Valerie gets a wicked gleam in her eye as she cups her breasts in her own hands, rolling her pert nipples between her fingers as she simultaneously starts to rock her hips to the same rhythm. Her head falls back as she rides me harder. Her moans are loud and echo across the barely furnished space. She’s so lost in her pleasure that I don’t have it in me to quiet her. I’ve never been with a woman so responsive. So uninhibited.
“Jesus, woman, you’ll be the death of me.”
She moans again, slipping her fingers into my mouth to get them wet before bringing them back to her breasts.
“So fucking hot,” I groan, leaning forward to lap at the swollen buds as she pinches and tweaks them.
“Holy fucking shit,” I hear in a familiar, deep masculine voice. Goddamnit, Jerome—life ruiner.
Valerie doesn’t even slow her speed as she turns to find the man behind the interruption staring at us, slack jawed. She doesn’t scream at him or try to cover up like I expect.
I’m unsure of how to react when she seems to gain momentum, riding me like her next meal depends on it. I can barely focus on anything but the way my cock is swelling in her sweet pussy.
“That’s it, baby. Ride that dick.” Jerome.
Is he still fucking here? What the fuck. “Get. The. Fuck. Out,” I grit out, finding that he’s now only a few feet away, with his dick in his hand, pumping his fist up and down his shaft.
Valerie grabs my head in both of her hands, bringing my eyes to meet hers. “Let him watch,” she groans as she shoves her tongue down my throat.
I feel like I’m having an out of body experience. Blood whooshes in my head, in my ears, pulsing in my cock. I can’t remember ever being so aroused.
The sound of my best friend moaning mixed with moans of my own and the screams now coming from my girl are too much. “I’m gonna come, baby.”
“Yes,” she screams, reaching between us to rub her clit. “Yes!”
“Now,” I roar, jerking as hot cum shoots out, filling her pussy. Not the condom. Motherfucker. I didn’t use a condom. I didn’t have time to think when she climbed on top of me.
As she screams her release, jerking and writhing, still riding me bare, my mind fills with worry.
Valerie collapses in a heap on my chest. Hot. Sweaty. Sated.
“Man, that was better than porn any fucking day. Maybe next time I can get in on that action?” Jerome asks, shoving his fucking anaconda back into his boxers.
“Fuck you,” I rasp, feeling Valerie’s body shake with laughter as I begin righting her clothes, suddenly aware that he’s still staring at her naked body.
He puts his hands up in surrender, backing away slowly. “Hey, you’re the ones fucking in communal property. Figured you didn’t mind an audience.” He shrugs, giving Val a wink. “When you get tired of that Vienna sausage...I got a foot long with your name all over it, Miss Val.”
I’m going to kick his fucking ass. Setting Val on her feet, I stand, ready to do just that when he starts laughing and hauls off to his room.
“You find that funny?” I ask the vixen behind me, who’s now in hysterics.
She nods, unable to speak as she wipes tears from her eyes.
I have no clue what to say, so I stand there until she gets ahold of herself, wondering who this girl is and what I’ve just gotten myself into. Has there ever been a more perfect woman?
“I can’t believe we just did that,” she finally says, blushing. She has the nerve to fucking blush right now? Incredible. “It was hot, right? I’ve never done it with an audience before.” She saunters over, wrapping her arms around my neck. Val rises to her toes, tracing her tongue along my jaw. “Thank you,” she whispers.
“For fucking you in front of a peeping Tom?”
“For fulfilling one of my fantasies. I’ve always wanted to try exhibitionism.”
She’s an anomaly. “It was hot,” I agree. “But I draw the line at his participation. This is mine,” I growl, cupping her pussy in my hand. I’m pretty sure I surprise us both with the possessiveness in my tone.
She smiles up at me wantonly. “It’s yours,” she agrees.
Leaning down, I suck her sex-swollen lips between mine. Long, languid strokes, deep and filled with passion get my heart racing all over again. After long minutes and a mind that just won’t quit, I pull away.
