold shower before I was able to fall asleep, only to dream about Spencer using her vibrator.
*~*~*
I woke up the next morning—hard. If I didn’t bury myself in Spencer soon, I was going to lose my shit. I didn’t know what it was, but I craved her. I felt like I was turning into a chick, obsessing about someone, but it wasn’t my fault. Spencer flirted, seduced, and consumed me. I was determined not to be her rebound guy. I would show her how she was meant to be treated. Not cheated on.
Me: Hey, how are you feeling today?
I went downstairs to put on some coffee. I was sure it was after two before I finally fell asleep, and I was having a hard time keeping my eyes open. I was the boss, but I had contracts to look over for the Seattle gym that were due before five the following day.
Spencer: My head feels like it got hit with a sledgehammer.
Me: Too much alcohol will do that to you. Will I still see you later at the gym?
I had a surprise for Spencer. Every Thursday, I got an hour massage at the spa in the gym. I was sure she would enjoy it, being hungover like she was.
Spencer: Yes, of course.
Me: What are you doing after the gym?
I poured a cup of coffee and waited for her to reply.
Spencer: Yeah about that…I don’t remember texting you last night…
Damn. Of course she didn’t.
Brandon: I figured you wouldn’t. I knew you were drunk texting. But I have to admit that I do hope in the future we can do what you said. :)
Spencer: Yeah about that, too… I have never been with another girl.
Me: You’re so cute. That’s not what I meant. Anyway, I’ll see you after work.
Spencer: K :)
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I’d forgotten about Spencer offering her and Ryan up for sex. But I didn’t want Ryan. I just wanted my brunette hottie and soon.
CHAPTER EIGHT
I dropped Spencer off at home and kissed her goodnight after our massages. Ryan was home, and I just wanted everything to be perfect. Spencer didn’t remember her drunk texting session, and I didn’t want to pressure her to do something she didn’t want to do.
After I picked her up on Friday for the Giants game, we met up with Becca and Jason. Before heading to our seats, we grabbed beer and food like Jason, Becca and I always did before games, and then we took our seats and waited for the game to start.
During the game, I stole glances of Spencer out of the corner of my eye, rested my hand on her knee, and just enjoyed the Giants kicking the Padres’ asses. The night was going perfectly, and just like the whole week, I didn’t want my time with Spencer to end.
“Ah…” I said, rubbing the back of my neck nervously. “Would you like to come up?” Becca and Jason had left us after the game was over, knowing what I wanted to do.
“Sure,” she said, smiling.
I did a little victory dance inside as we walked down the last block to my condo. I didn’t have anywhere to be the following morning, and I hoped Spencer didn’t, either, because I was planning on us not getting much sleep.
As Spencer looked around my condo, I grabbed us a few beers out of my fridge. I watched as she took in the downstairs open floor plan with floor-to-ceiling windows and dark hardwood floors. As she continued her gaze, she saw the cherry wood cabinets with black granite countertops and stainless steel appliances in my kitchen.
Then her eyes shifted back to the living room, and she ran her hand along the dark brown leather couches that surrounded a cherry wood coffee table sitting on a beige rug with matching end tables on either side. My favorite feature of the room was probably the huge flat screen TV mounted over the fireplace.
She didn’t speak for a few minutes as she took everything in. Christy never appreciated anything in my condo. She just stored her stuff like she lived with me, and it pissed me off royally.
Next to the breakfast bar, which was between the kitchen and living room, hung a black and white picture Becca had taken of The Golden Gate Bridge on a foggy day. “That’s one of Becca’s,” I said as she admired it.
“Wow, it is beautiful!”
“She invited you to her show on the twenty-eighth, right?” She nodded. “Care to be my date for the night?” I didn’t know what I would have done if she had said no. We were both going, and I wanted to be there with her. I wanted her to get to know my friends.
“Sure, sounds like fun. Oh and Becca said that Ryan should come as well. Mind if she tags along?”
I didn’t mind as long as she wasn’t a third wheel. “No, of course not.”
I watched as she stared up at the picture, her long neck stretching out of her Giants t-shirt, and all I wanted to do was kiss her again. We kissed slightly when she got into my SUV for the game, but I wanted to run my tongue all the way from her lips down to her toes and back up.
Her skin was perfect…lightly tanned and just begging to be touched. I grabbed the beer from her hands and set it on the counter, then cupped the right side of her face, my fingers sliding through her silky brown hair, and kissed her. I deepened the kiss as she tightened her arms around my neck, and I held her against the wall, enjoying the way her tongue twisted with mine.
“I’ve wanted to do that all night!” I said, finally pulling away from her mouth. I took her hand and led her to my couch. “I’m not ready for you to go home, yet––want to watch a movie?”
I was trying to do anything to stall. It was getting late, but I felt like I was trying to make up for the two weeks that I didn’t talk to her. If I had just approached her then, she would probably already be naked and under me—or out of my system, but I knew that wouldn’t be possible. Just from the last week, I couldn’t get enough of her. She was easygoing and had the most beautiful smile I’d ever seen.
“Sure,” she said, sitting down.
I turned on the TV and sat next to her. “Do you like action, comedy, horror…?”
“Action or comedy is fine.”
