Chapter 3

I snaked my palms around from her ass, over the crease of her legs and thighs, to touch her breasts. My tongue laved at her lips and I sucked in a little bit, suctioning up slowly just shy of her clit, then did the same to the other side.

I licked her clit and she jolted. Rubbing the flat of my tongue back and forth over the stiffening nub, I breathed in through my nose in a sharp huff. She smelled divine—sweet and sharp.

Her nipples were tall and hard from my attention, and I strummed them back and forth with my fingers. She bucked up and down under me. I had to pin her pelvis down with one hand to keep pleasuring her.

As she started to get close, I pulled at her nipple, stretching it up lightly, and sucked her clit in my mouth, keeping her on a knife’s edge away from her climax.

She keened and pushed her hips into my mouth in a sustained, tense arc. She placed a warm hand over mine at her pelvis, and I gripped it as we both pressed down.

“I’m—oh—yes! I’m coming!” She vibrated under me in her orgasm, then slowly relaxed each muscle one by one. I let her nipple go with a tiny last twist, making her cry out.

Pressing my tongue firmly on her whole clit, I felt the strong pulse of blood as she came down.

She panted as she came back to her body. I leaned up to massage her pelvis with both hands.

“Ohh… That was good!”

I stood up and put on my fitted boxers, fixing Liam Neeson in the slot and a vibrating bullet at my clit.

She was looking at me with hooded eyes, and as I approached with the lube bottle and remote for the bullet, she held her hand out. I went to squirt lube in it, but she shook her head.

“Mor, give me the remote. You can never figure it out and then you get angry.”

“Okay.” I was still scared she was going to torture me, but it was true: I was usually too far gone to figure it out.

I handed it to her. She flipped over, wagging her ass back and forth.

I caressed her smooth bottom and squeezed. She moaned. Leaning down, I bit at the soft skin of her globes. She rolled back and forth. Opening her cheeks, I licked from her clit all the way up to her hole, rimming it roughly.

She clawed at the covers, and I felt the bullet start to vibrate lowly at my clit.

“Oh, that feels good,” I muttered as I kissed up her back. It was low enough to keep my climax at bay for a while. I took the cock in my hand as I reached for the lube, coating the dildo, then her entrance with its slickened head.

She paused in her gyrating when she felt the head at her entrance. When I slipped in, she moaned. I pressed my front flush to her and pulled her hair aside to kiss the back of her neck.

I bit at the skin of her shoulder blades and moved my hips into her, ever-so-slowly.

She tossed her hair to the side and craned her head back as she groaned. I kissed her quickly, and we panted in each other’s mouth as I humped her.

She lolled her head down and enjoyed the friction in her pussy for a while. I leaned back to grab at her ass and hips and drove in harder.

I could feel her squeeze the dildo now and then because it got harder to thrust. She was amping up her own pleasure, and whenever she squeezed it, it pressed the bullet harshly into my clit, too, making my hips falter and buck.

She raised the setting on the bullet and I moved my hips faster in response. She dropped her head on her pillow. Her wrist was bent at a weird angle as she held the remote.

I reached under her to frig her clit, and she moaned into the downy cotton.

I started shaking as I came, and it triggered her orgasm. The vibration slowly went down, and I thrust roughly a few more times as she dropped completely onto the mattress.

I panted into her neck. My heart was pounding.

She nudged at me and turned me on my back. She let Liam slip out of her pussy and turned around, straddling me and putting it back in.

She pushed her beautiful ruby hair back with her hands and started moving her hips. My palms moved up her thighs, then up her front, to roll each nipple between my fingers.

“You’re gorgeous, Suzie.”

She placed her palms on either side of me and moved her hips faster.

I reached between us to strum her clit. Her hips gyrated roughly. Then they faltered and slowed down, so I shifted my legs and pushed up into her. We were slowly moving higher up when she convulsed on top of me, bringing her weight down fully over my body. I still pumped my hips a bit to bring her down; my fingers were squished between us.

“Oh, geez!” she groaned in satisfaction. “Good celebration.”

