Reagan begins panting faster, matching my thrusts into her. I find her clit as my thumb rubs it to bring her a more powerful orgasm. “Oh god, oh god, oh god.” Reagan’s head starts thrashing around as her back arches. My cock feels the tightening of her pussy as she comes, and that’s my ruination. I pull out then slam into her as I release my orgasm with her. Reagan’s pussy is my undoing, like a fucking teenager having sex for the first time. I try to hold out longer, but her words, her actions, and her pussy are my kryptonite.
We come crashing down together as I collapse on top of her, trying to control our breathing. I kiss her back and smile when she turns her head slightly. “Spankings, who knew they could be so much fun.” We laugh as I pull out of her. I remove the condom, tie it, and throw it in the trash can. Reagan is lying on her side of the bed as I climb into the left side. She snuggles up on my chest as I play with her hair. She hums softly while her body relaxes under my touch. It’s not long after that that her breathing informs me that she is asleep.
I stare up at the ceiling, thinking about this woman in my arms. I don’t do relationships, just one-night stands, never sleepovers, and this is my second time sleeping in her bed. What is it about this woman that I can’t get enough of? Relationships are nothing but heartache and let downs. No one is worth giving my heart to because that person has this way of completely destroying you. My eyes are getting heavy, and my last thought before falling asleep is: Can I let someone else be with Reagan?
Reagan
I roll over in bed noticing that I’m alone. My ass is sore, and I blush, remembering my body’s reaction to the spankings from Max. My phone chimes letting me know that there is an outside world, and my attention is needed. I reach over to see the voicemail notification with a missed call—Joan.
“Hello, my Reagan. Ready for girls’ night out? Don’t groan, you need this.” I smile because she knows me so well. “Nic is dropping the kids off before heading to the bar to work a few hours. She wants you to meet her there before meeting up with the other girls. Bring Jonathan by anytime. I love you both.”
Joan Stewart is the mom that everyone fears but loves more than their own mothers. She’s strict but she cares so much. When Kennedy was killed, she made sure to cook for us, clean for us, and made sure that we didn’t harm ourselves. She even gave Don food poisoning one night when she found out that he was leaving me and had someone else on the side. You never mess with Mama Joan. She brought Shawn, Nic, Cash and I together after college. As we got older, Joan made sure that the four of us always made time for each other because we needed the support. Cash is now married with a baby on the way, and everyone has met her but me. I can’t wait to meet the woman who has that man so pussy whipped.
I look at my clock and realize its 10:30 in the morning. I start to wonder where everyone is and why they let me sleep so late, and why Max left without a word. I grab my black tank top and blue boy shorts to put on to go find out what Jonathan is up to.
“Morning, sleepy head.” Max is sitting on the couch working on some drawings as I walk into the living room/kitchen area. I smile at him.
“What time did you get up?” I gingerly sit down on the couch next to him while he smirks. He tilts the page to show me an office space. There are three rooms, a reception area, an office, and a conference room.
“I can never sleep past eight in the morning. Jonathan went to play hoops before heading over to Granny J’s house.”
“Tonight’s Girls’ Night Out.”
“That’s right. Do you think that I could tempt you in canceling with the girls and coming with me?” He moves my hair off my neck as he starts to kiss my neck. I can feel my defenses falling with this man.
“I’m sorry. It’s the first night in months that we all have off or I would cancel.” I stand to get away from him or I’ll end up calling Nic. “Do you want a cup of coffee?” He shakes his head.
“Next time.” He grabs my hand and tugs me down to his lap. Max kisses me, pushing his tongue into my mouth as I moan.
“Gross. Seriously, don’t taint the gaming area.” I smile into Max’s lips as Jonathan greets us. “I’m getting a shower. When I come out, separate couches.” I salute Jonathan as he walks down the small hallway shaking his head.
“How long do we have?” Max asks.
“Ten minutes, fifteen at the most.” I giggle as he flops me onto my back.
