Page 26 of Double Trouble
“You’re going to want to stay on the line. Seriously,” he said. “Go check.”
And I did, steeling myself for the worst. What I did not expect was a delivery man with a bouquet of dark blue roses.
“Thanks,” I told the delivery man, before returning to the phone.
I paused to dip my nose in the roses, inhaling the fresh scent. “Thank you.”
Even over the phone line, I could tell Jake was smiling as he spoke, “My pleasure. When I come over, I’ll expect to see them in a nice vase too.”
“When you come over,” I said. “Getting a bit ahead of ourselves, are we?”
“Why not? You weren’t inviting me over yet, although you wanted to. So I invited myself. How about we say tonight?”
“Goodnight Jake.”
“Tomorrow?”
“I’ll talk to you then.”
And, before he could respond, I’d hung up. After, I sunk onto my bed, rose bouquet in hand, smile wobbling on my face.
“Incorrigible,” I muttered to myself, still smiling as I dipped my nose in the bouquet again.
When my phone rang again, I picked it up immediately. “Jake, I mean it. After this I’m turning off my phone.”
“Ok, don’t be mad. But Jake told me to call you.”
At the sound of Owen’s cautious yet happy voice, I could only laugh. “I’m trying to go to bed.”
“Want me to leave you to it?”
“No – I… maybe. I don’t know. After all this talking, I’m not really tired.”
It was true. Jake’s persistence had succeeded in making me horny – and awake. I wet my lips with the tip of my tongue.
“He also told me to drive to your place.”
“What?”
“Ok, I can’t blame that one on Jake,” he admitted. “I came here myself – but I brought some more chocolate.”
I giggled. “Are you trying to bribe me?”
“Depends. Is it working?”
I sighed. “Are you really here?”
A knock at my door had me laugh-groaning. The front desk attendant, Ms. Swaetland, was really too lenient in buzzing people in. Although this time I wasn’t exactly complaining.
Thanks to her, I had an absolute stud standing in my doorway, wine bottle in one hand, chocolate in the other. He had changed and was wearing a tight black shirt, blue jeans, and a killer smile.
“You sure I’m not intruding?” he asked, thumbing his belt buckles.
“I’m sure,” I said, my fingers closing around the neck of the wine bottle.
“Good,” he said, his hand closing around the back of my head. “Because with you wearing that, I wasn’t about to go anywhere.”
The next thing I knew, his lips were mashing on mine, his hand tilting my chin up so his mouth could claim mine. It was a request and demand all in one. Pure ownership. Want. Fire.
With the flat of his other palm he pressed me to the wall, that same palm dragging down and down. Over one breast and around, until my nipple was taut. Then the other. Everything painstakingly slow, teasingly gradual.
He released my neck so his kisses could trace my jawline. My lips found his ear, kissed and lapped and groaned into it. Further down my body, both his hands were working in tandem now, stroking down my sides over the cotton of my nightie, latching onto my hips. They jolted me into his pelvis, into the hard bulge in his pants.
Clearly, my wetness was matched by just how hard Owen was. When my hands went there, his had already slid around, and grabbed onto my ass. As he kneaded the flesh there, my head sunk into his chest, another string of moans sliding free. The way his fingers just took and grabbed, inching ever so closer to where I wanted him most. As the tips of his fingers reached my pussy, my hands grabbed his dick over his jeans.
He froze, looking at me as if I’d suddenly changed into someone else. “Wow, Cin. Just… Wow.”
“Wow, that’s all?” I teased.
As my fingers undid his jeans button and dipped under, he could only nod. “Fuck yeah.”
And that was when his fingers dipped under my nightie, under my panties to the wetness that awaited.
Now, I was the one moving things along, pulling down his briefs and getting to my knees.
“What happened to not being sure of this?” Owen said, smirking.
I looked up at him. Something about his casual front, the earnest question behind his glossy eyes, made me bold. Bad.
“I want your dick in my mouth,” I purred, smirking myself. “Please.”
Owen practically fell over himself complying.
It struck me that this wild sexual act, our first, crazily enough, was emblematic of our entire relationship. Unprecedented. When I was with the twins, I felt beyond myself in the best way – pushed to be braver, more daring than I thought myself capable.
Now was no exception. As Owen slid his dick into my open mouth, all the way down my throat, it didn’t feel wrong at all. No, it felt completely right.