I smiled and squeezed my arm out to caress her back and hold her tightly in a slippery embrace.

“You can do anything you want, Suz,” “If you want to rule the world, you can.”

She just hummed, still lost in her post-orgasmic bliss. Kissing my neck, she finally rolled off, shuddering as Liam left her pussy.

I gripped her hand tightly and kissed her knuckles before standing up to clean everything.

I went to go brush my teeth. She came in after me, grabbing her toothbrush too. I made space for her at the sink. She eyed me as she brushed, both of us still starkers.

We were working up to a giggle as we brushed, and I opened my mouth wide, showing all the froth in my mouth and shouting out.

She smiled widely and copied me.

I stifled a giggle and went to rinse my mouth.

She did the same. I grabbed her and kissed her, tasting the frosty mint that burned my nostrils.

We settled in for bed. She started her nightly routine of a million and one lotions: face, eyes, neck, feet, and god knows what else.

“I’m still kind of wired,” she said offhandedly while I checked my phone for texts.

“Okay, want a tea, or more sexy times?”

She chuckled as she slathered her neck in the expensive lotion.

“Can you keep telling me the story of when we first got together?”

“I thought you were telling it to me.“

“Well, but the next part is when you broke up with Joey, right? That’s all you.”

“You don’t have to…” she continued cautiously.

“I don’t mind—not really. I just feel a little guilty for how passive I was during that time. I should have ended it with Joey long before I actually did.”

“There’s no use in worrying about ‘ifs and buts,'” she said succinctly.

I waggled my head and frowned. “True. But I have trouble admitting to messing up so hard, I guess.”

She twisted around to look at me. “You’re not the same person you were back then, right?”

The look on my face was doubtful, and she raised her eyebrows, nodding her head slowly as she forced me to nod too with a harsh grip on my chin.

“Say you’re a better person than you once were.”

“I’m a better person than I was before.”

“Now say it like you mean it.”

“I’ve improved my personality and am nicer and kinder and have stronger convictions.”

“Good! Now say ‘Suzie is the sexiest and most bestest human being in the whole world and I worship the ground she walks on.'”

Our eye contact was nearing a sort of peak, and I grinned at her.

“I think all the power is going to your head, babe.”

She scoffed, then started to put lotion on her feet.

“Oh, right! Let’s see. So I still had to tell Joey I didn’t want to move in with her, and was agonizing over how to say it so she wouldn’t break up with me.”

“Friday rolled into Saturday, and we were planning on spending the weekend together. She was trying so damn hard to show me that we’d be good living together, I guess.”

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I woke up on the very edge of the bed and jolted as I almost fell off. Joey’s bare back glowed in the sunshine. Her gorgeous dark hair hid her face from me.

I leaned over to kiss her shoulder and then her neck as I pushed her hair away.

She groaned, refusing to wake up. I got up to go make coffee and lounge in her living room a bit.

As I sipped my coffee and read a little on my phone, she walked in in her orange silk robe and served herself coffee. She sat down on the couch, putting her bare legs on my lap as her robe rode up.

I touched her calves and admired their natural sheen as my thumbs pressed in.

“What should we do today?” she asked through a giant yawn.

“Hm. Go to the movies? Go to downtown? Ooh! Have sex all day?”

She chuckled. “That’s what we did yesterday evening.”

I waggled my head, conceding she was right.

“Let’s go have brunch with Reg and Kyle!” she said excitedly.

“Okay.” I smiled placidly.

“Great! Let me call them!”

She jumped up to call our friends. I heard her making plans to brunch at a new place.

We were out and headed to the brunch place in downtown in no time.

I pulled up to the parking lot and my heart dropped when I saw it was a vegan place. Damn it! I’m not even going to have eggs today.

We saw Reg and Kyle speaking with the hostess and approached them.

“Hi! Darlings! We were just telling the hostess how we’d like to be seated outside instead! It’s such a nice day!” Reggie kissed Joey’s cheek, then mine.

I looked at the line and lamented the wait to find a seat. I looked at Kyle; he looked equally as put out. I grinned at him, and he came over to hug me.

