Page 59 of Some Sort of Crazy (Happy Crazy Love 2)
“Fuck!” My balls tightened up and I waited until the last possible second before I pulled out and took my cock in my fist, working my hand up and down as I came all over her.
I swear I lost vision.
I might have lost my hearing too.
When I could see again, I flattened a palm on her upper back and blinked in amazed, grateful disbelief at the sight of what I’d just done to her. Truthfully, I’d done dirtier things to other girls, but it hadn’t felt nearly so illicit. Doing this stuff with Natalie was like stealing a priceless work of art and getting away with it.
If only I could keep it.
But I couldn’t. I had to give her back the day after tomorrow, which meant that I had only one more day and night to spend with her.
Unless…
No. Don’t start making any promises you can’t keep. This sweet, beautiful girl you adore just let you tie her up in your closet, lick bourbon off her body, and come all over her ass. She’s your friend. Enough.
Gently I slipped her wrists from the tie I’d used to bind them and pulled the blindfold off as well. Taking her hand, I led her into the bathroom where I ran the shower, slipped in beside her, and washed her off from head to toe.
Clean and damp, we slid between the sheets of my bed and snuggled up together, her head on my chest, her leg over my waist. I put an arm around her shoulders and a hand on her thigh, pressing my lips to her head as we drifted off to sleep.
It felt so good. What the fuck was the matter with me that I didn’t want this forever?
• • •
The next morning, I woke up to the sound of rain against the window. Immediately I felt around for Natalie, but she wasn’t there. I reached for my glasses, and once they were on I saw her standing at the window peeking out the side of the shade, stark naked.
I was speechless. She looked so beautiful in the soft gray light filtering through the shade. My plan had been to let her sleep in and go get us some breakfast, but I’d woken up semi-hard and now the sight of her had me at full mast.
She looked over her shoulder and smiled at me. “Morning.”
“Morning.” My voice cracked, but something inside me was cracking too.
“It’s raining.”
“I hear it. What time is it?”
“A little after nine. I thought I’d sleep more, but I’m so used to getting up early, I can’t help it. Hope I didn’t wake you.”
“You didn’t. Come here.” My entire body was aching for her. This was so uncool.
But I had to have her near me.
With the smile still on her face, she came back to bed, sidling up next to me. “So what do you do with your rainy days?”
I took off my glasses and set them aside. “Usually, I write. Go to the gym. Hang out. I was thinking of going to get us some breakfast just now. I don’t have much food here.”
“I know,” she said, giggling as she threw that arm and leg over me again. “But I don’t think you should go out like this.” She rubbed her inner thigh over my dick, making me groan. “And we can’t let it go to waste.”
Climbing on top of me, she straddled my hips and looked me right in the eye as she licked her fingers and touched herself.
“Jesus, Natalie. Do you want me to shoot my load in my own eye?”
She laughed, getting up higher on her knees and taking my cock in her hand. “No. Although it might be funny to watch.”
“It would be pathetic and juvenile, trust me. Oh, God.” I had to close my eyes as she placed the tip of my cock between her legs and slid down one inch at a time until I was entirely sheathed. It was too much. I twitched inside her.
“Look at me.”
“I can’t.”
