I leaned against the doorframe of our apartment, the one we’d built together over four years of college, and watched you strut in like you owned the damn place. Your skirt was so short I could almost see the curve of your ass cheeks when you bent over to drop your keys into your bag. The perfume you wore today—something expensive, something that made my dick twitch—drifted toward me like a fucking invitation.
You turned around, flashing me that smirk I’d once thought was just for me. "You’re home early," you purred, running a finger along the strap of your bra, the one I knew was sheer black lace because I’d seen it in your drawer. The one I’d never been allowed to touch.
"I could say the same about you," I shot back, crossing my arms. "Late nights at the office, huh? Funny how your boss seems to notice when you wear that skirt."
You laughed, low and knowing, and sauntered past me, your hips swaying just enough to make my jaw tighten. "Jealous, Emilio?"
I followed you into the kitchen, where you pulled out a bottle of wine and poured yourself a glass like you didn’t have a care in the world. "Should I be?" I asked, my voice tighter than I meant it to be.
You turned, leaning against the counter, your tits nearly spilling out of your blouse. "You could be," you said, sipping your wine. "If you wanted."
I exhaled through my nose. Fuck. You’d been pushing this for weeks—new lingerie, tighter clothes, perfume that smelled like sin. And now this? It was like you’d flipped a switch.
That’s when it hit me. The texts. The missed calls. The way you’d come home smelling like cologne and sex.
I grabbed your wrist as you tried to walk past me. "Isis," I growled. "What the fuck is going on?"
You didn’t pull away. Instead, you leaned in, your breath hot against my ear. "You really wanna know?"
I yanked you against me, my hand tangling in your hair. "Tell me."
You smirked. "You wanna watch?"
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I should’ve been furious. I should’ve thrown you against the wall and demanded answers. But when you sank to your knees in front of me, your fingers already working at your blouse, I realized I didn’t give a shit about the whys. Not when your lips were wrapped around my dick within seconds.
Fuck, you were good at that. Better than you’d ever let on in college.
I groaned, my fingers tightening in your hair as you bobbed your head, your tongue swirling around my shaft. You pulled off with a wet *pop*, grinning up at me. "Still think I’m just your sweet little Isis?"
I didn’t answer. Couldn’t. Not when you stood up, shucked off your skirt, and let me see the matching lace panties you’d been teasing me with all week. Not when you turned around, bent over the couch, and wiggled your ass at me. "You wanna fuck me now, Emilio? Or are you gonna stand there like a fucking statue?"
I didn’t need to be told twice.
I was inside you in seconds, my hands gripping your hips as I slammed into you. You were tight, so fucking tight, and you moaned like you’d been waiting for this just as long as I had. "Fuck, Isis," I grunted, my hips slapping against your ass.
"You love it," you panted, pushing back against me. "You love knowing I’ve been fucking other guys while you waited."
That shouldn’t have turned me on. But it did.
I reached around, my fingers finding your clit, and rubbed in fast, hard circles. You cried out, your pussy clenching around me as you came, your juices dripping down my thighs. I didn’t stop. Couldn’t. Not when you were still trembling, still moaning my name like a fucking prayer.
I flipped you onto your back, your legs wrapping around my waist as I drove into you again. Harder. Deeper. Until you were screaming, your nails raking down my back, and I was coming inside you, my cum filling you up as you milked every last drop from me.
After, you lay there, breathless, your legs still trembling. "So," you said, smirking up at me. "Still wanna be jealous?"
I collapsed beside you, pulling you into my arms. "Fuck no," I muttered against your hair. "Not if you’re gonna fuck me like that every damn day."
You laughed, snuggling closer. "Good answer."
And for the first time in weeks, everything felt right.