Page 293 of Hot Mess
So why the fuck did I keep thinking about it…?
Why was I standing here with a beer in my hand, staring at them? Watching them talking… and imagining things it was nothing but dangerous to imagine?
Danica was doing most of the talking. Her cheeks were kinda flushed and she was smiling, her hands moving. And Matt was leaning into her, listening carefully. Or so it appeared.
Her tits were like inches from his chest.
Her dress was tight, and the tops of her breasts swelled above the fabric, plump and bare.
I kept picturing him shovingherup against a wall and kissing her.
How would she react to that?
Laying his hands on her tits and squeezing… Peeling her dress down a little so they popped right out. Squeezing her nipples in his fingers.
Taking them in his mouth and sucking a little, licking them with that tongue I’d felt in my mouth… as she tossed her head back and moaned the way she did for me…
Jesus.
Like once the idea was in there, I couldn’t get it out of my head.
Did he think she was hot?
Of course he did. She washot.
If Matt Brohmer was into women the same way he was into me that night at the castle… he had to have noticed how hot she was in that dress.
Was he imagining what her soft lips would feel like, wrapped around his cock, right now?
And why did that image in my head have to makemeso fucking hot?
Fuck.
I set my beer aside. I really hadn’t been drinking much tonight, but now it seemed like a bad idea to be drinking at all.
The more booze I put back, the more my dick was gonna get curious… About how open my girlfriend might be to letting me spread her legs so Matt Brohmer could lick her pussy… maybe feed her his dick just a little—and fuck no, I wasn’t going there.
So stop fucking thinking about it.
“Hey.”
I fucking jumped when Dylan appeared next to me. My whole body was throbbing. My nipples were fucking hard and my dick was starting to swell. My balls felt heavy and full.
Fuck. Me.
I needed to fuck my girlfriend. Soon.
“Jumpy?” Dylan smirked.
“Zoned out.” I slammed back some beer, which was at least cold. Put the fire out a little, maybe. I scraped my hand through my hair and cleared my throat. “How’s it going?”
“Great. Got a chance to talk to Danica a few times.” He looked over at her, talking to Matt. “Amber really likes her.”
“Cool.”
“And I like her. She’s gorgeous, man.”
“I know.”
