Page 3 of Sweeter Than Fiction
And with as hot as she is, I’m sure he will be enjoying himself too. Being that fit, she probably can ride him like she’s in the rodeo. Meanwhile, I get winded thirty seconds in—and that is with me doing the absolute bare minimum.
As I walk through my door, I make a mental note to ensure my noise-canceling headphones are charged up.
One of my cats, Whiskers, greets me at the door. That’s no surprise. He’s the friendly one of the two. Whiskers likes me. Snowball, on the other hand, simply tolerates my existence. To him, I’m merely the server of his food and cleaner of his litter box.
I spend the next few minutes taking a shower and then pouring another glass of wine and making a fancy cheese and cracker plate. Then, I settle in with my knitting and smutty audiobook.
Man, I sure know how to live it up on a Friday night.
Oh well. There’s literally nowhere I would rather be.
I put on my headphones so that I don’t hear anything that may be going on next door. I’d rather listen to it in my book than in reality. I don’t know if that’s more or less sad.
I get to work on knitting the penguin I’ve been working on and let myself get lost in the book I’m listening to. I’ve been on a huge “dominant guy in the bedroom” kick. Not that I would really even know what that feels like.
My list of sexual experiences is a mixed bag of crazy, weird, and overall disappointing. My first naked experience with the opposite sex involved a guy who was so nervous that he went into the other room to put the condom—well, two condoms—on. And then, it was four minutes filled with, “Are you done? How about now?”
And now that I think about it, neither one of us was actually naked.
Then, there was the guy who wasn’t impressed with my fellatio skills. When he shoved my head all the way down on him, it caused me to uncontrollably gag and throw up all over him. That, in turn, caused him to do the same all over the back of my head.
Then, there was the guy who told me going down on me was gross. He caused me so much trauma that my therapist and I spent almost a whole month on it.
And the only other guy I’ve been with was one who was actually my boyfriend. We dated for a few months, and it was okay. But there was no real chemistry. It was fine, but I still never had an orgasm during sex.
Maybe I’m just broken and can’t get off like that.
Or maybe I’ve just slept with guys who had no idea what they were doing.
Either way, just the thought of it makes me feel like my ulcer is going to start acting up again.
And Jenson wonders why I’d rather avoid all of that.
As I’m knitting away, Snowball finally makes his appearance. He moves to my side and starts licking my arm. This is a cat who usually ignores my entire existence. Now, he’s licking me like I’m a…well, like a snack.
Oh my gosh, they really are going to eat me when I die. No one will find me until there’s nothing left but bits and pieces of my mangled corpse.
I glance around at the messes of tangled yarn, realizing it’s what the firemen will see. Jenson was right.
Pulling out my phone, I send him a text.
Okay. Set me up.
Chapter Two
Don
“Oooh, yeah. You like that, baby?”
My date for the evening slowly slides up and down on my cock. Shar’s a model and sexy as sin, but us fucking is the only common ground we’ve found all evening. And even now, it’s nothing profound.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m enjoying myself. But I almost feel like she’s trying too hard.
I pride myself on knowing how to please a woman. I love making her come while she moans and writhes beneath me. When Shar said she wanted to ride me, of course, I went with it. I aim to please.
Now that she’s doing it, though, it’s like she thinks she’s starring in a porno.
A bad one.
