Curveball(6)

After I switch off the ignition and push open the door, the ice-cold winter chill smacks me in the face. Winters in Philly suck, the air so cold I can see my breath. I help myself out of the car, careful not to fall on the black ice forming on the ground, and then I shut the door. I lean on the hood as I watch Teach on the sidewalk, swaying to an imaginary beat in her head. She hasn’t told me her first name yet, and since she seems to prefer Teach, that’s what I’m rolling with. I’m guessing that’s her dancer name, which suits me just fine.

“Mark, c’mon,” she whines, holding up her finger and moving it toward her chest, beckoning me to follow her into the brownstone. “I’m freezing my ass off.”

“And what a fine ass you have.” I walk around the front of the car, pull her against my chest, and run my hands down her arms to warm them up. “I can’t have you catching a cold.”

She giggles. “Well, if that happens, you’d better take care of me.”

“Break out the stethoscope, baby.” I cup her breast and pretend to listen to her heart. “Because I would love to nurse you back to health.”

Teach smacks my hand away, an evil grin on her girl-next-door face. In a barely there plaid skirt and a North Face jacket, as her teeth chatter loudly, she sticks the key into the front door. Her thighs are starting to turn a shade of pink, and even though I’m in a lined coat and jeans, the cold settles deep in my bones.

Inside the building, a narrow hallway to the left leads to a set of doors. Painted stark white, the walls are so bright, I feel as if I just stepped into a hospital. Unlike most apartment buildings around here, her place is in perfect condition with hardwood floors and crown molding that give it a fancy appearance.

Straight ahead, a long staircase leads to the second floor, the amount of steps presenting a possible challenge in our condition. She places one of her legs on the first step and holds on to the railing. Despite my drunken state, I wrap my arm around her, hoist her over my shoulder, and take the steps two at a time until I reach the top landing.

“Give me your keys,” I growl. “I need to get you out of these clothes.”

She hands them over, and I fumble with the lock for a few seconds before the key turns. With her tits pressed into my back and my hand on her ass, I open the door and kick it shut before making my way toward the kitchen. I set her down on the counter and rub her thighs, the cold causing them to tremble.

Her lips crash against mine as I warm her icy skin. Our tongues work in harmony, and the remnants of the apple martinis she drank taste good in my mouth. She smells sweet and delicious, and I want to devour every inch of her beautiful body.

Working on the buttons of my coat, she flips them open one at a time. I shake it off and let it fall to the floor with a thud, not giving a fuck that my phone sounded like it just shattered in the pocket.

She strips off her jacket, revealing perky tits shoved into a tight bra top with a bow in the front. This outfit is so fucking hot, my dick grows harder against my jeans, and the physical agony makes me work faster. I tug at the clasp holding her top together, pulling hard enough that her breasts spring free and the straps inch down her arms.

“Mmm…” I bend down to suck on her nipple, taking it between my teeth and nibbling on it, while massaging her other breast.

Kissing my way to her mouth, I move her booty shorts and panties to the side and push two fingers inside her wetness.

“Mark,” she purrs against my lips. “Yes, just like that.”

“I want you to come for me”—I add another finger, my pace quickening—“and scream my fucking name.”

She moans in response, her mouth opening wide and her head tilting up to the ceiling. I feel her body tighten and then tremble, her hips rocking against me, and my fingers push further, harder, and faster.

“I’m…” Her words die off in her throat, replaced by the sexiest sounds I have ever heard. Taking a chunk of my hair in her hand, she arches her hips and does as I commanded, screaming my name as she comes for me.

With her juices coating my fingers, I raise them to my mouth to taste her before I pull down her bottom lip and smear what’s left of her across it. She sticks out her tongue and licks her lips with a seductive look in her bright blue eyes.

“Good girl.” I want to spread her legs and eat her pussy as if it were my last meal, but I’m so hard, I need to be inside her right this second.

I peel off my shirt first and then try to be quick about removing the rest of my clothes when she stops me. Her hand covers mine as I attempt to take off my belt.

“Let me do it.” She hops off the counter, and with her bare tits pressed against my chest, she slips my belt through the loops and cracks it like a whip before throwing it on the floor behind me.

Damn, this chick is killing me.

Ever since I laid eyes on her in the club, I knew there was something special about this one.

I press my palms to the back of my head, flash a satisfied grin, and wait for her to finish. “Undress away, Teach.”

She gives me a mischievous grin and flips open the button on my jeans. I pluck a condom from my pocket before she pulls down the zipper and slides them over my hips and to the floor along with my boxers. I kick off my shoes and step out of my clothes, impatient and too fucking hard to wait another minute.

“Turn around,” I tell her, my voice coming off like a growl.