I could feel her smile around me, the sharp edges of her teeth grazing everywhere I was sensitive. I was so hard it was starting to fucking hurt and her mouth was the perfect answer. How could I ever forget how good this felt? Did it ever feel this good?
“You have a really nice dick,” Ophelia murmured.
I was going to blow my load all over her face if she started telling me things like that.
She dipped and closed her mouth over the first few inches, finally putting an end to the tongue tease. I let out a long, low groan that would have been embarrassing if I gave a fuck anymore. “You’re good at this,” I bit out. “Look at you.”
Her eyes flickered up and I knew the image of that pretty freckled face getting fucked would be what I got off thinking about for a long, long time.
My fingers were itching to touch but I was tied up driving. I just kept scratching her back, soothing the skin across her shoulders, and squeezing her ass when the pleasure got so good I needed an outlet.
Her messy bun bobbed up and down and started to come loose, so I fisted a hand in her hair and held it back. She moaned at the gesture, the vibration of her noises and her tongue tightening my groin. This was about to be over.
“You like rough,” I noticed. “You like when I hold your throat down on my cock.”
She nodded as her hand stroked all the way down to my base and held there, lips following. I lifted my fist and bit down on the knuckle.
Then she choked.
“The whole thing, huh?” I could hardly breathe, let alone focus on the exit I was supposed to be taking as I turned off the highway. “That’s a lot of fucking dick in your mouth, Ophelia.”
She continued to take it all, up and down without stopping for a sip of air. My lower back started to sweat and my balls tightened.
“Goddamnit, O,” I groaned. She flicked her tongue around it. “I'm gonna come down your throat.”
She didn’t stop, only moaning more, sucking harder, working faster. Her fist and her mouth in perfect, lethal tandem. It felt so fucking good my heart was thundering against my rib cage. I wanted the feeling of reaching that peak to last forever.
It was over. God, it was so fucking over for me.
We reached a stoplight and I could finally give her all my attention. I guided her up and down with both hands, racing my own release to see how much longer I could keep her going.
“You want it?” I asked, voice stilted.
“Yes,” she breathed, briefly pausing before taking me right down to the back of her throat.
That did it. I slammed both hands into the steering wheel and rode out the ropes of my orgasm, grunting through clenched teeth. Years’ worth of pent-up release emptied itself, filling her mouth. My pulse didn’t even out, though; it remained in my ears like a hammer all the way to the very last drop.
Thirty-five years old and I had never come so hard in my life.
Ophelia finally lifted, dragging her bottom lip along the underside of me on the way, sending shivers down my spine. She planted a kiss on the sensitive head and made sure I watched as she swiped her thumb across her lips, then sucked the excess off of it.
I forgot where I was when the car behind us laid on the horn and Ophelia startled, smacking the back of her head on the steering wheel.
“Shit,” I panicked, hitting the gas and rubbing her head at the same time. In the rearview a woman in a minivan was flipping me off and I gave her one back. “Are you okay?”
O started giggling, crawling backward out of my lap and shimmying her dress down her legs as I tucked myself away. Her laugh made me laugh, and we were both hysterical when I pulled back into Tally’s complex.
“You talk a lot when you’re about to come,” she said. “You get real filthy.”
My cheeks heated. What I wasn’t going to say was that I had never spoken to a sexual partner the way I was letting every salacious thought fly with her. Ophelia was getting a different, hungry edge of me that we were both meeting at the same time.
“I’ll tone it down,” I assured her.
“No,” she objected. “It’s hot.”
Tally’s car was in the driveway, so Mateo must have been at home waiting for me to fill him in on all the dirty details. Which I wasn’t going to do, because the last ten minutes of my life were reserved for me and only me—and the girl I shared them with.
“Are you hungry?” I asked, attempting to keep her with me longer.
“I have dinner plans with Nat.”
I wanted to know what was going through her head. She’d just gotten me off; she must have been at least a little bit turned on. I walked my fingers across the bench seat and tugged at the hem of her dress. “Give me a couple minutes with her?”
“Did you just refer to my vagina as her?
“Them?”
“Goodnight, Frankie.” Taking her bag, she pushed out of the passenger side door.
“What are you doing?” I shouted.
“I’m taking your advice.” She walked backward toward the door. “Not sleeping with a guy on the first date.”
That was suddenly the worst advice I’d ever given.
I sighed, watched her wave and disappear through the threshold, and then dropped my head to the steering wheel as I turned the ignition to drive back home.
21
“Are we spending the night?”
Steam billowed toward the light above the shower and an indie rock playlist filtered out of Natalia’s phone on the bathroom sink. I aggressively filed my nails from my perch on the lid of the toilet seat as the room turned into a sauna.
“It’s not like we both don’t have a bed to sleep in,” she answered.
She couldn’t see me roll my eyes, but I did. “Staying the night kind of crosses the friends-with-benefits line, don’t you think?”
“Your situation is crooked as fuck. The lines are already blurred.”
My situation was both the most convenient and inconvenient thing I’d ever experienced at the same time. Frankie scratched an itch I didn’t know I had when it came to men. Which was exactly what was so inconvenient about the whole thing. I already knew I would be struggling to find a guy back in Pine Ridge that fit his mold. He was somehow the perfect gentleman and the perfect scoundrel.
Attractive, smart, vulnerable, begrudgingly funny.
The convenience was that thing he was working with below the belt. Christ. I wasn’t a girl easily impressed after having had my fair share of hook-ups. A dick is a dick, right?
Wrong. So very, very wrong.
So what I first categorized as a convenience was actually the number one glaring inconvenience, really. I thought it’d be hard to find a man to match his first date habits, but in reality, I was putting myself on the fast track to being completely unsatisfied sexually for the remainder of my life.
And he hadn’t even been inside me yet.
“Do you think I’m being stupid?” I groaned.
“I think you’re being a single twenty-six-year-old woman on vacation with a vetted, clean, unattached, attractive man.”
I tapped my cheek with the nail file. “You’re right. I’m just paranoid.”
There was the click of a bottle top opening and closing behind the curtain. “You’re both in the same situation, Phee. I’m sure Frankie has the same concerns as you do about it. Which is good, because it’s been addressed already.”