Chapter 19

“Noooooo!” Amantha threw popcorn at the TV as I answered the question correctly and pulled ahead, playing along with a Jeopardy episode.

After our action-packed morning, we spent the afternoon hanging out at her apartment.

She'd showered and changed into yoga pants and a tank top after we got back. Her wavy pink hair and casual clothes made her look adorable.

I never had sex with the same person twice (more than once in a night only counted as once). I never felt compelled to return once we'd gotten dressed again. But I wanted to fuck Amantha again, after we'd already gotten dressed again. Maybe this friends with benefits thing was the difference?

Whatever, I didn't care. I wanted her.

“I guess if I have to lose, at least the contestant is hot.” The contestant she spoke of was tall, toned, and looked suave.

I nodded. “He is. I'd do him. I’d bet he has a nice dick, can you imagine? His pubic hair is probably neat and trimmed, and that cock's probably a nice mouthful. Or at least we can imagine it is.”

Amantha looked at me with surprise. “Really?”

“Yeah. I don't care about gender. If someone's hot, they're hot. I've had men before.” I turned to her. “But right now, I think you're hot. Let’s forget about the TV,” I suggested with a grin.

She smiled and looked at me. “Oh yeah? What would you suggest instead?”

I licked my lips. “Well, I was thinking...” My mouth crashed onto hers.

“Mmm,” she said.

She set the bowl of popcorn on the floor and slid her fingers into my hair.

I pressed my body against hers. We stretched out on the couch, with me on top of her.

Leisurely, we kissed. There was no hurry.

I took my time exploring her mouth with my tongue and worshipping her. We sipped at each other's lips and licked and nibbled each other's mouths.

That was new for me, casual exploration of someone I liked. Of a friend.

Like teenagers, we made out on the couch for hours. We kissed, and sucked, and explored.

Her nails pulled down my back. My hand cupped her breast above her shirt, lightly thumbing her nipple.

I decided I needed to “explore” further.

My mouth left hers and I kissed down her jaw and down her throat. I pulled her tank top and light, lacy bra under her breasts. I kissed across her chest and sucked one of her nipples into my mouth.

She moaned and arched her chest against my mouth.

My hand came up to cup her other breast and my fingers squeezed that nipple. I worked them together, one with my mouth and one with my hand, lapping, teasing, and tugging.

Amantha writhed under the attention.

I switched nipples, still sucking one and squeezing the other.

Amantha moaned, her fingers threading into my hair to press me closer.

I worked her nipples slowly, taking my time to drive Amantha out of her mind. I worshipped her chest, slowly building her pleasure.

I liked this. Maybe I was missing something before by not being with the same person twice.

“Please, Zion, please,” Amantha begged.

Her nipples were rock hard, and she trembled beneath me.

“What do you want?” I murmured before flicking my tongue over a hard peak.

“If you don't fuck me soon, I'm going to lose my mind.”

I laughed and slid my hand down her body into her yoga pants.

“No panties. That's hot,” I said before sucking her nipple again.

My fingers slipped between her lips. She was soaked.

Slowly, I slid my fingertips around her clit.

My mouth moved to hers, and I kissed her as I circled her clit. I flicked it a little then moved my fingers to dip inside her.

She moaned against my lips as I slowly began to thrust my fingers.

I moved my thumb to circle her nub while my fingers worked their magic.

I edged her, pushing her right to the edge of pleasure then backing off and starting again.

Amantha was panting and begging to come by the fourth time I edged her.

“Please, please let me come,” she whimpered. Sweat had broken out over her body and her eyes looked wild.

I smiled. “You said please. Good girl. You can come for me.”

I dipped my head to suck her nipple back into my mouth and pressed my fingers as deep as they would go. I thrust them hard and rubbed vigorous circles around her clit with my thumb.

Amantha shattered around my fingers, her orgasm pulsing hard and deep. A desperate cry of relief left her lips, and her fingers squeezed my shoulders and the back of my head.

Once the initial wave was over, her body collapsed against the couch. She panted and brought her hands to her hair.

“Wow,” she said.

I pulled my fingers from her pussy and met her gaze as I licked them clean.

“That's hot,” she groaned as she watched.

I smiled and kissed her again, our mouths fusing perfectly together.

In the back of my mind, I heard a ringing. Was I hearing things now?

Amantha broke the kiss. “That's my cell phone. It's in my purse.”

Oh. Guess it wasn't me, after all.

Quickly, I climbed off of Amantha and grabbed her purse from the coffee table across the room. I handed it to her.

She pulled the phone out and frowned at the screen.

“I don't know this number but it's local. Hello?” she asked, raising the phone to her ear. She moved to a seated position and used one hand to adjust her bra and tank top to the correct positions again.

Her eyes widened. Fear filled her face.

Oh, I didn't like that one bit.

She asked, “Is he okay? Is everyone okay? ...Yes, of course! Please treat it. Do what you need to do.”

She listened for a minute then said, “Of course. I’ll be right there.”

Amantha ended the call and stared at her phone.

“What's going on? Is everything okay?” I asked.

She spoke with shock. “That was Detective Berger. Neo was in a drunk driving accident tonight.”