“Babe, please tell me you’re on some kind of birth control?”
“A little late to ask, don’t cha think?” she teases, flitting her tongue along my neck. “I’m on the pill,” she answers after letting me sweat it out for a minute. “I’m not that irresponsible, Pete.”
Oh, thank God. I release a huge sigh of relief. “I just thought you might have gotten caught up in the heat of the moment like I did and...oopsed.”
“Breathe,” she giggles. “No oopses.”
Heart racing.
Blood pumping.
Warm wetness engulfs me. The dream is so real that I jerk awake.
It’s pitch dark, and I can’t see a thing, but the heat...it’s still there. I’m hard as a fucking rock. A light sheen of sweat covers my body.
Reaching between my legs, I find a head full of long, thick hair bobbing up and down my shaft. Slurping noises fill the room, followed by a pop when my dick slips free before she takes me again...all the way to the back of her throat.
The night before comes back. Valerie. My girl.
She moans, swirling her tongue around the head before working her way back down.
“Oh God. Like that, baby girl.” I feel heat collect in my cock as she works my morning wood like a stripper on a pole. I’m impossibly hard, the feeling of her mouth inexplicably euphoric.
“Mmmmm,” Val moans, pumping the base with her hand and hollowing her cheeks as she sucks me hard.
The pressure builds, and I begin thrusting my hips. Fucking her mouth. Chasing my imminent release. Val reciprocates, meeting me thrust for thrust. Deep throating. Taking it like a fucking champ.
Thick, hot cum juts out in spurts, shooting down her throat. Val doesn’t let up ’til she’s swallowed every last drop. After which she lets my cock slip from her lips and places a kiss right at the tip before crawling up my body.
Val snuggles into the crook of my arm, resting her head on my chest, right over my racing heart.
“That was amazing,” I say, still trying to catch my breath, as I trail my fingers through her bed-tangled hair.
“I couldn’t help myself. It was like a light saber jabbing me in the back. Taunting me. I couldn’t just leave you like that.”
I chuckle. “You do realize that happens every night, multiple times a night, right?”
“Oh God. Was that a pee hard-on? I just assumed since we only went to bed like three hours ago that it was because you were sleeping next to me...Did I hurt you?”
“No,” I snort. “You most definitely did not hurt me. That was incredible, babe.”
“Do you have to pee?”
“I don’t even know right now. I’m still reeling from your performance.”
I feel her smile against my chest. “Were you impressed?”
“I am. And reassured.”
“Reassured of what?” She props up on her elbow to face me. Now that my eyes have adjusted, I can see the faintest outline of her features. Perfection.
“That I can convert you.”
“Convert me?”
The bed shakes with the force of my laughter. “You just swallowed like two-hundred-million little sperm. Imagine all the potential babies swimming around in your tummy right now.”
Ouch. I flinch as her elbow connects with a rib. “They weren’t babies. They were sperm...which are nothing without an egg...so...”
“So...they were half babies. Animal byproduct at the very least. Pretty sure I just stole your veg-inity, pal.”
“Look,” she says, sounding defensive, “I don’t eat animals because the thought makes me physically ill, and I’m not into using products that cause innocent
animals pain. My slurping down your nut brought you nothing but pleasure, amiright? So, my moral compass is just fine.”
“I’m just teasing ya, baby girl.”
“I’m really more of a vegetarian, I guess, if I had to put a label on it. I never really called myself vegan until I interviewed and got the job with Vanessa. She takes it to the extreme, and she demands the same of her employees. Only hires true vegans...whose names begin with V. It’s a little excessive.” A little?
Reaching for her hand, I lace my fingers with hers. “Does it bother you that I eat meat?” Not that I plan to stop, but now that she’s gotten under my skin, what she thinks of me matters.
“My entire life I’ve been surrounded by people who eat meat. I can’t say that it doesn’t bother me, but it’s not something I allow to ruin relationships and friendships over, ya know? If you can sleep easy knowing you ate Bambi for dinner...”
“Like the dead,” I assure her.
