What the fuck? Why did I say that? We can’t.
I cleared my throat. “However, tonight I’ll sleep on the couch.”
“Okay. I can grab you some extra blankets and pillows.”
I went back to watching her ass, knowing I should stop, but it was the best moment of the day.
“Just let me know if you need anything.”
I need a lot right now, Jade. A whole lot. I need a nice wet distraction away from this crisis.
When we got back inside, I took a cold shower to get me out of the rising lusty fog. It helped. I put on new sweatpants and a white shirt, getting as comfortable as I could. I preferred to sleep in the nude. There was no way I could do that this week.
Jade took a shower after me.
I explored the cabinets and fridge, realizing that we would have to get food supplies tomorrow. Usually, I had them delivered. Hopefully, my sister’s apartment was in an area that served.
I checked my phone. There were ten missed calls from Amber. It appeared she would not stop bothering me today. For a minute, I wondered if there was some emergency. I checked her text messages.
Amber: Where are you staying? Why won’t you answer the phone?
Amber: You better not be with anyone else. I know that I messed up, but we have to talk.
Is she serious?
I let out a long breath and typed back.
Me: In the morning, you’ll have six days. Use that time wisely.
After that message, I shut off the phone, sat on the couch, and noticed Ganesha sleeping on a pile of folded blankets. His pink kitten lay next to him. “Really, buddy? Jade put those out for me.”
Several deep snores left him.
I grabbed the remote, put the tv on the sports channel, and leaned back on the sofa. I hoped for any news besides the coronavirus, but even this network had remained on the topic. All sports events would now be canceled not just in the US, but all over the world.
I turned the volume up.
The sports analyst spoke, “Since the opening of the first modern Olympic Games in 1896, the international sports competition has only been canceled three times: once during World War I which was in 1916 and then twice during World War II which was 1940 and 1944. Now in 2020, the Summer Olympics will be canceled due to the COVID-19 outbreak.”
“Holy shit. No Olympics this summer?” Jade walked out in a hot red cotton bodysuit. It hugged her body and had a low-cut V-neckline.
I grunted.
She stood near the couch and stared at the screen.
At this point, I had blocked out the analyst’s words. That outfit had my full attention.
I kept the hungry growl out of my tone. “Where are you going?”
“What do you mean?”
I gestured to her enticing frame. “The bodysuit.”
“Bodysuit?” She laughed. “It’s my new pajamas from Ross.”
I frowned. “He picked those out.”
“Yeah. He called them Love Me A Lot long johns.” She walked off to the kitchen. On her ass was a back flap with several button snaps. It didn’t look like she had panties on. I couldn’t find the outline of them under the thin material. With one quick tug, I could bend her over and ram my cock into that ass.
My length grew in my sweatpants. I grabbed a pillow and placed it over my lap.
She opened the fridge and bent over. “Do you want a beer?”
I lifted my head and gawked at that round ass.
“Kamal?” She rose and looked back at me. “Do you want a beer?”
I changed my view. “Yes. Thank you.”
“Do you mind if I have one of yours? I’ll get you some more beer tomorrow.”
“Don’t worry about it. You can have everything you want.”
Including my cock deep inside of you.
Groaning, I rubbed my face with both hands.
Chill out, man.
Her sweet voice sounded close to me. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah.” I moved my hands.
She stood right in front of me, looking so delicious. Holding a beer in each hand, she did a twirl, showing me more of her body. “So?”
I licked my lips and growled out, “Yes.”
“Do you like these long johns better than the pajamas?”
My cock jumped. “Yes. They’re very nice.”
“Good because I’m not taking any more complaints about my clothing for the rest of this week.” She handed me my beer.
“I promise I won’t complain.”
“Good.” She headed back to the bedroom.
“You’re going to sleep?” I could hear the pleading in my voice.
Calm down.
“No. I was going to read a book in the bedroom. I didn’t want to take up your space.”
“No way. Hang out with me.”
“Okay.” She twisted around. Her breasts bounced with the movement. That V-neck revealed a lovely visual of perfect cleavage. I didn’t know if I should tip Ross or curse him out.
You knew what you were doing, Ross. You could have easily found more appropriate sleepwear.