Page 44 of The Spite Date (Small Town Sisterhood #1)

My cock swells harder as I imagine her splayed on my bed in nothing but black lace undergarments, teasing her own clit and playing with her own breasts as she watches me strip out of my clothes.

I should lift her and carry her into my bedroom and live out the fantasy, but I’m incapable of walking at the moment.

Not enough blood flow to my legs.

It’s all stopped in my cock.

“I’m afraid private show bookings are sold out for the next week,” I murmur against her neck.

She laughs. “By who?”

“Privileged information.”

“You mean you’re in the doghouse and this is your only night without your kids for the next week and there aren’t actually any tickets available at all?”

She punctuates the question with another rub of my cock.

My eyes cross.

My balls tighten.

My lungs cease to work.

“Yes,” I manage to reply. “Please don’t stop.”

“This?” she asks, stroking me through my trousers.

“Yes.”

“But wouldn’t it be better if I did…this?”

My trousers are suddenly unbuttoned, and she has both hands down my boxers, caressing me now.

“ Yes .”

I’m gulping for air and I don’t know what I’m doing with my hands or if my eyes shall ever uncross, but god help me, her smooth, warm hands on my cock, and—Christ— cradling my balls now too—I’d forgotten exactly how much I enjoy being with a woman.

More so being with a woman I appreciate rather than simply tolerate.

“Touching you is making me wet,” she whispers against my neck.

“Beatrice.”

“Yes, Simon?”

She’s smiling. I can hear it.

And that too makes my cock swell harder in her hand.

Those dimples.

I could lick her dimples, but I cannot see her dimples.

“I don’t—have—a condom,” I pant.

“I wasn’t planning this, but that doesn’t mean I wasn’t prepared.” The hand cradling my balls disappears, which makes me whimper quite an unmanly whimper while the bag rustles.

And then her hands are back on me, and all is well.

“Your dress drove me crazy all evening,” I gasp out.

“Did you fantasize about taking it off me?”

“Yes.”

“All through dinner?”

“Yes.”

“Naughty man.”

“God, call me that again.”

She grips my cock and slides the condom down it. “Tell me something else dirty.”

“I hope you get grass stains on your knees.”

Her hand pauses.

I grip it and guide her along. “Was that not dirty enough?”

“That was…double dirty. I’m impressed.”

“You’re welcome, darling.”

Her laughter is soft and breathy. “Naughty, naughty man.”

And then she’s kissing me again, swinging her leg over my hips once again, her lace-covered pussy teasing my cock.

“You need to remove these.” I stroke a finger beneath the band.

“Do I?”

“Beatrice Best, you are a terrible tease.”

Her breath catches as I stroke inside her knickers. “I’m not the only one.”

The hell with these.

I tug them aside, and my cock glides along hot, slick skin.

My god, the way I’d love to feel her without this bloody condom.

While in my bed.

With fairy lights around the room.

Rose petals.

But the music of the night—the evening chirps and songs of the night insects—that, I would keep.

“This feels like we’re hiding from our parents,” she whispers as she slides her body onto my cock.

My eyes cross yet again at the sensation of her pussy squeezing me. “As if we’re being bad?” I manage.

“So bad.” She nips at my ear, and then my jaw.

I thrust up into her, and have the pleasure of once more hearing her breath catch.

“Do you enjoy being bad?”

She rocks against my body, riding my thrusts as we fall into the easiest of rhythms that also has my balls tightening too quickly and my cock straining too hard.

Cannot. Disappoint.

Not tonight.

Not the first time.

Not with Bea.

“Always—a good girl.” She presses her hands to my chest and lifts herself, riding me harder.

“Always?”

She huffs out a laugh that turns to a gasp as I locate her breasts in the dark, jiggling beneath her dress as she rocks herself on my cock. “Al— oh god, pinch harder.”

I oblige her and roll her nipples tighter between my fingers and thumbs.

Her body jerks, and she grinds against me, rocking against my cock with untethered abandon. “Oh god, that’s so good.”

Sweat beads on my forehead. My arse and legs strain to keep up as she jerks above me. My poor cock has nearly had enough, and it’s becoming more and more difficult to hold out.

“Bea.”

“Yeah?”

“You’re not wearing a bra.”

“You’re welcome.”

Her answer startles a laugh out of me, but laughing makes my cock teeter more precipitously on the edge of release, and I suck in a gasp to try to regain control. “Bea?—”

“Is it as good for you?” She pushes my shirt aside and flicks her thumbs over my nipples, and it takes every ounce of control to not come on the spot.

“Yes,” I manage.

“Simon?”

“Yes?”

“I’m about to—I’m right—it’s there?—”

She presses her hips hard against mine as her pussy tremors around my cock, and then she’s squeezing me from the inside, the satisfied kind of whimper accompanying her internal spasms, and I drop my head back to the ground and let myself go with a groan of utter satisfaction.

The stars twinkle brighter above Bea, her soft chants adding to the music of the night. “ Yes, yes, so good, oh my god, yeessssss .”

Most definitely agreed, Beatrice.

Coming inside her is the most exquisite experience I’ve had in ages.

I don’t want this to end.

I want to simply exist here, in this moment, with Bea’s pussy cradling my cock while we both ride a never-ending wave of orgasmic pleasure.

Except I’d like to see her face.

Witness her lovely green eyes heady with desire.

Watch her flush.

Do her dimples come out when she’s aroused?

I’m pondering all of it as her body relaxes and she sags down against me, head nestling into the crook of my neck.

The last of my own orgasm subsides and, breaking my own long-standing rule, I loop my arms around her back and hold her while we both catch our breaths.

I’m certain I did not deserve this tonight.

And I’m also certain I haven’t a care in the world if I deserved it or not.

“Okay,” Bea finally says quietly.

“Excuse me?”

“You passed the test. We can do this friends-with-benefits thing.”

I blink up at the blurry stars for a moment.

And then the most unexpected thing of all happens.

I burst out laughing.

Perhaps Bea will be good for all of me.

As a friend.

For a short while only.

As it must be.