My cock twitches. I’m ready to go again.
Hazel’s body goes feeble and I hold her up so she won’t drop. Gently, I put her down and pull out from her. I give her a couple of minutes as I roll the condom out and dispose of it. Then I’m back between her legs, lapping at her juices and bringing her over the edge once more.
Five years to make up for. I still have one too many orgasms to give her before we’re through with tonight.
HAZEL
I lose count of the orgasms. My brain is mush, my legs jelly, but he keeps giving. He doesn’t get enough. He never seems to get enough of me. When we think it’s done, and he stretches me out and kisses me, it only takes a roll of my hips against his to get him going again. His cock goes rock-hard in the blink of an eye, and it won’t go limp before he’s given me two more earth-shattering releases.
I’m in heaven. That’s what it is. If heaven is a sweaty, powerful sex experience with your ex.
He’s got me begging, pleading, and screaming his name. One time it’s rough, and he spanks me until I’m whimpering. The next, it’s soft and sweet, and he rocks his body against mine in decadent love-making. His lips hardly leave mine. His hands are all over me, staining my skin with a memory I won’t be able to rub off.
Vincent’s hard body dominates my vision and I forget about all else while we’re intertwined. He takes me in his arms and bends and folds me. He wills more pleasure from me than I’ve ever felt capable of experiencing. His hair is all over the place, his eyes wild and hazed with lust as he turns us and takes me from a new position.
When we run out of condoms, he tries other things. He adores me with his mouth and his fingers, and he still brings me up over the edge. I lie down and press my breasts together and let him fuck them, sticking my tongue out to receive his load in my mouth.
By the end of the night, I’m exhausted. Drifting off, I fight the will to nap. My body weights a ton, my limbs unmovable, but I’m filthy. I need to shower before I leave, or before I fall asleep. There’s come sticking to my chin and over my breasts, and my arousal and my release cover the insides of my thighs to my knees.
A thin veil of sweat coats our bodies, and the place smells of sex. It’s heady and clean dark.
Just one kiss turned into just one fuck. But now, I’m wondering about one night, or maybe one week. Just to get him out of my system. Just to feel his hands and his adoration for a couple more days...
It doesn’t sound so bad. But then again, for a post-orgasm brain, nothing ever does. Life seems beautiful, and perfect, and none of my problems exist.
When I come back to myself, I’m sitting inside a tub. My heart jumps to my throat and I jerk up, my gaze darting around.
“Calm down, baby,” Vincent’s voice calls from my feet. I whip my head to meet his eyes. He smirks, the lust gone from his face, and back is his lopsided grin. “You passed out on the bed, and I thought it would be better to bathe you before you slept.” He chuckles, the soft sound reverberating in the walls. “We were damn filthy. There was come in your hair.”
I blink several times, breathing out a laugh as I relax. He has sat me inside the tub, the warm water hitting my breasts. Vincent holds a sponge in a hand, and he uses it to rub up and down my shin. My hair brushes along my wet shoulders, sweat plastering it to my face.
“I passed out hard.” I laugh. “I didn’t even notice you bringing me in here.”
“Right?” He squeezes water from the sponge over my knee and watches it dribbling down my leg. “I expected you would wake up when I put you inside the water, but nope. You were gone.” He shrugs. “I was going to put some towels over the sheets and let you sleep. But now that you’re up...” He wiggles his brows, his smile tilting into a naughty grin.
I cackle, kicking water so it splashes across his face. “Give me a break, I won’t be able to walk properly tomorrow.”
“Pity. Then how about room service? I’m damn starving.” He taps a finger to his chin. “Maybe fast food? I’m not sure the hotel would let them deliver here. I’ve been dying to go back to that tacos place we used to go.”
My stomach rumbles upon the mention of tacos and I don’t think it’s that bad of an idea. I’m halfway through nodding my agreement when I notice what the hell am I doing.
The afterglow drains from my brain, and I can think properly now. Going out for tacos with your ex after he banged your brains out is not good sense.
Fucking your ex is not good sense at all. He’s handsome and smoking hot and he still fucks me right, but he’s an ex for a reason. And the reason is that he walked out on us.
One kiss turned into one fuck. What’s next? One fuck turns into another, then into a date, then we’re back together until he disappears again? I would be hell stupid if I let that happen. My friends would punch me in the nose if I ever complained about being fooled twice. They knew how much I suffered for him.
Sex had been amazing. But I was no masochist. I had hurt and healed and moved on with my life.
This is a one-night stand. It isn’t backsliding. It isn’t a second chance. Just a fuck.
“You know what...” I open a slight smile, trying to sound casual as I drape a hand over the edge of the tub. “I have to go home. My day starts super early, and I have to get things ready...”
“You still live with your mother, yes?” He doesn’t wait for my answer as his eyes sparkle. “The taco place is on the way! Let’s grab an Uber and make a stop there, then we’ll go to... Oh, wait, your mother would call the cops on me.” He guffaws, throwing his head back.
He’s damn gorgeous, and I hate him for it.
“I don’t live with my mother,” I point, bracing on the tub to get up. “And I’ll have to pass the tacos. I’ll just go straight to bed.”
I stand and he stands with me, helping me out of the tub and offering me a towel to snug into. Humor has dropped from his face, a groove appearing between his brows.
“All right. Then what time is your lunch break? I’ll meet you for tacos.”
Snuggling the towel around me even tighter, I look away and walk out of the bathroom. He follows close, the heat irradiating from his body licking at my back.
“Vincent...” I start in the steadiest voice I can manage with my legs trembling like leaves.
“No Vincent,” he cuts me in, taking my elbows in his hand and turning me to face him. It’s difficult to focus on his face with his cock hanging so close to my belly. It’s not completely limp yet, and I know he would be ready to go in a moment if I wanted to. Swallowing, I meet his eyes, and there’s such pain across his face it takes me aback. I bite back a gasp, stepping away from him. “Don’t Vincent me, Hazel. Don’t walk away.”
His hands drop from my arms as I take another step back and turn to my clothes. There’s such frustration across his features I can’t stare. Frustrated at me leaving? Why? Didn’t he expect this?
“Look, I know I said ‘one kiss’, and it ended up being much more.” I try to kneel to pick my clothes, but my legs won’t obey. Then I bend and grunt, trying to reach for them. Vincent does it for me, and for a moment I’m afraid he won’t hand me my dress over. Use it as leverage so I’ll stay. But Vincent’s not like that. He actually helps me inside the garment. “But I still don’t have any second chance wishes.”