While I looked through the movies, stopping on Mission Impossible: Ghost Protocol, she grabbed her phone, typed out a message and then set it on my coffee table. I wanted to ask who she texted, but I wasn’t going to be jealous. Her ex had been a cheater; no way she was seeing someone else.
As the movie started, she snuggled into my side, and I wrapped my arm around her. It felt right. She felt right, and I tried to watch the movie, but all I thought about was her hands—her lips—her tongue—her scent, and damn it if this wasn’t date five. I didn’t give a fuck what Becca said. This. Was. Date. Five!
I leaned her back enough to take her chin in my hand and lift her head up to taste her lips again…her soft lips that I wanted to taste forever. She sat up more, her lips never leaving mine, and twisted enough for me to lean her back on the couch. I hovered over her, kissing her neck while my leg pressed into the floor, keeping me from crushing her.
I had to touch more of her. She was under me, my dick stiffening in my jeans, and if I didn’t have her, there was no way I could be around her in the future. I’d jerked off more in the last week than I remember doing as a teenager. She was in my thoughts. In my dreams. In my skin. And now she was under me and moaning as I lifted her shirt and cupped her firm, round breast.
I kissed her while kneading her breast as she moaned in my mouth, and then ran my lips along her neck and back up to her ear, nipping it a little. Her hands ran down my back, and I loved the way she touched me, her nails gliding over my t-shirt and causing little tingles to spread throughout my body.
I heard my phone buzz with a call as I continued kissing her neck. If it were Christy, I was seriously going to lose my shit. She needed to stop calling me, especially when I was with Spencer. I didn’t care if she knew about Spencer. There was no way that I would let Christy break us apart. Spencer and I weren’t even dating officially, but if I buried my cock in her tonight, she was mine.
She started to tug on my shirt, and that was my clue that I was going to get my wish. I was going to get to explore her whole body. Taste her. Fuck her. Make her moan and let my dick get the pleasure that he had been aching to receive.
I raised her shirt enough to free her breast from her bra and sucked on her puckered nipple. She frantically started to pull at my shirt, and I hers. We both lifted enough for our shirts to be taken off, and we tossed them on the floor. Skin on skin, pelvises grinding together, she gasped as I took her other breast in my mouth.
I had to get her to bed. I didn’t want to fuck her on a couch that I had fucked Christy on. I got new sheets because all I did was smell Christy’s awful perfume, and I had to get her out of my life. She was like a never ending plague . I didn’t want Spencer to smell someone else’s perfume. She was the only one in my life, and I was going to show her.
“Put your legs around my waist,” I said, flicking her nipple once more with my tongue.
Her perfect legs wrapped around my waist, and I held her, kissed her, tasted her as I stood and started to carry her up my stairs to my room. Her arms wrapped around my neck as our mouths continued to devour each other, and luckily I didn’t need to see where I was going. I couldn’t break my mouth free from hers if I wanted to.
We reached my room, and I laid her on my bed and began to unbutton her jeans. My dick was hard. So fucking hard. She was finally in my room. In my bed. In a place where I could take my time, devouring every inch of her.
She lifted her hips enough for me to slide off her jeans and panties , throwing them on the floor. She was just in her bra, her breasts spilling out since I had tugged the cups down, and it was the most beautiful sight I had ever seen.
Licking my lips, my mouth salivated, anticipating the way her pussy would taste. My dick was screaming at me to free him, play w
ith him, let him taste her pussy, too, but my dick had never tasted a pussy.
I knelt in front of Spencer as she laid there with her legs hanging off my bed, and spread them slightly so I could get in between them. I could already smell how much she wanted me, and I couldn’t wait to dive in.
Slowly I worked my way up one thigh and then the other, kissing lightly and making her moan. I loved her moan. It was like music to my ears. Her back arched, her hips moving towards my mouth that hovered over her center for a beat, waiting to consume her core.
Dipping my head, my tongue meeting her pussy, I slowly licked. Her juices spread across my tongue, engulfing my taste buds in her delicious flavor. She spread her legs farther apart, raised her hips higher, and begged for me to go deeper with my tongue.
Using two fingers to spread her pussy lips, I lapped at each side with my tongue, drinking her in and rubbing her clit, causing her to moan again. I could feel beads of cum coming out of my cock. It felt like I was going to explode, but this time, I would do it buried deep in Spencer.
Slipping two fingers in, I continued to lick, making her moan. I was lost in the taste and feel of her when her body tensed, her hands running through my hair as she let out another moan.
I made quick work of my jeans while Spencer removed her bra, and she lay bare on my bed. My dick was throbbing, aching with need. She was beautiful. Perfect. I crawled on the bed as she scooted back to allow room for me.
As I hovered over her, I tasted her lips again, my tongue slipping in to duel with hers. Now that she was naked and beneath me, I wanted to explore her whole body. I wanted to feel her smooth skin, memorize where she liked to be touched the most, and work my hands all over her body.
I started with running my hands along her back as I lifted her a little for her boobs to press into my chest, feeling the skin on skin contact again. She was warm, but I was hotter. My blood was flowing throughout my body, all my nerves on alert, loving the feel of her on my body.
My dick rubbed into her thigh, inching towards the finish line as my hands continued to explore her skin, moving over her firm ass and giving it a squeeze. It felt good to touch her. Touch her like I’d wanted to since day one. Touch her like I’d needed to.
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