Pillow Talk

Chapter 3

"Ah yes! Right there- yes!", the woman moaned, running her cherry red nails down Nixon's bare chest.

She circled her hips as he pounded into her at a quick pace, working out all of his frustration. Nixon stared up at the black haired beauty as she rode his cock.

He reached up, taking a pert nipple between his fingers and rolled them.

"Fuck!", she screamed, throwing her head back in pleasure.

Nixon closed his eyes, imagining innocent brown eyes looking down at him, long hair - an unusual mix of black and brown falling over what he imagined to be a pair of creamy breasts as he drove his cock into her.

Freya...

Nixon felt the familiar pull in his abdomen. He gave a one final thrust before he reached his climax.

"Who the fuck is Freya?"

Shit! Did he say that out loud?

Nixon's eyes popped open at the question as the woman rolled off of him, pulling the sheets over her body.

He got up deciding to ignore her and pulled on his boxers and jeans before reaching for his phone on the night stand to check the time.

"Okay, now I'm really intrigued Mr Ford.", she spoke, rolling over onto her side, propping herself up on her elbow.

Nixon scoffed, "Don't you have somewhere to be Em?"

When Nixon had called Emma over, his plan had been to fuck Freya Lorden out of his mind but as per expected, the girl had invaded his thoughts and he found his release at the image of her on top of him in the throes of passion.

Basically his bright idea had been a royal fuck up.

Emma laughed, "Nixon Ford, have you finally met someone?", she asked curiously.

His head whipped around, his eyes widening at her presumption.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

She rolled her eyes, "I think I have the right to know about the girl who's name you called out while fucking me?"

His ears heated at her words. Dammit this infatuation with her was beginning to mess with his mind.

"Okay.", Emma started, "I'm really not offended honestly, it was still great sex and you seemed more eager today and then you're calling out someone else's name. I'm not an idiot Nixon, I know why you called me. You wanted her."

Nixon gave her an incredulous look as she raised a brow daring him to deny it. She knew him well. She always did.

Which was why this arrangement existed between them. It was all about easy, no strings attached sex. He wanted nothing else from her and she wanted nothing else from him. And it was all working out great until Freya Lorden came along.

Taking a seat on the edge of the bed, Nixon sighed in defeat.

"Her name is Freya Lorden. She's Sara Lorden's cousin, you know the girl Nic is marrying?"

Emma sat up, wrapping the sheets around her, giving him all her attention.

Nixon knew this was probably the weirdest fucking thing, talking to the woman you'd just had sex with about the other woman you want to have sex with.

But Emma was his friend before any of this. They met back in college before Nixon had decided that a degree in business administration was just not for him and became the ultimate disappointment to his parents.