“I was drunk,” she groaned, her eyes growing into little slits.
“Are you saying I took advantage of you?” She couldn’t be fucking serious. I didn’t do that shit. She’d wanted it as much as I had. I’d known from the moment she’d called me Jimmy that she’d wanted me. I’d known enough about her from Thomas that I’d had her MO down pat.
“I wasn’t thinking clearly. You aren’t my type.” She wrinkled her nose, twirling her finger like I was going to roll over like a dog and face the other way.
“Doll,” I teased.
“Fuck you and that ‘doll’ bullshit. Turn. The. Fuck. Around,” she hissed.
Laughing, I kicked back on the bed and covered my eyes with my hand. “Happy now?” I asked, leaving space between two of my fingers to get a clear view of her undressing.
“Very.” She turned around, facing the opposite direction as she removed her Harley tank top that framed her breasts but left little to the imagination.
Underneath, she was wearing a black bra that lay just below her shoulder blades. She reached back, unhooking the straps with her fingers. Black nail polish decorated the tips, and I wanted to see them wrapped around my cock and her eyes watering from choking on taking me to the back of her throat.
She bent down, pulling off her jeans, and her breasts fell to the side, giving me a marvelous view. They were full, round, and natural. I licked my lips as my mouth watered, while watching her tits sway as she stepped out of her jeans.
She climbed in the bed opposite mine, lying back, her tits on full display and her tiny black G-string the only thing she’d left on. Yeah, like that would protect her and keep her pussy safe from me.
She pulled the covers up to her chin, closing her eyes for a moment, and then said, “All done. You can look now.”
I turned to my side, resting my head on my hand, and smiled at her. “Now close your eyes,” I commanded, watching her face contort.
“For what?” she asked, staring at the ceiling, avoiding eye contact.
“I need to get undressed too, and I don’t want you to catch a glimpse.”
“Please, Jimmy.” She laughed. “I’ve seen it all.” She rolled over and smirked.
“Felt it too, but I still want you to turn around or close your eyes.”
She rolled her eyes, throwing her hands down and slapping the mattress at her sides. “Really? You worried that I’ll jump on you and beg for your dick?” She made a pfft noise with her lips, blowing out a quick breath of air, causing her hair to blow away from her face.
“Just do it, doll. I know if you see it you’ll be begging for me to crawl in that sweet cunt of yours and fuck you like no man has done before or since me.” I twirled my fingers, giving her the same patronizing gesture she did me.
She stuck her tongue out and covered her eyes with her hand. “Just get fucking undressed so I can go to sleep already. I’m exhausted,” she said, resting her other hand against her breast.
I could see that she was doing the same as I had—left a space between her fingers so she could peek. I knew she wanted me.
“I bet I could find a way to wake you up,” I taunted as I sat up, pulled my shirt off, and threw it across the room, just catching the back of the chair.
I pushed my shoulders into the mattress, lifted my ass, and contracted my abs, knowing that she was watching and taking in the view. I unbuttoned my jeans and pushed them down at a painfully slow pace just to prolong her show. I wasn’t the type of man who wore underwear, either.
As soon as I lowered my jeans below my thighs, my dick sprang free, bobbing as if waving hello and calling her over. I knew it remembered Izzy as much as I did.
Izzy sucked in a breath as soon as my cock entered the room devoid of covering, the piercing shimmering in the light.
“You okay over there?” I asked, smirking because I had further evidence that she wanted me. She wanted me badly.
“Yeah. Just a piece of dirt in my mouth.” She swallowed and coughed, playing the lie to the fullest.
I wrapped my hand around my shaft, stroking my length as I spoke. “Want something to wash it down?” I had to bite my cheek to stifle the laughter I felt coming to the surface. The only thing better than fucking her was fucking with her mind.
“No,” she breathed.
“You sure? I can find something to help that tickle in your throat. I have something close at hand.” Fuck, I felt like a creeper. Only to her would I say such fucked-up, bigheaded shit to, because she was Izzy—ball-buster champion of the world.
“I’m fine. I don’t need anything you have.” The corner of her mouth twitched.