“Lunch,” she corrected.
“A date,” I said again, adjusting my phrasing.
“Sure. Maybe.”
“I don’t care, you know.” I stood and reached for her, setting my coffee down on the counter before boxing her in and burying my face into the crook of her neck, careful to not mess up her blown-out waves or the blend of her foundation. “That’s the point, right?”
“I think you’re probably supposed to care.”
“You know what I mean.”
Sophie’s mug clinked against the marble as she set it down beside mine, then her hands slipped around my waist and her fingers threaded together at the small of my back.
“I’m meeting him at twelve-thirty,” she said, dusting a kiss across my temple. “So don’t go interrupting my date with your phone call.”
I sank my teeth into the curve of her collarbone, which earned me a pinch in the ribs. Sophie laughed and shoved me off of her, checking herself in the mirror once more before grabbing her coffee and heading for the living room. I trailed behind her like the puppy we both knew I was, following her around for scraps and instruction.
“Tonight, we should talk about setting a date,” she said. “We’ll need a date to book the baker and the florist and all the rest of it.”
“The rest of it?” I gave her a dubious look. “I thought you wanted something small.”
“Small still needs planning. Small still needs a venue and an officiant.”
“I’d marry you right now,” I reminded her. “Right here.”
“I know.” She took my face in her hand, stroked her thumb across my cheek. “You deserve something better than that.”
“And you?”
She laughed and handed me her coffee mug. “I deserve whatever I want.”
A pool of heat that lived permanently in my stomach started to boil, and I nodded my agreement. “Yes, you do.”
She pulled my face toward hers and dusted a decidedly chaste kiss across my mouth, considering she’d woken me up with a blow job and then let me make her come after her shower. I kissed her back until she’d had enough, swallowing down my protest when she took a step away from me.
“I’ll see you at four?” she asked.
“See you at four.” I wiggled my hip, trying to adjust my erection, knowing she would watch the movement. “Have a nice lunch.”
“Have a nice shower.”
“Yeah, yeah.” I waved her off with my elbow since my hands were full with our coffee mugs. “Go to work.”
I took the mugs into the kitchen and rinsed them, then headed into the bathroom to shower. I did pause as I stripped out of my underwear, debating the merits of getting myself off for a second time or ignoring my erection and driving myself mad with want all day. There was also a part of me that worried even if I did come, I’d stay hard. The threat of Sophie’s date with Finn was a very real and present thing in the forefront of my mind. Not that their being together was a threat, but thinking about them certainly was.
I was very secure in my relationship with Sophie, but the thought of her being with other partners always got me going. In the past, we’d talked about it sometimes…after the fact. There’d been plenty of video calls where she’d told me about her night, and I’d touched myself the whole time. Would she come homeand tell me about Finn? Not that I expected them to do anything dirty over lunch, but…
My mind was racing with possibilities, Finn’s soft plea to be more than a toy between us blaring like an airhorn in the back of my mind at all times. Sometimes the things Sophie and I enjoyed in bed felt a lot like games. How would Finn handle that? Would he want to participate or would it be too much for him? There were so many unknowns with this dynamic we’d stumbled into and as I climbed into the shower alone, I told myself the only way to figure out what worked was to talk and to try.
In the end, I decided not to touch myself. I took a normal shower, a little colder than usual, and waited under the spray until my dick settled into something that would fit into my pants without looking like I’d walked off the set of a porno. By the time I got dressed, I was already running late for work, but I managed to make up some of the time by taking a shortcut out the back of our neighborhood instead of heading for the freeway.
I was at my desk dialing into my first call of the day when the text message from Finn came through.
Finn
Do you want to get dinner tomorrow?
Just me and you.