so tension built in me quickly.
He got a bit closer to me. “So tell me to stop, then.”
“Chad…”
He said, “Yes, baby?”
“I…” I tried to control the desire in me, but it was so strong that it was evident in my voice.
He kissed the back of my neck. “You want me, baby. Don’t you?”
He slowly moved his hips over me, pushing his rigid cock against my ass. I clenched my teeth and held in a moan.
“Did you like that, too?” Chad softly inquired.
I closed my eyes, not wanting him to know I did. “Chad, can we just play?”
He sighed. “OK, just let me show how to do this.” We made the shot together and then he won on his next turn.
Chad re-racked the balls, then blurted out. “I’m hungry, so this is the last game. I wanna make a bet, though. If you win, I’ll massage your feet every day for a week. But if you lose, we get matching tattoos on our right shoulders of a spiderweb.”
I laughed. “You could’ve just asked me to do that. I’d do it for you.”
“I know,” he replied. “But I also know you hate needles and if you lost a bet, it would be easier to do.”
My eyebrows lifted. “You think I’m gonna lose? You’re on!”
I went home with Chad after we got the tattoos. Chad’s rented house had three bedrooms with a garage. I had loved helping him choose furniture for it. He made me feel like it was my place too. I had stayed over several times before and kept some things there. I loved sleeping in his arms.
When we got there, we were a bit too wired to sleep, so we sat on the couch with a pair of acoustic guitars. At first, we were just playing Triple Threat songs.
Then when Chad got up to get a drink, I started messing around with his guitar. Using only the top four strings, like my bass, suddenly the random notes took on a life of their own. I played the same sequence a few times then added more to it, until I had a one minute solo written.
“Holy crap, baby. I like that.” He grabbed his guitar and slid his fingers over the frets without strumming. “The end of that would be perfect for this.”
Then I stopped and he started playing a series of chords. We had never written music together in quite that way.
“Maybe we could write some lyrics to go with it tomorrow.” Chad sounded excited. “Baby, what do you feel when you play that?”
“Horny.”
“Oh God, baby. Why do you do this to me?”
“I’m not letting you get in my panties tonight. Seriously, I feel so turned on by that piece. It came from my soul. I wasn’t even thinking. My fingers just kept moving.”
“Kinda like sex. You don’t need to think, you just do it.” He reached over and kissed my lips.
I closed my eyes and kissed him back. He pulled me closer and our guitars hit each other. Then he pulled back. “Like that? Just primal instinct?”
“Yeah, exactly.”
“Ooh, yeah! ‘Primal Instinct!’ That’s what we should call it.”
After I stripped down to my underwear, Chad put ointment on my tattoo, so it healed right. Then he sighed as I got up on the bed, to reach his shoulder. It was nice that we had something the same on our bodies. I felt even closer to him because of it.
While I was running the ointment over his skin, he asked, “How long are you willing to wait until the perfect guy comes along?”
“I don’t know.” I sighed. “If I’m not married by 30, I’ll marry you. You could make me happy, even if I don’t love you the way you love me.”
“If you marry me, I’ll give you the moon to make you happy.”
After, he held me and caressed my practically bare back, as I knelt on the bed. “Baby, can I make you cum again?”
I really wanted him to touch me. I had an increasing need for him every day. Before I could answer him, my phone rang. I crawled across the bed and looked at it with a huge smile.
“Hi.”
“Did I wake you?” Giovanni asked.
I chewed on my bottom lip and turned away from Chad. “No.” I loved when he called me. “I’m just