Page 188 of Hot Mess
“Prettier?”
“Yeah. You must look like your mom. Was she really pretty? I mean… she looked pretty, but all I’ve seen is that one little photo of her on your wall.”
“Yeah,” he said. “She was.” I slid my arms up around his neck. “Your mom’s pretty too,” he added. “But you’re much prettier…” He brushed his lips, just barely, over mine… and my stomach swirled with those little sparkles of excitement.
“This feels like a weird conversation to have… when you’re about to kiss me.”
The corner of his mouth lifted in a small smirk. “You sound confident of that.”
“I am,” I whispered. My thoughts were already racing south, and I assumed his were too. I could feel his hard dick against me. “But I don’t want to hurt you…”
“It’s okay,” he said. And I wondered what that meant.
It didn’t hurt anymore? He didn’t care if it hurt?
He was planning to leave as soon as he gave me a quick peck anyway…?
His eyes were searching my face, and he asked me, “Do you look like your dad?”
“So I’m told. But he’s not very pretty…”
“Lucky you, then,” he murmured, as his lips brushed mine again.
“Me…?”
“You got all the good genes.”
He kissed me then. Long and deep, until everything else faded away. I melted into the heat of his mouth, lapping his tongue with mine… his lips so smooth, his freshly-shaven skin already a little rough… Until we were both moaning softly.
“Um, are you sure you’re not ready…?” I asked, desperate with hope that his dick had somehow made a full recovery in the last few hours.
“Yeah,” he said, dashing my hopes, “I’m sure. There’s kind of a scab situation going on.”
“Oh, God…”
“And this morning I tried to take matters into my own hand, so to speak. There was blood.”
“Shit. I’m so sorry, Ashley.”
God.
And now I was getting hot at the thought of him touching himself… even though it hurt.
“Just a tiny bit of blood,” he said, nibbling a bit on my lip. “But still.”
“Ugh. I can’t believe I did that to you.”
“Don’t worry. Dicks heal fast.”
I giggled uncomfortably. “Not fast enough.” I clung to him, unsure of what to do. I was a little out of breath. I didn’t know what to do with myself right now if I couldn’t pull him upstairs and fuck him.
But I really didn’t want to hurt him.
Probably the right thing to do would be to let him go home…
“I have to work tomorrow…” I told him. “I’m pretty booked up the next two days, unfortunately. But maybe the day after that, we can get together, see how you’re doing?” I let go and backed away a bit. My eyes dropped to the package in the front of his cargos. I couldn’t help it.
I bit my lip.
