Blythe and her sweet smile and perfect body. That laugh that made me want to say or do anything to hear it again. And the way she sometimes forgot to guard herself and let her eyes wander down over my chest. The pink flush of her cheeks when I changed shirts in front of her. Which was entirely for my benefit. I didn’t need anyone’s opinion on what T-shirt to wear each night. I took them off when I was on stage anyway. I just liked giving Blythe a reason to look. She liked to look, and I liked that too much.
“I thought we might have more fun—just the two of us,” the brunette purred as she stopped in front of me and ran her hands up my chest.
This one was wanting to make an impression. I could tell her that she wore too much makeup and her perfume was overpowering. If I was a nice guy I could explain that I just liked women. Sexy long legs and big tits. I loved touching them and f**king them. But I wasn’t a nice guy.
I put my hands on her shoulders and pushed her down to her knees. She went willingly enough. “Take the edge off. That’s all I got time for,” I told her not sugarcoating this. If she wanted to walk out she was welcome to.
Her eyes lifted to mine and she smiled as if she’d won something. The girl was determined. Someone should have taught her that if a guy shoves you to her knees without kissing you then you should bite his damn dick off. No one told this girl that.
She quickly unzipped my jeans and tugged them down. I hadn’t been wearing any underwear. It was way past laundry day, and I was without several items of clothing. I needed to wash some underwear.
My thoughts were on laundry when cool hands wrapped around my dick. Immediately my gears shifted and I pulled the stool up behind me and leaned back just as her lips slide over my still not fully erect cock. She needed to do a little work to get it onboard with this.
Her tongue twirled around the tip before sliding it completely into her mouth and then bumping it against the back of her throat. The head slid deeper in than most girls allowed without gagging, and I realized I had a pro on my hands. My boy came out to play then.
Lifting my hips I shoved deeper into her mouth with a groan of pleasure. “That’s it. You like it deep. Fuck,” I muttered reaching down to grab a handful of her hair and hold her in place. She had started something I was about to finish. I rarely got my hands on someone who wasn’t a gagger.
Her hands grabbed my thighs and she held on as I began moving in and out of her mouth with hard thrusts. Her eyes lifted to mine and a triumphant gleam was in them. That wasn’t gonna help me, so I closed my eyes and pictured another pair of eyes. Those jewel-like eyes that were so big and innocent, yet curious.
Thinking about having her on her knees in front of me, taking me like this, made me reach back and grab the stool behind me as my body began to jerk its release. Shuddering I kept my eyes closed, and Blythe’s face stayed there as my body relaxed. The sharp nails that had dug into my thighs brought me back to the real world, and I opened my eyes to see a smug smile on the girl whose mouth I’d actually just shot my load in. She wasn’t Blythe.
Glancing out the window I saw Blythe stepping out of her car with her backpack slung over her arm. The skirt she wore had my complete and full attention. Those long legs of hers looked so damn smooth. Did she like to have them touched? Would she make sweet whimpers when I touched her?
“How long will it take until you can play again?” the female I had forgotten about asked.
I tore my gaze off Blythe as she walked toward the building. Our dinner would be here any minute and I only had an hour and a half to spend with her before I went to our gig tonight.
“I gotta run. That was great. Thanks,” I said pulling my jeans up and zipping them before reaching for the T-shirt on the sofa.
Scanning the room I searched for my wallet, but noticed the girl still on her knees with a disbelieving expression on her face. What had she expected? I told them last night I just liked to f**k. Nothing more. She was the one who showed back up today. I didn’t ask her to.
“You’re just gonna leave?” she asked.
“Yeah, and so are you,” I replied.
She didn’t move. Shit. She was gonna be dramatic. I wasn’t in the mood for dramatic. I shouldn’t have let her give me head. Bad f**king idea, Krit. Make her think you owe her something.
“Listen, love. I told you last night I don’t do girls more than once. You wanted to get naked and prance around in front of me and all I wanted was a release. You gave me that and we’re done. Last night you got a helluva lot more orgasms than me. So we’re even,” the disbelief in her eyes turned to fury as she stood up. Those nice tits were appealing but I had better things to do. “Go get dressed. I gotta go,” I reminded her as I pointed to the bathroom door.
“You’re a bastard,” she hissed.
“Yes I am. Now get your clothes on.”
BLYTHE
After changing into a pair of cutoff sweatpants and a tank top, I dug my glasses out of my bag and put them on, then pulled my hair up into a messy bun to get it out of the way. Tonight I planned on writing, but first I had to find something to cook for dinner. I had bought several things at the store that I could easily make. I just wasn’t sure what I was in the mood for.
On my way to the kitchen a knock sounded at my door and I stopped and stared at it. That had to be Krit. No one else ever came by. Glancing down at myself I debated on running back in the room and changing. At least jerking my hair back down and taking off these glasses.
No. I would not do that. Krit wasn’t here to be impressed with how I looked. He probably just wanted advice on a shirt. I forced myself to walk over to the door just as I was and open it up.
Krit’s slow grin lit up his face as he took in the way I was dressed. At least I could amuse him. “Aren’t you too f**king adorable for words,” he said.
I wasn’t adorable but I wasn’t going to argue with him. “Hey,” I replied, then the smell of pizza hit my nose and I realized he wasn’t empty handed. He was carrying a box from the pizza place down the street.
He held the box out so I could see it. “I need help eating this,” he said with his entirely too sexy grin on his face.
Why he was here yet again with food to share with me I wasn’t sure. Did he really like being around me? Was this what friendship was? I stepped back and let him walk inside. He stopped in front of me and lifted a finger and touched the tip of my nose. “Those glasses,” he said and chuckled and shook his head. Then he walked toward the table with the pizza.