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He slowly lets the pressure up and puts me back on the ground. I instantly feel cold without his warmth wrapped around me. We stare at each other for a moment. Without saying anything else, he backs up inch by inch, then turns and walks inside.

Does this mean he wants me to stay or leave? God, he was so frustrating, a typical air sign. Making things even more awkward with their airy silence. At least I know what to wish for tomorrow.

29

Colt

“I haven’t understood a bar of music in my life, but I have felt it.” — Igor Stravinsky

The morning sunshine started to come through the blinds of my room. I couldn’t sleep. I tossed and turned, thinking of that kiss. Abigail's scent lingered on my clothes in my memory. I can still feel her lips on mine.

That kiss was more intimate than sex I've had with women in the past. Her thick, curly hair tangled in my fingers. Her warm, sculpted legs wrapped around my waist. How she pulled me closer, wrapping her hand around my neck. God, just thinking about it made my dick rock hard. I jacked off last night, hoping that would help me forget about walking through that door and barging into that apartment and ravaging that perfect fucking body with my cock. Claiming her. I thought a hand job would help, but it didn’t; all it did was make things worse because it was so unsatisfactory compared to feeling her body on mine. Compared to having her in my arms. I’ve seen that pussy, and I know it would trap me. It’s lethal.

But then, when the images of Blake's room flashed like a demented Polaroid camera, I had to stop. I’m just glad I stopped it when I did because I was seconds away from touching that throbbing clit of hers, then sinking my rock-hard cock into that wet cunt. Letting her feel every inch of me.

I begin to stroke myself and think about ripping Abigail’s dress off. I can feel her warm body on me, racking through the sheets, and she’s hot and wet as her hips grind on me. I grab her by the hips and flip her over. She was yanking down her panties and diving down. Her moans are sweet, and I never want to leave this bed. I want to do nothing but feel her, taste her, and smell her. Make her smile and sweat and cum.

She’s mine.

As I let my dick free from my boxers, I began to stroke harder as my hips thrust with the fantasy of moving inside her against that car. Her moans ring in my ear as I fuck her raw against the cold hard metal.

I picture grabbing that ass and gliding her in and out as I hold her up and fuck her until she cums all over my dick.

But suddenly, my eyes pop open, blinking into the morning's dim light. I’m alone and breathe in through my nose, chasing her smell in my fantasy.

Wazzzz.

A loud grinding noise comes from downstairs, causing me to snap out of my thoughts. What the heck?

Wazzz. Wazzz. Wazz.

Was she blending something? I look over at the time, and it’s thirty minutes past seven.

Of course, she is.

She probably already ran this morning and is now making a protein shake. I swear. I’m pretty strict, but this girl trains like an athlete. It’s why her body was so damn toned, and that ass. Damn, that ass was perfect. I look down at my dick, and it’s still rock-hard.

Fuck. I need to get laid.

That's all there is to it. Abigail isn’t special. She’s a hot young woman living in my house and constantly in my face, walking around in those tight yoga pants or short shorts, perky ass and lips that taste like sweet nectar. It’s like putting a starving animal in front of meat and saying don’t touch it. I groan as my dick swells with blood.

If I asked her to come in here, would she? I’m tempted to take back what I started last night, but I’m already aching with guilt and losing control, and going further with her would only complicate things.

Damn you, Josh. Damn you.

I roll over and grab my phone.

I have a couple of missed calls from Naomi and lots of drunk text messages.

So what are you doing after this wedding? Besides me. Winky face.

I’m getting so wet just thinking about your rock-hard dick inside me, pulling my hair. Slapping my ass, choking me, gasping for air as I cum.

She sure didn’t waste time getting to the point, did she?

I’m touching myself in the bathroom now. Where are you, baby? I need you. Like right now.

Colt, I’m dripping wet.