“Good, let’s make out.” Max smiles but I push him off of me as I go and make me a cup of coffee. I come back in and sit in my recliner. “What time are you going out?”
“Seven, but I need to take Jonathan to Granny J’s house which is twenty minutes away. I have to leave here by five.”
“You want to talk about that phone call?” Max questions me. Ugh, I forgot about the call over twelve hours ago that left my future up in the air.
“Not really, but I need to. We’re going to have to move next month.”
“What? Why? Where?” Max looks panicked.
“I decided that we can’t live here. I have enough savings to last about six months here, but with paying for the coffee shop and all that, I can’t do it. We’re moving above the coffee shop; it has a three-bedroom apartment. I own the building, and I can rent the studio apartment on the top floor for some income.”
“Why don’t you sell it?”
“I can’t, and I won’t. End of discussion.” Max raises his hands in defeat. I feel upset up that my tone wasn’t pleasant. “I have some friends who own businesses; I’m going to see if I can work there until I decide if I want to reopen the book store. Jonathan and I have a lot to talk about and decide.” As Jonathan comes into the living room, I’m sure he feels the tension between Max and me. Jonathan and Max play a round on the Xbox so I decide to make some lunch so I can keep myself busy and forget about work for a few hours. After lunch, I decide to start looking at numbers for reopening the store. I must have fallen asleep because Max’s kiss on my ear startles me.
“Can I see you tonight?” I ask Max, looking up to his brown eyes as he stands above me getting ready to leave for his plans with his sister.
“Yes, here is my number. Text me when you get home.” He writes down the number on his sketch pad to hand it to me. We walk to the door as he kisses me goodbye, and I lean up against the door with a smile on my face. Jonathan and I decide to spend some time together, so we watch Star Wars.
“Is your stuff packed for Granny J’s?” Jonathan’s staying the night since Nic’s boys are staying there too. I wonder what kind of trouble the boys are going to cause for Joan.
“No, but I need to do that.” As the movie ends, I walk into the bathroom to shower and start getting ready for my night out. Once I get out of the shower, I put my robe on and head to my bedroom. I grab my phone to call Nic.
“What’s up?”
“What are you wearing tonight?”
“Mini skirt, tank top. I plan on getting laid tonight.” Nic laughs into the phone.
“Meeting up with Shawn or some random hook up?”
“Fuck you.”
“What?” I feign innocence.
“Shawn is going to be out, but not sure if we’ll see him.”
“Okay, I’m getting ready now. Do you need to work the bar tonight? Joan was saying something about you having to go in.”
“I don’t think so, but if you could meet me here before 6:30, that will let me know if I need us to work or not.” Nic hangs up, and I’m pretty sure out girls’ night out just became a work night for us. I open my closet doors to see what I should wear. I find my favorite jean mini skirt at the bottom of my closet and a plain, black, off-the-shoulder shirt. I do everything that I’m not used to doing: curling my hair and putting on makeup. I wear makeup to work once in a while, but this is more of a smoky eye, red lipstick and a “Mom’s Night Out” look. One more look in the mirror, and I’m satisfied that I look like I’m a single girl but not too much of a hooker looking for a good time. I grab my trusty hair tie so it’s on
my wrist. Never leave home without it.
“Ready?”
“Almost.” I sit down on the coffee table to put on my thigh-high leather boots with a six-inch heel. My feet are going to kill me, but I’m going to look amazingly sexy trying to keep up with the other girls. Jonathan and I hurry out of the apartment hoping to not see Chad. The drive to Joan’s house is quiet, but I can see Jonathan is thinking about something.
“What’s wrong?”
“We’re moving?”
As we pull up to Joan’s house, I put my Honda in park but let it run because of the A/C. “I lost my job yesterday. I only have enough to pay for a few months trying to take care of both places. I was going to talk to you tomorrow about it.”
“Is that our only option?”
“Yes, I’m sorry.”
“I think you should open the store back up. Mom would’ve have wanted that for us.” I’m blown away by his words. I thought he would want to avoid that place like I do.
