Chapter 29: Chapter Twenty-Nine
Everett
I am getting impatient. I still haven’t heard from Aubrey to go over to her place. It is seven at night. She would have been home hours ago. It wasn’t my original plan to see her tonight. I was going to wait until tomorrow since we spent most of the weekend together, but I couldn’t help myself. I needed my fix. I needed sex. If I don’t hear from her soon, then I will go somewhere else. I don’t wait around for anyone. I don’t care who I get sex from. Pussy is pussy at the end of the day. It doesn’t matter who it belongs to.
The sound of my cell ringing grabs my attention. I reach for it, hoping it would be Aubrey. I smirk when I see her name. Well, I have put it under A with a devil emoji next to it. It is best for me not to have her full name like I originally had, in case it rings when I am around Hugo and Erica. I don’t know how I would explain my way out of that one. Just with the letter A, it could be anyone. I let it ring a few times before answering. Aubrey doesn’t need to know I have been waiting around for her.
“Hey,” I answer casually.
“Hey, sorry, it took me so long to call. I ended up going to Erica’s and Hugo’s place for a bit to see the kids. Do you still want to come over, or have you made other plans?” she asks.
“It is fine. Yes, I do. Can I come over now?”
“Sure. I am making dinner; do you want anything? It's just a pasta chicken salad, nothing exciting. I can’t be bothered cooking too much.” She laughs.
I haven’t had dinner because I have been too pissed off to think about it.
“Yes. I haven’t had dinner yet. Do you want me to bring anything?”
“No, I don’t need anything. Head over whenever. Dinner will be ready soon.”
“Okay, I am on my way.”
I hang up after that. I am not hungry, but I will eat for her sake. She doesn’t need to be missing meals. Food is the last thing on my mind, but I can wait for what I really want for a little while. I gather my things and head straight to her place. Arriving outside of her building, I park my car down the street. I can’t risk Hugo or Erica seeing it if they happen to drive by. After checking it’s safe, I rush across the road and walk the five minutes to her place, pressing her buzzer. Aubrey answers straightaway, letting me in. I need to try to contain myself from pouncing the second I see her. Aubrey wouldn’t appreciate that. I'll be here for only a few hours, and then I’ll be heading home. I am not spending the night under any circumstances! Two sleepovers in a row were already way too much, we don’t need to add a third to that. Aubrey may start getting the wrong idea.
Aubrey is waiting by the door for me. The closer I get, the harder I know it will be for me not to pounce when I see she is in shorts and a strappy tee. Her hair is pulled back, and not a bit of make-up in sight. I admit, Aubrey looks beautiful without make-up. She is naturally beautiful. I tighten my fists at my sides, making sure to keep my hands to myself.
“Hello, again.” She says, smiling sweetly at me.
“Hey, sweetness,” I reply, smiling back at her.
Aubrey steps aside to let me come in. I take a few steps in as she turns to close the door. When she turns back around, I make sure there are only inches between us. A soft whimper escapes from her lips. I smirk at her reaction. Her lips are within reach, and I am going to take advantage of it.
I grasp her hips and pull her body to mine. Not giving a chance to say a word, I dip my head down and cover her lips with mine, kissing her passionately—Aubrey moans, fisting at my hoodie, kissing back in the same manner. I am not the only one who has had sex on the brain today. Our lips mesh perfectly together. I push her back to the door, things becoming heated quickly. Fuck! I needed this more than I realised. My cock is already beginning to rise to attention. I want to fuck her right here against the door.
My hope is shattered as Aubrey pulls away from the kiss, her face flushed and breathless. “After dinner.” She breathes out.
She places her hand on my chest and gently pushes me away, putting a distance between us, much to my dismay.
“If you insist.” I groan, sexually frustrated.
Aubrey rolls her eyes, laughing. She pats my chest. “You are so dramatic. It won’t take long to eat.”
“I know, but the only thing I want to eat right now is the tasty meal between your thighs,” I smirk.
Aubrey’s eyes widen, swallowing hard, and I watch her squeeze her thighs together. “You have no shame.”
I shrug. “Nope, I don’t. I am honest, though.”
With a shake of her head, she walks away, heading towards the kitchen. I huff, watching after her. I hoped my words would be enough to change her mind and leave the food for later.
“The longer you stay through there, pouting, the longer you are going to have to wait to get what you really want, Everett.” She calls out.
How does she know I am pouting? Sighing, I join her in the kitchen. She has our dinner set out on the table.
“Do you want anything to drink? Water? Coffee? Soda? Beer?”
“Hmm, a beer, please.”
She nods, taking one from the fridge and a bottle of water for herself before we settle down to eat. I feel Aubrey staring at me every now and then. I lift my head, smirking at her.
“What is wrong, sweetness? Finding it hard to focus on your food? Is the throbbing between your thighs distracting you?”
“I don’t know what you mean.” She protests a little too hard and focuses on her food.
I laugh loudly. “I know you are as eager for me as I am for you. I can read your body.”
Aubrey flips me off, giggling. “Hush and eat your food. Stop being such a smug son-of-a-bitch.” She whines.
“Yes, ma’am. Don’t worry, you will have what you are really craving soon enough.”
Aubrey shakes her head, not denying it. God, I can’t wait to get my hands and lips on her again. I am eager to watch her squirm and listen to her scream from beneath me. Two things I know that will happen for sure. I wonder what naughty things I can do to her tonight. I can think of a few. I am more than ready to pleasure and fuck her for the next few hours. She will be weak and exhausted, unwilling to move by the time I finish with her.