Her head flies backwards, moaning in heat. Then suddenly she’s shrieking in pain just after her head makes contact with the hard wall. Lifting my head in surprise, I watch her eyes cross in pain.
Fuck, she’s hurt again, this sucks. I wrap my arms around her and slowly lower her to the floor. All thoughts of sex are forgotten. The last thing I ever wanted to do was hurt this girl.
“Ah fuck, Avery are you okay?” I ask trying to make sure she is steady.
I walk her slowly to her small pitiful couch and help her sit down.
“Ugh,” she groans out as she sits down and wraps her head in her arms.
“Let me get you some ice,” I say rushing into her kitchen and grabbing a towel from her oven handle.
Pulling ice out of her f
reezer, I put a small handful into the towel and then rush right on back over to her.
“Oh my god, that hurt!" She cries out while gently applying the ice pack to the back of her head.
Oh my god, my cock isn't hurting but damn it if it isn’t aching with want. I consider dropping a couple of those ice cubes down my pants to help me cool down.
I grab her blanket and sit down on the couch, hearing it groan as I settle in beside her. I wrap my arm around her shoulders and pull her over to me, offering her comfort. She leans into me and holds the ice pack to the back of her head.
“I'm sorry Avery, you okay?”
“Yeah, but I definitely need to shower and get ready for school.” She groans and looks up to the clock on the wall.
I don’t want to let her go, she feels so good in my arms. I can feel her squirming though and getting antsy. She pulls away.
“Where's your cell phone?” I ask her.
She looks at me, confused, then she points to the kitchen table.
I stand and walk over to the table, picking up her phone. “What’s your pin code?”
“Twelve twenty.” She frowns at me as I handle her phone. “What are you doing?”
“Is that your birthday?” I ask as I text my own phone from hers.
I feel a slight vibration as a loud beep comes from my back pocket.
“Yes, I'm a December baby. Did you just text yourself?”
“Yep. What time are you off tonight?”
“Eight-fifteen.”
I walk back over to her and hand her the phone. “Can I call you?”
She hesitates before answering. “Yes,” she says finally, looking up at me with those emerald eyes. So beautiful.
I want to kiss her again but I know if I do I won’t be able to stop myself.
I resist the urge to adjust myself in my jeans. My cock is still hard, aching and straining for release. If I didn’t like this girl so much, I don’t think I’d be able to walk away. If she was any other girl, one of my usual bimbos, I’d probably talk her into letting me jack off on her tits.
“I'll call you tonight.”
I walk to the door and turn back to see her still sitting there, staring at me. “Lock up behind me, Avery.”
I exit her apartment, closing the door behind me. It takes a couple of seconds but I hear the tumblers of her dead bolt lock into place.