“Are you ready for that?” I whisper, not trying to show him the emotional wreckage that talking about my sister does to me.
“Yes.” Jonathan’s voice is happy. I pull him into a hug. I wish I had his strength when it comes to this decision.
“We’ll go over there and take a look.” I shut off the car to walk him into Joan’s. After getting the lecture of showing too much skin from Joan, I head over to the bar to help Nic out. I’m looking forward to hanging with my girls and drinking, I just hope I can calm my nerves before I get there.
Max
I hate how I left Reagan. Yeah, we kissed goodbye but talking about her moving bothered me. I need to figure out how to broach the subject of the store. It’s going to suck not being able to walk out of my door to see her. I’m startled out of my thoughts by a knock on my truck.
“You staying or coming?” Shawn has a smirk on his face. Meeting Shawn when we came down here almost a year ago has been fun. We both have a similar personality, especially when it comes to women. Now that my sister who is my best friend and his best friend, Cash, are married, we’re the single guys.
“Ready to get your ass handed to you?” I quip as I jump down from my truck.
“Oh, please! These guns—” Shawn flexes his arms “—are made to kick your ass in any sport.” I laugh as I grab my golf bag out of my back seat. “Abby has Cash’s balls in her vice, so he won’t be joining us.” I shake my head because I know Cash is whipped, but I also know how hard it is to say no to Abby.
“This is why I stick to one-night ladies, no grabbing my balls.” Shawn nods in agreeance as we head to the country club door to get our tee time. “What’s the plan for tonight?”
“Nic’s bar. They have a ladies’ night.” Shawn wiggles his eyebrows.
“Lots of women for our picking.” Reagan pops into my head, and I smile knowing that I get to have her tonight so I don’t need to pick anyone up.
“Oh, no, not you too! Cash makes the same face when he thinks about Abby. Did you find a regular pussy to visit?” He laughs.
“No. My neighbor … I have plans with her when I get back to my apartment.” I play it cool not to give anything away.
“So more ladies for me then.” We start playing golf, talking about Cash and Abby, the hotel and ladies’ night. Two hours later, we agree that golf is not Shawn’s sport. “Basketball next time. You and Cash can keep golf. I’m so bored.”
“Maybe your guns are the problem.” We are in the country club restaurant and have ordered a beer and a couple of appetizers since I was starving. “See you tonight, man.”
“Nic’s Bar, do you remember how to get there?”
“I think so. If not, I’ll call.” Shawn scribbles down the address on a napkin. I put the napkin in my pocket as we head out to the parking lot. We part ways, but I sit in my truck checking messages. I see the icon for a voicemail so I click to listen to it.
“Hey, Max, it’s Reagan. I forgot to give you my number so here it is.” I save the message and her number. I call her back once I’m out of the parking lot and headed home.
“Hello?” Reagan answers, distracted.
“Reagan.”
“Yes, this is Reagan.”
“Max.” She laughs into the phone.
“I didn’t even look before answering my phone. What’s up?”
“Are you at the apartment?”
“No, I just dropped Jonathan off and heading to meet up with my friend.”
“Damn, I was hoping to see you naked in the daylight.”
“Oh, well, play your cards right, and you just might tomorrow morning and afternoon. I don’t have to pick Jonathan up until Monday.”
“Oh, I like that, but can I see you now?”
“Max, are you wanting to get your dick wet before going out tonight?” I’m shock by her words. I expect these words from Shawn, not my Reagan. My Reagan?
“I only want my dick getting wet by your pussy, but can’t blame a guy for trying.”
“Where are you?” Reagan’s voice has a hint of curiosity.
“I just pulled into the parking lot of the apartment building.”
“Damn, I’m a half hour away, and I need to meet my friend in like ten minutes. I guess you’re going to have to wait until tonight. Oh, Max?”
“Yeah?” I walk into my apartment and toss the keys on the counter.
