The Build Up (71)

“Thank you for being there for me today, Ari,” said Porter.

“Again, you don’t have to thank me. Besides, you were there for me today, too.”

Porter brushed my hair against the coolness of the pillow, then wrapped my thigh over his leg. I laughed.

Porter kissed my shoulder. “I just love this part of snuggling with you. When your legs wrap around me.”

“Well, you know what they say, thick thighs save lives.”

Porter erupted into laughter. “I suppose so. I guess in a way you saved my life, Ari.”

I looked up, directly into his face. Porter’s green eyes looked like mossy ocean water, inviting me to take a dip. “How did I save your life?”

Porter twirled his index finger in my hair. “Before I met you, I was just existing. Work and life were just routine. Now, I get excited going to work. Because I know you will be there. I never know what I’ll experience with you, Ari. You make me passionate about so many things now. I mean, look at the progress we’ve made in designing the stadium. And today, Jesus, where would I have been without you by my side.”

I bit my lip, holding back tears. My hands rubbed Porter’s sandy brown curls. I lifted my face toward Porter, kissing him softly and slowly until we both fell asleep. Our lips still touching and breathing words unspoken into each other.



Chapter Twenty-Six


Porter


I blinked a few times as my eyes adjusted to the image of Ari straddling me. The sun shone brightly through the blinds and sheer curtains, signaling midmorning. We’d cuddled in her bed all weekend and I preempted the last-minute choice of us playing hooky from work Monday by emailing Ms. Gayle to tell her that Ari and I were working remote. Truth was, I didn’t want to leave Ari. Or her bed. Or her thighs.

Right now, I was enjoying the view.

I peeked up at Ari with one eye slightly closed. “Well, good morning, Mon Coeur. To what do I owe this lovely set of thighs on top of me?”

Ari folded her arms and poked out her lips. With her hair all wild, she looked like one of those Bratz dolls my niece liked to play with. She pouted playfully. “I mean, I loved the cuddling and all. But I want...”

I started laughing, adjusting myself underneath Ari. “You want what, Ari? You need to use your words.”

I could feel my dick growing harder as she shifted around on my lap. Ari’s eyes narrowed and her lips curled up in a knowing, sexy grin. I shifted her Wonder Woman panties to the side with the crook of my finger and stroked between the folds of her pussy until her wetness made my fingers slippery. As much as I wanted to just bend her over and fuck her into a coma, I slowed down.

Ari moaned slightly as she ground her clit against my hand. “Can’t you just make me cum?”

I smiled, looking at the lust-filled expression on her face. I felt my finger become slick with the writhing of Ari’s hips. There was no joy greater than making Ari beg for it.

“I could...if you say please. Say please, Ari.”

I sat up, wrapping her legs around my waist. Ari moved my fingers out of her panties. She took my wet finger and licked it, savoring her own taste. I felt my dick quiver in excitement, reminding me it had been weeks since I’d been inside of her. Ari leaned back on her hands, the strap of her tank bra falling on her shoulders. Her still berry-stained lips parted, and she let out a breathy sigh.

“Please, PJ?”

I put my hands between Ari’s core and my body, feeling the heat between us. I pulled out my dick from my shorts and stroked until I was hard. Ari licked her lips and put her hand on top of mine, following the motion of my hand against my dick. If our hands moved any faster, I would probably explode.

Ari lifted a bit, and once again, moved her panties to the side. She slowly lowered herself down and the heat of her pussy against my dick, which was harder than concrete, radiated throughout my body. I reached quickly for a condom in Ari’s nightstand, grabbing one and putting it on in record time.

No sooner than I could get on protection, Ari lowered herself on me, and she let out an aching, alto-infused moan that struggled to escape from her throat. I watched as she leaned back, allowing her body to ease into the familiar movement of us. I moved my hand up her stomach toward her neck and firmly took hold. Even through the condom, I could feel her tightness taking hold of me, taking all that I offered her.

“God, I’ve missed you...missed this,” Ari said through sporadic breaths.

“Then show me,” I said, now holding on to her hips.

Ari’s hips moved faster and faster. I loved the view of her on top, riding me. The crests of her Wonder Woman top covered hardened nipples that had me mesmerized.

“Ari? Ari? You here, baby?”

“Baby, I’m not there yet,” I responded.

Ari looked down at me, puzzled. “What?”

“I said I’m not there yet?” I grunted between strokes.

Then the unfamiliar voice repeated. “Ari? Honey? You here? I just let myself in! I brought something called a cronut. I think Mr. George may enjoy these.”

“Shit! It’s my fucking mama!” Ari yelled. She practically leaped off my throbbing dick like a pogo stick, which wasn’t a pleasant feeling at all. Ten out of ten. Do not recommend.

Ari ran around her room, throwing my sweats at my head and trying to locate her own pants. I stood up, hopping on alternating feet to get dressed.