Page 54 of Stroked Hard
He pulls on his hair, his bicep flexing, his abs contracting. Seriously . . . Fuck. Me.
“I have to get out of here before I do something completely inappropriate.”
Completely inappropriate? What the hell? Pushing my luck, I ask, “Like what?”
His head is bent toward the floor. His hand is running through his hair as his eyes glance up at me and a wicked smile caresses his mouth. “Like what? Well for one, pulling down the cup of your bra and sucking on your tit right here in the hallway of your apartment building, followed by a good finger fucking. Shit.” He pulls on his hair some more. “What I wouldn’t give to sink my fingers into that sweet pussy of yours.” He takes a deep breath, whereas I can’t find my breath to save my life. “But not tonight.”
Backing away some more, he looks pained as he continues to put distance between us. He bites his bottom lip, looks me up and down, his gaze blazing a trail of fire all across my skin.
“Fuck, I have to go. Until next time, boo.” He winks and takes off down the stairs, his shirt, that’s tucked in the back of his low-riding shorts, flapping against his legs.
I stand there for a few moments in the hallway, trying to calm down my raging hormones, my racing heart, and the throbbing that’s taken up residence between my legs.
Shit, there is only one thing that can stop that.
Making work of my lock, I let myself in my apartment, lock up, and head to my bedroom, bypassing everything until I reach my shower. Not even bothering to turn the heat on, I strip down and take the coldest shower I can muster. It’s torture, and by the time I’m finished, it’s done nothing for to calm me down.
Which means . . .
I put on a pair of my favorite lacey boy shorts, a crop top that sits just below my breasts, let my hair air dry, and brush my teeth. Getting ready for bed has never been so fast, especially with images of Hollis running through my head. Not to mention, the feel of his lips burning me, imprinting on me, making one hell of an impression with just the gentle caress of his mouth.
He didn’t even use tongue, for goodness sake, and here I am, charging into my bed, legs spread, and vibrator in hand.
Only needing my clit stimulator since I’m already throbbing and ready to go, I press it in just the right place, turn on the power, and relax into my mattress.
Yesss . . .
It’s not what I really want, but it will do.
The vibration shocks me between my legs, releasing a cool, slick sweat along my skin. My breath hitches and my toes start to go numb. That’s how close I am. I knew it wouldn’t take very long. I’m moving the stimulator ever so slightly, my hips unable to stay in one place, reaching for the precipice of my orgasm.
I’m right there. I can feel everything start to tumble just as there is a loud knock at my door, startling the shit out of me.
“Christ!” I shout. Stumbling off the mattress, fumbling with my vibrator so it rolls under my bed. Another knock follows a ring of my doorbell.
Who the hell could be coming over now?
Unless . . .
My face turns even brighter as I hear Hollis’s voice from down the hall.
“Melony, I know you’re in there. Open up.”
Oh no, what does he want? Is it to finish what he started? Will he be able to tell I already got a head start on that?
Tip toing to the entryway, I answer, “What do you want?”
“Open up. I need help.”
He sounds genuine, like he actually needs help and is not going to ask for help in getting off by a handy in the hallway.
Conceding, I open the doorway, forgetting completely what I’m wearing until Hollis takes me in, his eyes turning to molten lava.
“Fuck,” he mutters, running his hand over his face. Looking down, he says, “Uh, I need to stay at your place tonight.”
“Let me guess, because you have an itch only I can scratch?” There is the sass I was missing earlier.
“Well, that’s true but that’s not why I have to spend the night. I locked myself out of my condo and no one is in the office to give me a spare key. I don’t have my phone either, so I’m kind of fucked right about now.”
