It’s all it takes, and Summer’s coming in my arms.
Her shudders and sighs fill the summer night air, and it’s the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard. It doesn’t matter that my cock is straining against my pants, harder than it’s ever been. Hearing her get off was the most satisfying thing in the world.
When her shakes subside, I drag her mouth back to mine, kissing her tenderly until my lips begin to go numb.
I pull away, and she’s grinning up at me. “Well, that was unexpected.”
I chuckle. “I’m not sorry.”
“Don’t be. I think I’ve had more orgasms in the last week than I’ve had in my entire life.”
“Come home with me. I’ll give you another. Maybe two if you ask nicely.”
She hums happily. “While that sounds amazing, I can’t tonight.”
I’m surprised at the disappointment that courses through me, and I tell myself it’s just because I won’t be getting off tonight. It has nothing to do with missing her. It can’t.
“My dad is expecting me. I haven’t been home much, and if I’m not there to check on him, he might eat a whole pound of bacon just out of spite.”
“If it weren’t for his heart, that’d be impressive to see.”
“That’s what I said.” She shakes her head with a grin. “We’re doing a movie night.”
“This late?”
“Hey, take it up with my boss. He’s the one who keeps scheduling me for closing shifts, though I’m starting to think it’s because he has ulterior motives.”
Boss.
It’s a reminder that what we’re doing is technically wrong, and that if Noah found out, he might actually kill me.
Still, it doesn’t deter me from kissing her again.
When we break apart this time, I step back. Then again. I’m afraid that if I keep standing so close to her, I might keep kissing her.
God, what is wrong with me? Have I really been so deprived of human touch that I can’t even keep my hands to myself for five minutes?
Yes, that’s what it is.
I lead her to her car, opening her door for her. She grins up at me as she slips behind the wheel of the old cruiser.
“Thank you.”
“For the orgasm?”
She rolls her eyes. “And for staying.”
“Of course. We’re good, right?”
“We’re good,” she confirms. “Good night, Ezra.”
“Night, Summer. Text me when you get home.”
She promises she will, and I watch her pull out of the lot before getting in my car and following behind her.
We go opposite ways when we reach town, she toward her father’s and me toward my house. While I usually like being there, tonight I’m not feeling it like I normally would. Not even the idea of eating cereal in bed sounds appealing.
When I pull into my driveway, I sit there, watching my phone, waiting for her text.