Boy Next Door (Parkside Avenue Book #2) Read Free Page A

had her hand up
my shirt, running those huge lips over my stomach faster than a whip crack, and
I had to admit, it felt kinda good. Wet, but good. In the dark, I tried to put
another face to my date, but the only one I could conjure up was Cora’s. A bevy
of beauties out there, and all that came to mind was somebody’s frigging
mother. I pulled Tina’s head level with mine and kissed her hard, imagining her
friend Lexi instead. At least Lexi was young and pretty. I wouldn’t have minded
going there for the night, if Kendrick hadn’t staked his claim first. Tina
responded with enthusiasm, prising my lips open with her tongue and thrusting
inside. She tasted of cigarettes. Old, musty cigarettes. I imagined it must be
a similar experience to lick a dirty ashtray. Not that I’d ever tried it, even
in my most drunken of moments. Tina’s mouth was as big as her lips suggested,
and I struggled to keep up with it. An episode of tonsil tennis was normally
all it took to get me geared up for the main action, and yet, things were oddly
quiet down there. My dick obviously found Tina as unattractive as my eyes did. It
was time to get things moving.
    Raising my hands from her waist,
I headed for her tits, but they were so flat, it felt like I was touching up a
freaking boy. She let out a moan. She liked it. Me, not so much. Even thumbing
her nipples brought no response where it was needed. This was gonna be a tough
call. I couldn’t have her opening that big mouth of hers and spreading it
around town that I couldn’t get it up.
    Her hands moved further under my T-shirt,
pushing it up until I let her slip it over my head. Then her lips smoothed over
my pecs, and she fumbled with my fly, opening it and pushing my jeans past my
hips. My dick flopped into her hand.
    “You’re not ready.” She sounded
disappointed.
    I shrugged. “Probably the beer.”
    “Hmm.” She glanced up for a
second before looking down again. “Let’s see if we can get things moving, shall
we?” Her fingers set to work, and my blood pumped. “Must be wearing off,” she
said. “It’s stiffening.”
    Couldn’t she just shut the fuck
up? I was finally gaining traction, but her voice was killing the mood. I
pushed on her shoulders, and she got the message.
    Yeah, that’s right, rubber
lips, down you go. Ahh .
    Thankfully, that mouth was good
for something after all, and I was hard in seconds. Thinking about Cora’s ass
in her skintight shorts helped. What was it about that woman? Pappa and Kendrick
had both succumbed to her charms and now she was wheedling her way under my
skin too. But hell, at least something was working, and I’d take what I could
get.
    “I think that’s done the trick,”
she said with a note of satisfaction. “My turn.”
    What the fuck? If she
thought I was going down on her, she could forget it. My tongue was not going
to the same place I imagined dozens of dicks in town had. I grabbed her by the
shoulders and flipped her around to bend over the potting bench.
    “Whoa there. Not so rough,” she
protested.
    “Sorry.” I reached under her
skirt and yanked down her panties. I needed to get the job done before she
softened my wood with her voice.
    With one hand on her bare ass, I rooted
for my wallet with the other.
    “Hurry up,” Tina shouted.
    “Can you just be quiet for one
damn minute? I’m trying to find a rubber.” I always kept one on me, just in
case. I prayed it wasn’t out of date.
    “I’m on the pill.”
    “Good for you.” Girls lied about
that kind of thing. I knew. My best buddy at uni had been caught out like that,
and I’d be damned if I was going to let it happen to me. Besides, when you go
swimming with sharks, you need a strong cage.
    When I thrust into her, she
gasped, and her nails scraped over the tabletop, but she bent her knees and
rocked against me, encouraging a faster rhythm. Tina could fuck. Bonus. Steadying
the pace, I focused on building to release, feeling bad that I didn’t fancy