“I believe it. You had some major rigor mortis setting in,” she teases, clutching my now semi hard-on in her palm.
BAMP! BAMP! BAMP!
Morning already? Ugh. Reaching out, I begin blindly slapping my hand at my iPhone until the alarm stops. Then I feel for Valerie, hoping for a morning quickie, and find the bed where she was asleep just hours ago ice cold. Nice.
Feeling a little let down, I trudge to the shower to get ready for work. When I go back into the room to grab my phone before heading out, I find a folded-up note, written on the back of a crumpled receipt she must’ve found lying around the room.
Butcher,
Sorry to run out on you so early. Thanks again for helping me with school and for...well, you know. After. Here’s my number, if you want to text me or maybe call. If not, no biggie. Just wanted you to have it. (555) 333-1234. Have a great day at work dicing up feral animals. *winky face*
Your girl,
Val
XOXOXOX
My girl. It’s a little frightening how much I like the sound of that.
There’s a renewed bounce in my step as I practically skip down the stairs, relieved that she didn’t just run out on me.
“My, aren’t we full of sunshine and rainbows this morning?” Jerome snickers, waiting for me with a cup of coffee in his outstretched hand.
Snatching the Yeti tumbler away, I glare at him. “Yeah, you better come with a peace offering, you sick fuck.”
“Dude, that girl is fucking ho—”
“Don’t,” I deadpan in a tone boding no argument.
“Man, you are really into this chick,” he says like it’s the strangest thing he’s ever heard.
I answer with a shrug.
“Damn it! What happened to playing the field? Single life. Sowing oats and all that shit?”
He’s right. That was the plan. I wasn’t looking to tie myself to any girl. I get that he’s a little perturbed. “I don’t know,” I answer honestly because I don’t have a single fucking clue why I’ve become so obsessed with this woman.
“Pete, can you stop looking at that phone with those googly eyes and that gay ass smile for two minutes. It’s fucking disturbing,” Jerome grumbles like a petulant child. “I had to put up with that shit all day yesterday, now today too. She’ll be back at work tomorrow. Chill. For real. We’ve got a business to run.”
“You’re one to talk. Creeper. I wasn’t the one getting off on your dick the other night.” I am never going to let him live that shit down, even if he is sort of right. I have been preoccupied with my phone since Val gave me her digits.
Jerome gets this weird look on his face, but it’s gone in an instant. Maybe I imagined it. “Speaking of your dick...Did she do it?”
Ignoring his question, I slip the phone into my pocket, slap on a pair of latex gloves, and go to work chopping up another chicken. All of a sudden I’ve grown a conscience and that bet has my gut churning with guilt. If Val ever found out...
“Oh no. You don’t get to avoid the question. A bet’s a bet. Ain’t my fault you went and fell for the girl...”
Before I can tell him to fuck off, I hear a gasp from the rear entry. I don’t even have to turn around to know that Valerie is standing right behind me. Of course she is.
“Well, butcher,” Val says, her voice unusually high pitched. “You gonna answer the man or what? A bet’s a fucking bet, and I’m just dying to know the results.”
Shit. Dropping the knife, I remove my gloves as I turn to face her. Her honey eyes are welling with tears. “Baby girl, shit. Just give me a minute to get cleaned up and I’ll explain.”
She shakes her head and tears begin to trickle down her cheeks. “What was the bet, Peter? It’s not a difficult question.” We’re back to Peter. Ouch.
“I wasn’t going to tell him, Val. I swear it.”
“Tell. Him. What?” The break in her voice is a knife in my gut.
“Jerome bet me that you wouldn’t swallow...because of the vegan thing.”
Silently she nods her head, no doubt replaying the early morning events of yesterday and the stupid comment I made. “How much?” she croaks.
“Five hundred dollars.”
Val’s mouth falls to the floor. “So that’s why you came on to me?” Her eyes narrow as she takes a few steps back. “It had nothing to do with destiny or even attraction...I was a bet.”
“No.”
“No?”
