Total pages in book: 163
Estimated words: 164828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 824(@200wpm)___ 659(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 824(@200wpm)___ 659(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
We had to pull into another bar we walked past and have another two cocktails before we had pizza. Now, finally, we’re home.
I have her stilettos in one hand, and a vice-like grip on her hand with the other as she sways.
“Stand still,” I say.
“Stop bossing me around,” she slurs.
I struggle with the key. “I like bossing you around.”
“No shit.” She widens her eyes at me.
I smile, the key turns, and we stumble through the door. Before I can say a word, Eliza reaches down to the hem of her dress and lifts it over her head.
She is wearing a black G-string, and when she turns toward me, I burst out laughing. “What the fuck is on your boobs?”
She looks down and frowns with a stumble. “Oh. Nipple covers.”
“What the hell are they?”
“They stop you from getting all… nippy.”
“Nippy?”
She peels them off and slaps them on my cheeks. I look at her in horror. “You did not just do that.”
“Yeah, I did… cause you’re a real boob.” She bursts out laughing and points at me. “Get it, because you got nipple covers on your face… cause you’re a boob.”
I roll my eyes. “Hilarious. Get into the bathroom.”
I lead her in and sit her up on the counter. She smiles goofily at me.
She watches on as I put makeup remover onto a cotton pad, and she closes her eyes. She knows the routine; we’ve done this many times before. She can’t sleep until her makeup is taken off. She tosses and turns all night, and it’s easier to do it now rather than in an hour.
I wipe the makeup off one eye, and then the other. Her dark lashes flutter as I wipe each of them, and I find myself smiling down as I watch her.
Her cheekbones are high, and her big sultry lips are parted slightly.
My heart constricts in my chest.
“Nathe.” Her hands are on my thighs.
“Yeah, baby,” I whisper.
“I love you.”
I smile softly. She loves me every time she’s drunk. “I know.”
“Do you love me?”
I lean down and kiss her forehead. “You know I do.”
She rests her sleepy head on my chest. “Can we go to bed now?” she whispers. “I’m very tired.”
“Nearly finished.” I wipe the rest of her makeup off and rinse it clean, and then I lead her into the bedroom. I turn down the blankets, and she flops back onto her back. I lift her legs so that she’s lying comfortably, and soon her lashes flutter as she fights sleep.
My eyes roam down her body and a strange feeling washes over me. I’ve seen Eliza with no clothes on many times before but tonight she feels so… naked.
Raw.
My eyes roam down over her full breasts, then her stomach, her muscular thighs, before resting on her black G-string.
I stare at her for a moment, and my imagination takes me to a new place.
What would it be like to be inside her?
I get a vision of her opening her legs and my body sliding deep inside of hers. The blood rushes to my cock and I lose all coherent thought.
I close my eyes as the air leaves my lungs.
No.
When I open my eyes, I’m unable to help it. I unzip my jeans and take my cock in my hand. Slowly, I stroke it as I drink her in.
She softly moans and rearranges her legs. I can almost feel her movement to the tip of my cock, and I inhale sharply.
Fuck.
I need to get out of here. This is… wrong.
I stumble into the bathroom, lock the door and peel my clothes off. I turn the shower on and get in under the hot water. I oil my hand up, and with thoughts of my best friend running naked through my mind…
I fuck myself.
Hard.
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Nathan
“Nathan.” The voice is gravelly and hoarse.
I frown, my eyes still closed.
“Nathan. Jesus Christ, get your dick out of my back.”
My eyes snap open. “What?”
I’m cuddling Eliza from behind. My hand is resting between her bare breasts, and my erect cock is nudged firmly against her lower back.
“Shit.” I scramble to my side of the bed. “Fuck, sorry. It’s morning…” I splutter as I run my hands through my hair.
“Hmm.” She grumbles before she drifts back off to sleep.
I close my eyes in horror.
I get up, go to the bathroom, and then ease myself back onto my side of the bed, lying dangerously close to the edge. I stare at her as if she’s a ferocious animal, because at this moment, to me, she is.
This is the unknown to me. This has never happened before.
Why is it happening now?
“Hmm.” She pushes her behind toward me.
I stay silent.
She does it again. “Nathe, cuddle me,” she mumbles sleepily.
Fuck.
I pull her close and hold her tight as a sense of dread fills my soul.
And it’s not about my dick this morning; that shit happens. It’s about last night.