“I’m wearing a short skirt and no underwear,” Reagan says in a husky voice. I groan as I notice that she’s hung up. My cock grows hard thinking about Reagan being naked under that skirt, bent over a table with my dick inside her, and her screaming my name. I look down to see my khakis sporting a tent. I take off my clothes, leaving them as I walk into my room. I sit down on my bed, swirling my pre-cum around my head to help lubricate me as I start to masturbate.
I grab my shaft hard, moving up and down. I hear my cell phone ringing the tone that I gave to Reagan. I get off the bed to find my pants and answer it.
“You are a naughty girl. I’m so hard thinking about you in a short skirt with nothing on underneath.” Reagan chuckles in the phone. “You need to take care of this, it’s your fault.”
“How am I do that when I’m not there?”
“Talk me through it then.”
“You want me to talk you through what?” I can hear her smile through the phone. She’s taunting me.
“I want every little detail of what you plan on doing to me after our night out.”
“Max,” her voice is breathy, “get on your bed and wrap your hand around your cock. I want you to be moving it up and down while I speak to you. Do you understand?” I nod. “Max?”
“Sorry, yes. I guess you can’t see my head nodding, huh?”
“I’m straddling your legs, naked. My right hand is playing with my clit to get me nice and wet for your hard cock. I’m always wet when you’re around, but I need to be even wetter for the things I have planned for you. No touching me, I’m in total control.” I close my eyes, playing with my cock, envisioning this scene unfolding before me. “I’m nice and wet so I stand above you as I slowly lower myself down on top of you. I line up your hard cock at my entrance. Slowly, I take you inch by inch, driving you crazy that you just can’t thrust into me like you enjoy doing.
“I circle my hips, grabbing my nipples, pinching them, bringing me pain and pleasure.” I notice that her voice is slightly shaky. “I start moving up and down as you meet me thrust for thrust. You take my nipple into your mouth, sucking on it. There is a POP as you remove my nipple and attack the other one.”
“Your thrusts are more demanding, hard as you pound into me. You flip me over on my back so you have total control on the speed.” I moan listening to her words, pumping my cock. I hear her words and she is panting.
“Reagan, are you playing with yourself?” I ask because I need to know.
“Yes,” she answers quietly. “Ready for more?”
“God, yes. I’m close.”
“Good, I want to come together with you. Tak
e your left hand, grab your balls. Play with them, roll them around like a pair of dice.” I do as I’m told.
“You’re thrusting into me while my legs are wrapped around your waist. My heels are pushing into your ass cheeks, encouraging you to go harder. I love when you pound me hard.” I hear her fingers and wetness–it’s my undoing. “Max, how close, baby?” Reagan whispers those four words.
“So close, Reagan.”
“Good, because I’m coming, Max. God, Max!” she yells my name as she pants into the phone. I grunt out her name as I come on my stomach. “Wow,” Reagan whispers into the phone. “I only called to say I was sorry for teasing, never thought that we would be getting each other off.”
“Apology accepted.” She laughs and we hang up. I walk to the shower, whistling. Reagan is going to be the death of me.
Reagan
“You had sex!” Nicarra yells at me as I enter her bar.
“What?” I look around the bar to see who’s listening only to see about twenty people—a few of them look at me.
“Will you shut up? And no, I didn’t have sex.” I pull Nic into the office off the bar.
“Your cheeks are flushed, and your hair is kind of messy.” She fluffs the back of my head.
“I had phone sex.” I blush and can’t forget how that is so out of character for me. Max is having an effect on me, and I like it.
“With who? I didn’t know you were seeing someone. Have you been holding out on me?”
“I’m not seeing anyone, and my new neighbor. When he is near me, I can’t think straight, and all I want to do is have sex with him.”
“It’s about freaking time. I want to meet this guy and thank him for clearing out the cobwebs of your vagina.” I pick up the stapler and motion to throw at her, but a knock from one of her employees stops me from doing it. “Yeah, I’ll be right out. Clean yourself up so you can bartend for a couple of hours.”
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