Fuck. “I mean, yes, but that was before.”
She snorts, rolling her eyes.
“I wasn’t going to tell him. I swear it.” I start toward her, and she holds her hands up, palms out.
“I have to go. Really, it’s for the best. You are certainly not worth losing my job over.” Then she turns to leave, and I don’t even bother to follow her, because what else can I say? She needs time. Hell, I need time to figure out how to fix this shit.
“You knew she was behind me.” It’s not a question, and he doesn’t bother trying to deny it.
“I’m sorry, man,” Jerome says, hanging his head. “I don’t know what possessed me to do that.”
“That was fucked up,” is all I can manage.
Jerome is jealous, much like he was when I dated Roxy. The difference is, I allowed his antics back then because I didn’t actually want to be in a relationship with her. Valerie is different. I can tell by the look on his face that Jerome gets that now.
“SHE STILL NOT TALKING to ya?” Jerome inquires on our morning drive to the shop.
“Nope.” I’m trying really hard not to lose my cool with him again. It’s been four damn days and she hasn’t answered a single text or phone call. Turns her head whenever she sees me around.
“Want some advice?”
“Nope,” I reply, increasing the volume on the radio in hopes he will just shut up already.
Jerome turns the radio off, ignoring me. “All right. Here’s what I think...Little Miss Exhibitionist didn’t fall for some watered down, pussified version of Pete Johnson. She knows you’re fucking sorry, man. You can only say the words so many times before you start to look pathetic.”
I planned on tuning him out, but this idiot is actually making some sense. Weird.
“I’m listening.”
“You need to go balls to the wall, man. Get in her face. Be assertive and go after what you want. That’s what won her over in the first place. Trust me, it wasn’t your charm.”
“I’m charming.”
Jerome gives me a side-eyed smirk. “As a pig in shit, but you make it work.”
At 8:30, I leave Jerome to run the market and head over to the bagel place for dinner. It’s Thursday night and Val’s night to close. The way I see it, if I can get in while there are still people, there’s a damn good chance she won’t throw me out on my ass.
A sick feeling settles in my stomach, but I waltz right up to the counter with as much confidence as I can muster. Fake it ’til ya make it, right? Val instinctively licks her lips as she undresses me with her eyes. My blood heats under her perusa
l as a knowing smile splits my face. “See something you like?” I ask, breaking her stare.
A blush appears on her cheeks as she shakes herself from a stupor. Val clears her throat loudly. “Mr. Johnson, what can I get for you?” she asks, all businesslike.
“Miss Cooter,” I answer, giving her my best smolder.
She widens her eyes in annoyance. “I asked what you want.”
Placing my palms on the counter, I lean in close, invading her space. Breathing in her scent. “And I answered. Are you not on the menu tonight?”
Her arms cross over her chest, pushing those perfect little titties up. “Order something to eat or leave, Peter. Don’t make a scene.”
“I’d like to eat you,” I husk, my voice low and seductive. “I’d like to spread you out on that counter back there and eat that pretty pu—”
“Pete!” she hisses, glancing around at the other customers to make sure they didn’t hear me.
“And just like that, we’re pals.”
“We are not.”
“You called me Pete.”
“That’s your name.”
I give her a knowing wink. I’d already forgotten how much fun this is...getting her all flustered. “Fine. What do you suggest?”
She blows out a sigh of relief. “What are you in the mood for?”
“I already told you...” My eyes rove over her body, taking in every curve. “But you shot me down.”
Her blush deepens, spreading down her neck and to the tops of her breasts. “Most of the men seem to like the number ten. It’s a bagel with asparagus and shiitake mushrooms grilled with garlic and green onion. We top it off with guacamole, lime, cilantro, and hot sauce. How’s that sound?”
“Like it would be delightful with some grilled chicken.”
The bell chimes and a family of four lines up behind me. “Be with you in just a moment,” my girl says sweetly.
“I’ll take two of those shiitake things.”
She puts in my order and tells me to go and find a seat and that she’ll bring it out when it’s ready.
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