fumbled with my jeans and freed my cock. As I crouched over Hannah's sex, three fingers inside of her and my lips, tongue, and teeth toying with her clit, I pumped my shaft.
She came moments before I did. She was still rigid with ecstasy when I climbed over her and milked my cum onto her sex.
"Perfect," I whispered.
Hannah reached for me.
I rolled her panting body onto mine and we laughed and held one another in the dark.
_____
The sun was out when I pulled up to Hannah's house. It was near six.
Hannah and I sat in the car trying to say goodbye. A black cloud settled over me at the thought of my empty apartment and a day apart from her.
When could I see her again? Would it be weird to ask?
"Well, it was nice to finally meet you," Hannah said, laughing halfheartedly.
I frowned at my phone. When all else fails, stare mopily at technology.
"Mm."
"Oh, okay." She nudged my shoulder. "What's up?"
"Nothing."
"Matt. I have no job and no obligations besides maybe driving my sister to work and walking the dog. We can hang out again, like, as soon as I wake up."
I glanced at her sharply. Was my neediness that transparent?
"Fine," I said. "Good. I'll call."
"After you get out of work?" she hedged.
Damn, work . Obviously Hannah was laboring under the impression that I had a day job. I had no desire to lie to Hannah more than I already was, but I definitely didn't need her to know about my career as a writer and my huge inheritance to boot.
I didn't want Hannah to see dollar signs when she looked at me.
I didn't want Hannah to see M. Pierce when she looked at me.
I wanted Hannah to see me , whoever I really was.
"Yeah," I said carefully. "I'll call you after work."
She beamed and leaned in to kiss my cheek. I turned and caught her face between my hands, bringing our lips together.
Despite last night and the best sex of my life, Hannah and I hadn't truly kissed yet.
She inhaled sharply and then melted against me. I moaned into her mouth. Her warm arms wound around my neck.
Finally, we drew apart and Hannah searched my eyes.
"No way," she mumbled. "Your eyes are green."
"Mm. My name is Matthew Sky. Matthew Robert Sky Jr."
Introductions, first kisses, even a good look at one another—Hannah and I had steamrolled over all of it in our frenzy.
"Sky," she repeated. Her dark eyes glittered. "Matthew Robert Sky Jr. I like it."
"That's convenient." I smirked. "Oh and... it was nice to meet you too, Hannah. More than nice." I trailed my hand down her chest. I felt her heart rate accelerating. I knew I needed to maintain the illusion that I had a job to get to, but at the moment I was more interested in where Hannah and I could have a morning quickie.
I looked toward the house just in time to see someone flouncing across the lawn.
"What the—"
"Oh god," Hannah groaned. She stumbled out of the car and tried to intercept the girl. It must have been Hannah's sister. Same dark hair, same pretty eyes and expressive mouth, but where Hannah had soft curves and flawless skin, this girl had tight muscle and tattoos. Oh, and one too many piercings.
The girl blew by Hannah and thrust her head in the open passenger-side window.
"Hey! Oh wow. Wow. Very nice..."
I glared ahead. I couldn't tell if she meant me or my car or both.
"Hi," I muttered.
"Ha! You must be Mr. Frostypants."
"And you must be the stripper."
"Damn straight. I'm Christine. Chrissy if you like." She slapped the side of my car. "I'm a dyno girl. You know, the Dynamite Club. Ever been? It's downtown Boulder. Oh my god, you and Hannah should so come some time."
I glanced at Hannah, who was hovering behind her sister and wringing her hands.
"Did you hear that Hannah? Apparently we should come."
Hannah blanched, then blushed furiously. Adorable. She glared at me and began to tug on Chrissy's hand.
"Let's go," she hissed.
"I'm serious!" Chrissy insisted.
"I can tell," I said, grinning helplessly, "but I think the last thing your sister and I want
She came moments before I did. She was still rigid with ecstasy when I climbed over her and milked my cum onto her sex.
"Perfect," I whispered.
Hannah reached for me.
I rolled her panting body onto mine and we laughed and held one another in the dark.
_____
The sun was out when I pulled up to Hannah's house. It was near six.
Hannah and I sat in the car trying to say goodbye. A black cloud settled over me at the thought of my empty apartment and a day apart from her.
When could I see her again? Would it be weird to ask?
"Well, it was nice to finally meet you," Hannah said, laughing halfheartedly.
I frowned at my phone. When all else fails, stare mopily at technology.
"Mm."
"Oh, okay." She nudged my shoulder. "What's up?"
"Nothing."
"Matt. I have no job and no obligations besides maybe driving my sister to work and walking the dog. We can hang out again, like, as soon as I wake up."
I glanced at her sharply. Was my neediness that transparent?
"Fine," I said. "Good. I'll call."
"After you get out of work?" she hedged.
Damn, work . Obviously Hannah was laboring under the impression that I had a day job. I had no desire to lie to Hannah more than I already was, but I definitely didn't need her to know about my career as a writer and my huge inheritance to boot.
I didn't want Hannah to see dollar signs when she looked at me.
I didn't want Hannah to see M. Pierce when she looked at me.
I wanted Hannah to see me , whoever I really was.
"Yeah," I said carefully. "I'll call you after work."
She beamed and leaned in to kiss my cheek. I turned and caught her face between my hands, bringing our lips together.
Despite last night and the best sex of my life, Hannah and I hadn't truly kissed yet.
She inhaled sharply and then melted against me. I moaned into her mouth. Her warm arms wound around my neck.
Finally, we drew apart and Hannah searched my eyes.
"No way," she mumbled. "Your eyes are green."
"Mm. My name is Matthew Sky. Matthew Robert Sky Jr."
Introductions, first kisses, even a good look at one another—Hannah and I had steamrolled over all of it in our frenzy.
"Sky," she repeated. Her dark eyes glittered. "Matthew Robert Sky Jr. I like it."
"That's convenient." I smirked. "Oh and... it was nice to meet you too, Hannah. More than nice." I trailed my hand down her chest. I felt her heart rate accelerating. I knew I needed to maintain the illusion that I had a job to get to, but at the moment I was more interested in where Hannah and I could have a morning quickie.
I looked toward the house just in time to see someone flouncing across the lawn.
"What the—"
"Oh god," Hannah groaned. She stumbled out of the car and tried to intercept the girl. It must have been Hannah's sister. Same dark hair, same pretty eyes and expressive mouth, but where Hannah had soft curves and flawless skin, this girl had tight muscle and tattoos. Oh, and one too many piercings.
The girl blew by Hannah and thrust her head in the open passenger-side window.
"Hey! Oh wow. Wow. Very nice..."
I glared ahead. I couldn't tell if she meant me or my car or both.
"Hi," I muttered.
"Ha! You must be Mr. Frostypants."
"And you must be the stripper."
"Damn straight. I'm Christine. Chrissy if you like." She slapped the side of my car. "I'm a dyno girl. You know, the Dynamite Club. Ever been? It's downtown Boulder. Oh my god, you and Hannah should so come some time."
I glanced at Hannah, who was hovering behind her sister and wringing her hands.
"Did you hear that Hannah? Apparently we should come."
Hannah blanched, then blushed furiously. Adorable. She glared at me and began to tug on Chrissy's hand.
"Let's go," she hissed.
"I'm serious!" Chrissy insisted.
"I can tell," I said, grinning helplessly, "but I think the last thing your sister and I want
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