Page 12 of Just A Hook Up
“Sandwiches and light finger food,” I decided.
He rolled toward me, his big hands caressing my mound with a gentle touch. “What if the finger food I want is right here?”
I drew in a sharp breath, my heart fluttering. “Then…you’re in luck because that’s on the menu.”
He sealed his mouth to mine. I tasted myself on his lips. I groaned, falling back as he pushed forward, his finger dipping inside me. I couldn’t possibly go another round…
Or could I?
But we were out of condoms.
I remembered Jaymee’s stash. I wiggled out from beneath him, wrapping a sheet around me, saying, “Hold that thought…I’ll be right back…”
My last look before dipping out to raid my best friend’s condom drawer was an eyeful of rock hard, ever-ready cock, and I nearly tripped in my haste to hustle back.
Just a hook-up.
No feelings. No attachments.
I was scratching an itch.
Got it.