“I’m not teasing you. I’m just showing you what sweet anticipation can feel like.”
“I’ve already been anticipating this for so long—” I said.
Before I could finish my sentence, he threw my legs over his shoulders, then positioned himself. I felt his cock slamming inside of me hard and fast. I screamed as he continued to slam into me. And then he reached down with his thumb and started rubbing my clit.
“Oh, shit! Yes, Sam! Yes!” I cried out as he continued to move faster and faster until my breasts were bouncing up and down. All I cared about was the feeling of him inside of me. He grunted, then I felt him slamming into me one, two, three more times. And then he burst into one loud groan as he orgasmed. I felt myself climaxing at the same time, my pussy lips closing in on his cock.
“Oh, fuck!” he cried out before finally he let go of my legs and collapsed onto the bed next to me, still inside of me. “That was amazing,” he said.
I looked over at him and smiled lazily. “That was pretty amazing indeed,” I giggled, reaching out to touch the side of his face.
“So, Shelby, I have to ask—”
“Yes,” I answered, already knowing his question.
“I knew it,” he grinned. “I always make a woman cum.”
“Well, that makes me feel really special,” I said, rolling my eyes at his words.
“Don’t worry, Shelby. The things I’m going to do to you are things I’ve never done to anyone else. That’s a promise.”
“I can’t wait to see what you come up with.”
Chapter Fifteen
I woke up early the next morning while Sam was still sleeping and crept out of the bed, grabbing my clothes and pulling them on quickly. I stopped at the door and looked back at him. He was sleeping so peacefully, and part of me wanted to go back and give him a kiss on the lips or on the forehead, but I didn’t want to wake him. I didn’t want him to think I was the sort of woman who stayed in bed, hoping for breakfast and a date afterwards.
I wanted Sam to know that sex with me would be easy, casual fun. And so far, so good. Last night had been absolutely amazing. I didn’t want to scare him off, though. I knew he had misgivings about the fact that he was sleeping with his best friend’s daughter, but that just made me like him even more. He wasn’t doing this without thinking about the consequences. He was doing it in spite of them. He was doing it because his desire for me was more powerful than his fear of the trouble we’d get in.
And that made me feel powerful.
I quickly got to his front door and opened it, closed it quietly, and then made a beeline for the elevator. Last night had been magical, and I just wanted to scream at the top of my lungs how amazing Sam had been in bed. His cock should have been renamed The Magic Cock.
He had more than delivered on his promise. He was absolutely the best lover I’d ever had, and I had a feeling that no other man would be able to match him. His cock had been thick and long, and I squirmed as I thought about how it had felt and how it had tasted. A part of me wanted to rush back to his apartment and give him a blow job. But I couldn’t be that woman. I didn’t want to be desperate. I didn’t want to be easy.
Once I was out of the building, I hurried down the block. When I was sure I was far enough away, I opened my Uber app and waited for a car to come and collect me. The car picked me up within five minutes, and I slid into the backseat. I quickly texted Sam to thank him for a wonderful evening and to tell him that I was on my way home. I didn’t mind if he woke up with me not there, but I didn’t want him to think I’d hit it and quit it.
I giggled to myself at the thought. I didn’t even know if it was possible for a woman to hit it and quit it.
I caught the driver staring at me through the rearview mirror, but I didn’t pay him any attention. I didn’t care what he thought. I had him take me to my car. Once I got into it, I headed for home. I wanted to take a shower, listen to some music, and think about what had just happened.
As I was driving, my phone rang. My mother again. I’d been hoping it was Sam, but he hadn’t responded yet to my text message.
“Hey, Mom,” I said.
“There you are, Shelby. What have you been up to?”
“What are you talking about?” I said into the phone. “I just got up a little while ago.”
“Yes, but I called you earlier. I wanted to know if you wanted to go to brunch with me and Dad.”
“Oh, thanks but no thanks.”
“Okay. Did you go out somewhere last night?” she asked me suspiciously.
I stiffened slightly. “I told you, I went out to dinner with a friend.”
“But did you stay out?” she said, pressing.
“Mom, I’m not going to answer that question.”
“I’m just curious, Shelby. I know you’re an adult now. That doesn’t mean I’m not interested in what’s going on in your life.”
“Mom, I know what you want to ask, and I’m not answering you.”
“What do I want to ask?” she asked me, innocently.
“You want to know if I hooked up with some guy last night, and I’m not going to tell you.”
“So, I’m assuming that’s a yes.”
“Mom, really?”
“Well, if it was a no, you would’ve said no, dear.”
“Mom, I’m going to go.”
“Are you just getting home now or something? Please tell me you’re not doing the walk of shame, Shelby.”
“Mom, we don’t call it the walk of shame anymore. And I’m not answering any more of your questions.”
“Well, are you going to come over for dinner tonight?”
“I guess I could,” I sighed. I didn’t really want to, but if I said no, she’d just continue calling and bothering me until I accepted. “What time?”
“What about four?”
“Four? That’s not dinner.”
“Well, it’s going to be an early dinner, dear. You know your father.”
“Fine, Mom,” I cut her off. I didn’t want to hear about my father’s health ailments or how he was trying to stay fit or how he was trying to make sure he had his last meal well before 6:00 PM. “I’ll be there at four.”
“Okay. And dress nicely, dear.”
“Since when do I not, Mother?”
“Yes. Well—”
“Bye, Mom.” I hung up, rolling my eyes, and quickly checked my phone to see if I had any messages from Sam. Nothing. I was feeling a little bit pissed off that he hadn’t even responded to my message. He could have said something like, “Oh, had an amazing time with you. Hope to see you again soon,” or “I woke up with a hard-on this morning and wished you were still here.” But nothing. I was kind of annoyed.
I thought about texting him again, but I knew that would be a crazy-girl move. And the last thing I wanted to be was a crazy girl. No, I wouldn’t text him again. I’d wait for him to message me, even though I was dying to fuck him again. I could feel myself growing wet just thinking about him pushing his cock inside of me.
“Fuck,” I mumbled under my breath. I knew I was ruined for other men for the time being. No other cock would do it for me.