“Fucking hell,” he whispered in my ear.

I leaned back and clasped his forearm.

“Samesiez!” I winked at him.

He took my arm and led me to a bench.

“Tell me, Mo. How is that lovely Jesse of yours?”

I patted his huge forearm as I answered the question he always asked about my best friend.

“Still super straight, I’m afraid.”

“Darn! Because I’d leave Reginald in a second if I knew your Jesse was available.”

“I heard that!” Reg called from the front of the restaurant. “I’d leave you for him too, babe!”

We laughed as he and Joey went back to their conversation.

“How are things, really?” he asked softly, leaning in close to my head.

“She asked me to move in,” I whispered.

He gasped silently. “And?”

He hummed in understanding, and I grimaced.

“You’ve gotta tell her, babe.”

“You’re not ready, and you don’t see it going anywhere.”

“I know.” He patted my hand softly.

“TABLE FOR HEARTSWORTH?” The hostess shouted out.

“Thanks Kyle,” I said simply. He put a palm on my back as we stood, following Joey and Reg.

We had a nice brunch. I ordered brioche French toast that was amazing, if one could forget it didn’t have eggs. Kyle and I bonded yet again over our snobby partners when they were complaining about the temperature of the food to the poor waitress.

Kyle had an awesome collection of Legos he’d bought over the years, and my favorite memories of them were building whatever expensive set he’d bought recently and drinking cocktails with him.

Joey thought it was juvenile.

“So I started writing a little bit,” I stated when Jo left to the restroom.

“Yeah. It’s really slow, but I think I have the newest plot point—”

Joey’s phone dinged and I automatically brushed the cloth napkin off it.

“Yeah, so—I’m struggling with the next pa—”

The message was visible on the screen and my brain stopped.

It read: MEL: hi baby when are you free? I cant stop touching myself and i need you…

It was followed by a picture.

“Moriah? What is it?” Kyle’s voice sounded really far away.

“Uh.” I clicked on the picture. I knew her passcode, so I punched it in.

It was a nude of a really pretty girl in her bathroom.

“Mo? Come on.” Kyle said louder.

“She’s—um…” I frowned.

Joey came back from the restroom.

“Damn! The pancake bites aren’t here yet? Geez!” She looked around for the waitress, wanting to complain again.

“What’s going on?” She finally picked up on the stale mood at the table and I looked at her with her phone held limply in my hand.

She took it from my grasp and read her messages, looking at me in panic.

“Mo… I really thought you were—” She looked at Kyle and Reggie. “Well, what was I supposed to think when you were spending so much time with her?”

“Her? Joey! You’re such a fucking hypocrite! You JUST asked me to move in!”

I heard a small sound from Reggie, but I honestly didn’t care we were in public.

“You always put her first! You’ve never been present in our relationship!”

“So that gives you the right to fuck other people? What the hell, Jo? I love you!“

“Do you? Because you sure don’t act like it.” She leaned in my space, her eyes blazing.

“Who the FUCK is Mel?” I shouted and she flinched.

“Just someone I work with.”

“Who sends you nudes?” I asked incredulously.

“Mo, please.” She looked around, embarrassed.

“No! Please explain to me how you could be fucking someone else and yet I’m at fault.”

I looked at Kyle. He looked on the verge of tears.

“I can’t handle this. I’m sorry. We’re done, Jo. Find your own way home.” I fished $20 out of my wallet and left the three of them at the table. “I’ll speak to you later, okay? But we’re done.”

“You coward!” she screamed at my back as I left. My face screwed up in anger as I opened the door to the restaurant forcefully.

I drove in a daze, replaying the last month and every single interaction we’d had.

My breathing was heavy and irregular.

“FUCK!” I shouted at the top of my lungs as I pounded on the steering wheel. I immediately felt guilty. “I’m sorry, baby…” I caressed my steering wheel and patted my dash tenderly.

I glanced at my phone on the dock. I wanted to call Jesse, but I remembered he was on a 48-hour date.