Before I could stop myself, I came against his mouth, biting my lip to keep from crying out, my back arching up off the mattress. He went on working me until my orgasm faded, leaving my skin sensitive enough I needed to pull away from him.
He raised his face and stared at me before pulling his fingers out and rolling off the bed.
"Fuck. Fuck, fuck,fuck."
"Woody!" I called out after him.
He shook his head and raised a hand, dismissing me before he stalked away.
I rolled onto my back and sighed at the ceiling. What the hell just happened?
"No one ever said he didn't need an attitude adjustment," Leif said between yawns.
"I don't understand him." I turned my face to look over at Leif.
"Join the club," he smiled. "No one understands Woody, including Woody. If I have to guess, he's off dealing with his woody."
Woody had disappeared into the bathroom. A moment later the shower started.
I pictured him with water pouring down all over his body, his fingers wrapped around his cock. Pumping himself until he came under the flow. Hot water washing away his pearly release.
"He's right, though," Leif said, breaking into my thoughts. "You two should talk later. You wouldn't want to rush into something if you still hate each other. I don't know, but that sounds like a recipe for a heaping plate of regret."
"Yeah," I said with a sigh. "I suppose we should."
I was caught up in the moment, but now I thought about it, Woody was right to walk away. I had enough regrets in my life without adding another one to the list.
I didn't know if we'd ever have anything between us except animosity. Should I forgive him for the things he did? The jury was still out on that. After all, I was still alive, right?
"I'll talk to him if you want," Leif offered. "But in the meantime…" He rolled over and pinned my wrists to the bed.
"I heard a rumor—“ his lips grazed mine “—that you're nice and wet. Seems like a shame to waste that, wouldn't you say?"
I took a moment to gather my thoughts, switching gears from Woody to Leif. Should it have been more difficult than it was? Maybe, but here we were.
I liked the way Leif's body pressed against mine, his erection hard against my side.
"It would be a waste," I agreed.
"Since I hate to waste anything…" He grabbed my leggings and panties and pulled them the rest of the way off, then helped me out of my sweatshirt. I'd already taken my bra off before I lay down, so I was bare in front of him.
"Has anyone told you lately that you're beautiful?" He licked one of my nipples, his eyes on mine, then the other.
I shivered. "Not lately."
"We definitely need to fix that." He sucked my nipple while pushing his pants off with one hand. He tried kicking them off his feet, but they wouldn't budge from around his ankles.
He rolled his eyes and held up a finger. "One moment, please."
I held back a smile as he grabbed his pants with his hand and yanked them away. His shirt went next, leaving his firm, muscular body bare for me to enjoy.
"Much better," he said, lying back over me. He parted my thighs with his knees, and positioned his cock outside my entrance.
"I've been dreaming about this," he whispered, his eyes locked on mine. "The dream doesn't usually end this way."
"How does it end?" I asked.
"Usually with you turning into a chicken and flying away." He grinned.