Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27770 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27770 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
“Don’t want to talk about work?”
I shrug. “My job is boring,” I tell her. “It’s all coding and making sure the company is online so they can function and not lose data each night.”
“Are you almost done?”
I nod, not thinking.
“When do you go back to Texas?”
“Uh . . .”
Scotlyn downs her wine. The mention of Texas has caused a shift. I’m supposed to be telling her about how I feel, and how I want to date her.
“Scotlyn,” I say her name and reach for her hand, but she moves it out of my way.
“I think part of me expected you to stay or maybe I thought you were going to be here longer.”
“I like you,” I blurt out. “A lot, and would like to date you.”
Scotlyn smiles. “I don’t want to do long distance, Brent. Which sucks like hell because I like you a lot.”
Even if I lived here, I’d still have to travel for work months on end. I have no choice but to nod.
When the waitress returns to take our order, Scotlyn surprises the shit out of me.
“Thank you, but we’ll take the check.”
“Why?”
She stands and shrugs. “I don’t know, Brent. I think there are things that I want and you’re not there yet. It’s okay.” She leans down, kisses my cheek, and leaves me no choice but to watch her walk away.
Gutted doesn’t begin to describe the way I feel. In just one tiny moment, I’ve lost all chances with her. How did that happen? What’s worse is that I’m angry at myself for not just blurting out what I truly want, that I want her. I pay the very small bill and leave a generous tip. While waiting for my car, my phone vibrates. I look at the screen and see a text message from Christy. My heart stops for a moment, forgetting I had asked her to book me in the Dark Room with the same woman from before.
Christy: We just had a cancellation. One hour. Please confirm.
I’ll be there, I text back.
Christy: Any special requests?
I’ll go in second this time. A stronger man would tell Christy exactly what he wants. I’m not strong and I have no idea.
If I can’t have Scotlyn, then I’ll have faceless, nameless sex.
I stand there, naked, in front of the door leading to the Dark Room and wait for my light to turn green. There are a million and one thoughts running through my mind right now. They go every direction but straight. Straight would tell me what I’m supposed to do. It would give me some indication of how I can fix things with Scotlyn. I get her hesitation. I wouldn’t want to start a relationship with someone who isn’t going to be around. But she knows me. I thought that would be enough.
The light changes to green. I take a deep breath, grab a condom and twist the knob, cloaked in complete darkness. It’s nothing but senses moving forward. The door opens and I inhale.
Her perfume is sweet, and even though the room is thoroughly cleaned after each person uses it, the faint scent of sex fills the air. My cock twitches. He has a mind of his own and knows what is about to happen.
My partner shifts. Her body rustles against the silk sheets. I head toward the bed, walking carefully until my knees touch the mattress. She’s there. I may not be able to see her, but I know she’s there. Her breathing fills the silence. My hand slides along the smooth sheets until my fingers come in contact with skin.
She gasps and my hand continues to slide up her leg, pausing at her knee. My finger circles her kneecap and her leg shifts slightly from being tickled. I use this to my advantage and push her leg to the side, opening her for me.
Now what?
My mind races. Images from the movies I’ve watched return in a flurry, taking over my thoughts. I have a checklist of things I want to do. One of them is to taste her, to lay my tongue flat against her pussy.
Her other leg spreads out wider. Is she encouraging me? Eager?
Bored?
No, I can’t have her bored. I want this. Her.
I lie on my stomach, my feet hanging over the side, and kiss her thighs. Each side gets attention as I move closer to her center. Her scent beckons me, calls me to where her body wants me.
The woman who has graciously given me her body, threads her fingers through my hair, her nails scratching my scalp and pushing me forward.
Yes, this is what she wants.
I scoot forward, nuzzling her center and inhaling her sweet nectar. My dick is hard and pushing into the mattress, making my slow and unsteady movements painful.
Another kiss on her thighs and then I move to the middle. I kiss her there, and it’s like a switch goes off in my head. My arms go under her legs, the wrapper of the condom pressing against her skin. The grip I have on her legs brings her closer to me and my tongue presses against her core. One swipe, and then another.