“Sure thing, Mr West.” Auburn mimicked Steph and batted her eyelashes at me. I shook my head, a smile on my face, and tapped her on the ass before she snuck out the door. I hoped like fuck she was free tonight because that little scene wasn’t nearly enough.
thirteen
I stood outside, enjoying the cool night air and waiting for Auburn later that night. We’d made plans earlier to meet at my place after dark. When I’d asked her what time, after dark was all she’d said. Auburn made my cock ache and my teeth clench in frustration at any given moment, but what I craved from her the most was the easy banter that existed between us. I heard a car door closing down the street and a plan formulated in my mind as I waited, hoping it was her.
Footsteps came closer, slow and cautious. She turned the corner, her phone out and head bent, before she looked behind her and then up the stairs to my apartment as she tucked her phone away.
“Stay there.” I grunted as I stepped out of the shadows. Anxious eyes caught mine. She stood still, all but her chest heaving, belying her racing heart and rapid breathing. I advanced on her, circled, then grabbed her wrists and pushed her against the brick wall.
“You were bad, Auburn,” I hummed at her ear. She moaned while her hips pressed against my pelvis, her ass cheeks seeking contact with my cock. “I told you I was going to punish you tonight.” Again she only nodded as quick breaths escaped her throat, her cheek pressed to the cool brick of the building.
“I’m going to fuck you out here because you sucked me off under my desk while I talked to a student. Such a naughty whore.” I lifted the skirt she wore and my cock jumped when my palm met bare flesh. “Good girl.” I fisted at the flesh of her bottom before landing a swift smack on it. She jumped with a squeak, fingernails clutching at the maroon brick at her sides. She moaned and stuck her ass out further while I held the fabric of her skirt at her waist. With my hands at her hips, I positioned her into the moonlight. I wanted a first-class view when I slid into her. She arched and moaned when I sheathed myself and started working her hips back and forth, grinding her ass against my pelvis. I ran my palms up her skin, down her thighs, between her legs to finger her clit, and up to tug on her hair. I couldn’t get enough. I was a man starved.
“Tell me who owns this sweet cunt.” I growled and fingered her clit furiously as I worked in and out. She pushed, flat-palmed against the brick and rocked her hips with mine.
“You do,” she moaned.
“Say my name,” I growled and tugged on her hair, forcing her head to swivel and her gaze to meet mine. Her eyes narrowed and a small quirk of her lips told me she enjoyed this.
“You own my pussy, Reed,” she purred and then reached a hand between her legs and cupped my sac, massaging. With one hand supporting her against the brick wall, I fucked her like an animal, sending us both into oblivion in the soft moonlight when we released everything between us in a frenzy.
We were hustling up the stairs minutes later. Upon entering my door, she dropped her bag and headed straight for the fridge. The sense of peace that flooded my system seeing her so at home at my place made all the stress worth it. “Who keeps peanut butter in the fridge?” She twisted on her hip and held the offending jar up to me.
“I dunno, people.” I shrugged and swiped it from her hands, grabbing a pack of crackers on the counter and dipping one in the smooth mixture. I chomped and looked up at Auburn. She broke out in a laugh and then swiped the jar from my hands, stealing a cracker and dipping her own.
“Mel hates when I do that,” I said before thinking. In hindsight, not a time to bring up an ex, or wife, as it were.
“Hmm…” Auburn hummed and took my comment in stride. I knew then she was bad ass. No jealousy, no complication, just us. The baggage we carried, we shed at the door. Maybe it was an escape. Maybe she’s what I needed. Maybe she was exactly the thing I didn’t need. I was unable to keep the stupid half-smile from my face as I relished in the comfort of it. We were lovers, friends, and so much more. It felt good.
“Beer?” I asked as I leaned around her and into the fridge.
“Sure.” She stepped around the island to watch me. “Want a smoke?” She pulled a cigarette from her bag.
“I'm good. I need to get back to healthy living.” I answered as I swiped another cracker in peanut butter.
Auburn glanced down at the small stick held between her fingers and then back to me. “You're right.” She broke the cigarette in half and then tossed it and the rest of the pack in the garbage.
“You don't have to quit, smoking's just never really been my thing. I mean, how fast could I row with a smoker's cough?” I joked.