She followed with a second gasp, paused, and argued, “Afraid that you’ll lose?”
“Losing is not in my vocabulary.” I didn’t give her a chance to debate when the swell of her breast caught my attention, and I leaned in a fraction to bite her nipple.
Yet another moan escaped her as she grabbed my head to crush her mouth on mine. Kissing while being seated balls deep inside her wasn’t enough. I could tell she felt the same when her hands gripped my neck in a desperate hold while she stared into my eyes and rode me.
The fire between us ignited to scorching levels. I felt it everywhere, with my cock as the epicenter. Even as I slid in and out of her, I needed more of her. Every thrust upward caused a new wave of excruciating torment to course through me.
Not another word was exchanged, yet an entire conversation occurred. That electrical charge we shared had taken on a life of its own. With each roll of my hips, she slammed hers down, taking every inch of my length each time. During it all, we shared the same oxygen, desperately trying to fill our lungs as best we could.
“I’m coming,” she murmured against my lips while her walls tightened around me. Her ice-blue eyes locked with mine during her entire climax, and hell if that wasn’t sexy as fuck. And the aftershocks of her orgasm sent me hurtling into my own release. It went on and on… and then it all stopped.
Clarity came fast as an awkward moment passed between us. I couldn’t be sure what it was that ran through her mind, but the first thought that came to mine: I am fucked.
Her orgasm numbers so far: island—one, couch—two, bedroom door—three, shower—four. I was at three myself. That left one more condom, and I planned to use it before I left… which could be at any time now. Something told me the moment she woke she’d kick my ass out.
Honestly, it surprised me that it hadn’t happened yet. Based on the sunlight poking around the drawn shades, it had to have been somewhere around 7:00, maybe 8:00 a.m. And while she slept peacefully beside me, I debated whether to make the call and hightail it out of there. The spiteful side of my arrogance wanted to give her a dose of her own medicine, but for some reason I couldn’t bring myself to leave.
The entire situation was strange. The last thing I ever wanted was a relationship… but a fuck-lationship was different. I liked to fit sex into my life and not revolve my life around sex. Cocky as it sounded, I’d never had a problem getting some. When the need arose, I found a woman, hooked up, and, if I liked her enough, would suggest exclusivity until we both had our fill or got bored. It was amazing how many women in this city eagerly agreed.
The art of hooking up was time consuming enough, and unlike by brother Brad, if I was going to go through the trouble, then I didn’t want to start the process all over again a few days later. Who had time for that?
There was a lot to be said for having a regular fuck buddy that ran more than a few weeks. It’d been a while since I had that, mainly because the last two women I’d been with had raised red flags of wanting more right out of the gate. Like a hypocrite, I’d conveniently chosen to ignore the red flag currently flapping in my own mind because of how much I wanted Amy.
As I stared at the difficult pain in the ass beside me, I struggled with what to do. All those confusions mingling with not knowing how long it would be before I would be able to fuck her again was what kept me rooted to her bed. Until the need to pee forced me to slip out and use her bathroom.
Once done, I knew going back to her room would make it too tempting to stay. That would then make it impossible to stop. It all posed a dilemma, and I decided to take some time to really think things through, forcing myself to head for her living room in search of my clothes. But after putting on my underwear, a weird cosmic force had me gathering the other articles and backtracking into her room.
Like a glutton, I slowly dressed while my head bartered with my libido—if she woke by the time I was done, then I’d stay… if not, then I’d go. Taking my sweet time, I shoved my socked feet into my shoes and remained in that chair, willing her to wake up.
I took a good look at her room. Not unlike the rest of her apartment, an eclectic mix of old and new, masculine and feminine, all came together in a weird way. The off-white furniture looked as though it came from her childhood bedroom, the lace curtains maybe were her mother’s, and the masculine chest of drawers her dad’s. The only thing that looked of this era was the ivory tufted headboard on her bed.
The beachy shades of beige in her bedding, complemented by the blues in the bedside lamp and the navy in the suede chair I sat on, created a calming presence. The clutter coming from a pile of books on her nightstand, and articles of clothing falling out of an overloaded hamper, meant she could not care less about order. But combined, it all suited her.
I glanced at my watch, wondering how long I was willing to wait. As if the sexual universe wanted to fuck with me a bit, she turned in her sleep, exposing her breasts, and there was no way I could leave now.
It felt like ages before she stirred again, and my fucking cock practically cheered when she reached out her hand, landing it on the now-empty spot where my body had been. Her eyes flew open with a gasp as her body jolted into a sitting position… and I instantly got hard.
She blinked a few times before focusing on me and relaxing. It felt as though condom number four was burning a hole in my pocket, because Christ that was hot as fuck to witness.
“What are you doing?” she asked, coming to her senses.
“Debating.”
“On?”
“I was about to leave, but something deep down…” I dropped my gaze a beat, adding, “Way low down thinks I should stay.”
“I can make this easy on you and ask you to leave.”
“You can.” I sauntered over to sit on the edge of her bed. My tracing the swell of one breast reminded her that she was naked, and I grinned when she snatched the sheet around her hips to cover herself. “Shy all of a sudden, Jersey?”
“No.”
“Uh-huh… so, is that what you want? For me to leave?”
“Yes.” Her voice said one thing, but her expression said something else entirely.
“You sure?”
“I’m not interested in being your good-time girl.”
“You make it sound so cheap.”
My comment didn’t amuse her. “What is it you want out of this?”
I skimmed a hand over her shoulder, down her back, and straight to her ass. “I want your pleasure.”
“Or yours?”
“That too.”
“Why me? I’m sure you have plenty of contacts in your phone you can call for a good fuck. I have a lot of work to do today, a deadline that is only weeks away, and I can’t have you here distracting me.”
My chuckle caused a scowl.
“What’s funny about that?” she asked.
“I’m shocked you admitted that I’d be a distraction. As far as contacts, there’s one I don’t have yet.” I reached over and snatched her phone off the nightstand. “Unlock it.” Miraculously, she did as I said, and I tapped out my phone number, waiting for the call to connect. “Problem solved.”
“Good. Now can you go?”
“Maybe I want to stay and help you work. I could be an inspiration. It must have been hard writing hot sex scenes without having hot sex. You’re welcome.”