Page 5 of Falling for Mindy
“It’s a woman,” Hamilton said. “I’ve only seen him act this boneheaded one other time. And that was The Ex.”
“You realize I don’t even know her name, right?” Aaron said. “I get that it’s something you don’t like to talk about, but what if I meet her in a bar? I could be hanging out with the enemy.”
“Trust me,” I said with a bitter laugh, “she doesn’t hang out in the kind of places we do. It’s in the past, and I’d rather not talk about it. If you’re that curious, her name is Kim, she’s a graphic designer. It didn’t work out between us. And I’m not seeing anyone right now, serious or otherwise, Hamilton, so let’s not drag the mood down by mentioning her.”
“Sorry,” Hamilton mumbled, “but your vibe is off.”
“My vibe?” I laughed.
“Your energy? I’m not a girl, so I can’t get away with saying your energy is off.”
“Are you going to recommend some essential oils to balance my energy? Oils which you happen to sell?” I laughed and Aaron joined in.
“He’s right. You’re usually the king of the comeback, taking no shit off any of us. Tonight you were okay for a while and then you started going all serious and lecturing us,” Rick said.
I shook my head. This was my fault. I’d trained them too well to be aware of their moods and the need so those around them—damn me and my sensitivity training. They were turning my well-meaning wisdom on fostering strong relationships with friends around and using it against me.
“I saw a hot girl. I was on the way to the bathroom. I guess she distracted me,” I said with a trying-too-hard shrug.
“So seeing a pretty girl makes you act weird? I remember this. It’s high school,” Aaron crowed.
“She was more than just pretty. She had these eyes, this really intense gaze. I bumped into her, and she just fixed me with these eyes and I couldn’t move. It was like all the air went out of my lungs and everything was this blurry, throbbing energy between us. She didn’t even say a word to me. I had the feeling—I couldn’t shake the feeling and I still can’t, that there was something between us.”
“What? Like you picked her up for a one-nighter before and she looked familiar?” Rick asked.
“No,” I said, rolling my eyes, “like I wanted to take her home with me. I felt like I could have, too. Like she’d let me. It wasn’t just chemistry. I’ve had plenty of chemistry with women. This was more like a natural disaster. I didn’t know this kind of thing was even real.”
“You were really attracted to a woman on the dance floor. You didn’t talk to her but you’re so horny you’re distracted all night?” Drake asked. “That must have been one hell of a look she gave you.”
“It was,” I grinned in spite of myself.
After that, we laughed and talked for a while, but when I got home, later than I intended to stay out, I still wasn’t tired. I was restless, about to jump out of my skin. Drake had been right. I was horny for the hot little blonde I’d seen on the dance floor. There was no getting around it. Until I had this out of my system and scratched that itch, I wouldn’t be able to concentrate.
I turned my shower on full blast, dropped my clothes and stepped in. A pump of citrus body wash in my palm to make it slide, to make it all slick and sexy, I gripped my burgeoning hard on in my grip and let myself go.
It could have happened this way.
She was looking up at me, so serious, so intense. I felt the connection between us. I stepped in toward her, bent down to whisper to her.
“May I?”
“Yes,” she said, not even telling me her name.
I brushed my lips below her ear, felt her answering shiver in response. Her soft skin smelled lightly of vanilla, soft and sweet. I nipped at her earlobe. Her hand came up and gripped my bicep. In a ragged exhale, she whispered, “Take me someplace.”
So I did. I settled my hand in the curve of her spine, right in the small of her back, and guided her through the crowd, keeping her close and tucked in to my side. I felt the heat of her skin through her thin top, the way it clung to her, damp from sweat. I loved that, wanted to lick the salty sweat from her spine. My dick tightened at the thought.
I led her back past the bathrooms and into a room marked Authorized Personnel only. It was dark in there, a supply room with chairs stacked up, boxes everywhere. I flipped on the light, sending a strip of fluorescents buzzing and flickering above us, too bright, but I wanted to see her, wanted to see every line of her face and body out of the murky light and green flashing strobe of the dance floor.
Her eyes were bright, fevered looking, and her lips parted, her skin rosy and flushed with want. I cupped her cheek and took that pretty mouth, nipping her lips and parting them as she clung to my shirt eagerly, her tongue touching mine, not shy but hungry. “Yes,” she sighed into my mouth.
I picked her up easily and set her on a stack of boxes to put her at the height I wanted her. I pushed her silky top up to expose her breasts, small and high, with the pink nipples puckered already. I licked one, swirling my tongue like I was licking an icecream cone, and then blew a stream of air softly onto her wet flesh. I saw her nipple tighten and then I sucked it, taking it in my mouth fully, working my tongue over it and sucking as she arched into me, panting with pleasure. I wrapped my hands around her waist, touching smooth hot skin, her softness turning me on even more. She slid her fingers through my hair, kissed my jaw and my chin, nipped my bottom lip. She shoved my v-neck up and ran eager hands over my abs and chest, making an appreciative murmur. We were making out, groping each other in a supply room. I tugged her off the boxes and stood her up to push down her tight jeans. Once I had peeled them off of her, panties and all, I lifted her back up to the boxes and dipped my head. I licked her thigh and used my big hands to part her soft thighs, prizing them apart so I could lick her between her legs. A slow, smooth stroke and the taste of her flooded me, salty and sharp. I felt my body seem to stutter with the impact of sampling her flavor and feeling how fundamentally right it tasted to me, how something in my biology, in the way my body and brain were built seemed to fit into place with a single taste.
I groaned against the sweet folds of her sex, her hands encouraging in my hair, her hips urging me on. I gave her small, teasing kisses, licking her deftly, working her up, working her over with my tongue. I felt her start to shiver and whimper, and I felt how her legs on either side of me were starting to writhe, straighten out, and point her toes. I was driving her relentlessly toward orgasm. She grappled at my shoulders for purchase, holding on to me as if I’d really let her fall. I paused as I licked her, “I’ve got you,” I assured her. I saw her meet my eyes, the war of desire and caution on her pretty face, “I locked the door,” I said from my spot between her thighs, “I’ve got you.”
She gave a nervous laugh, her voice coming shakily, “You’ve got me right on the edge—”
I kissed her clit then, a dirty, open-mouthed kiss as I swept my thumb down the slit of her sex. Her body arched and spasmed. Her head went back, and she bucked as her pussy clenched and her legs trembled. I got to my feet and kissed her lips, the taste of her still in my mouth. She moaned as I kissed her deeply, and she fumbled with my button and zipper, freed my throbbing cock that surged into her hands. She stroked me, unable to wrap her hand around the girth of my erection. I kept kissing her, but my breathing stuttered, and I was panting under the stroke of her small, strong hands. The next thing I knew, she grabbed my hip and urged me closer, her legs open for me. I met her eyes, hers still glazed with pleasure, and I took her hips in my big hands, cupped her ass and pulled her forward until the dripping head of my cock pressed at her sweet, tight opening. With a long groan, I thrust into her, feeling her open for me, clinging to the length of my cock until I was in so deep that her lips parted on a gasp. I knew I was big, knew that her body was having to adjust to my size. It felt so damn good, so slick and snug the way her body gripped me, the way her arousal eased my way. I rocked against her, grinding at her clit to see her shiver and swallow hard.