He slid his hands back up my body, cupping my breasts and squeezing them. I let out a whimper when he rolled my nipples between his fingers. “Please,” I begged. I was tired of waiting. I wanted the taste of him on my tongue. Grabbing him by the backs of his legs, I urged him forward.
“My greedy girl,” he said with a dark chuckle, and my core tightened. I didn’t know why I liked hearing him call me that, but the effect was incendiary, heating me from the inside out.
Donovan tapped my lips with the head of his cock, and I eagerly opened for him. He pushed in a little at a time, savoring each moment as his length slowly disappeared. He hit the back of my throat, and I swallowed to keep from gagging as my eyes began to water.
“You okay?” he asked, and I hummed the affirmative. He gave me a moment to draw in a few deep breaths through my nose before he thrust forward again. I continued to pull in air through my nostrils, fighting off the urge to gag. He was bigger than anyone I’d had before, and I was struggling to take all of him.
Finally he pulled back, giving me some relief, and when he pushed forward again, it was a little easier to handle this time. He pumped in and out, and I took great pleasure in his manly grunts, the same ones that fell from his lips when he pounded into me. I couldn’t see him from this angle, so the little sounds he made told me I was doing this right.
“Touch yourself,” he said, his voice full of gravel. I did as he asked, sliding my hand down my stomach until my fingers brushed over my clit. I moaned as they slid easily into my entrance, and I pumped my fingers in and out a few times before bringing them back to my clit coated in my arousal.
“That’s it. Show me how you like it,” Donovan said as I circled the sensitive bundle of nerves. It didn’t take long for my release to build. Just as my muscles began to tighten, Donovan’s thrusts became wilder and more erratic, signaling he was about to come.
“Do you want my cum?” he asked, and I moaned, giving him the greenlight to finish in my mouth. A moment later my orgasm ripped through me, and the choked sounds that vibrated up my throat sent Donovan over the edge. He spilled into me with hot spurts hitting the back of my throat, and I swallowed down every drop.
Donovan pulled out and stared down at me, his chest heaving with ragged breaths, something like adoration sparkling in his eyes. Then he reached down, curling his hand around my nape, and pulled me up as he maneuvered us both into a seated position.
“That was fucking mind blowing,” he said, then tugged me forward to capture my lips with his. “I need some water. I think you drained me dry,” he accused playfully before walking out of my bedroom buck naked, returning a moment later with two bottles of water. He handed one to me before opening his and draining almost all of it in one go. I quirked a brow at him, and he shot me a cocky smirk before replying.
“Gotta rehydrate. It’s going to be a long night.”
21
DONOVAN
Seven weeks later…
“Just sign the damn papers,” I muttered to myself. The contract from our Boston office was laid out in front of me. There were little yellow tabs sticking out of the edges indicating where my signature should go. For some reason, I couldn’t do it.
I got the call less than a month ago informing me my predecessor, Melvin, was officially retiring. They’d expedited my application and interview, and it all went seamlessly. I received word last week that the job was mine if I wanted it, and a couple days later, all the paperwork necessary to secure my transfer and promotion arrived in the mail. It was the only good thing that had happened the past three weeks, and I should’ve been more excited about it, but I couldn’t bring myself to celebrate knowing it meant I had to leave Virginia—and Emily— behind.
We’d spent one glorious, uninhibited month together. It had been the most incredible sex of my life, and for the first time in years, I truly felt connected to another person. It was so tempting to extend our arrangement, to squeeze every last dropof time I could have with her from my remaining weeks here. But that would only make this hurt more when it was all said and done, so we’d stuck to our original agreement and when our month was up, we parted ways.
After a full night of fucking on every surface of my house.
We even christened the laundry room. I’d taken her on top of the washer while my sheets spun inside the drum following a mishap involving some chocolate sauce and whipped cream.
That was three weeks ago, and I hadn’t seen her since. True to our word, we hadn’t talked. I only broke radio silence once to text her that I'd officially gotten the job offer, and that was only because she’d made me promise to do so. She congratulated me and wished me luck. It had been crickets ever since.
It was for the best. I knew that, but still, part of me ached to hear her voice. I wanted to smell her sweet scent and bury my face in her soft hair. It was all I could think about, all I dreamt about. I woke every morning with a raging hard-on that no amount of cold showers or jerking off could cure. She’d gotten under my skin, sunk her claws into my veins, and burrowed her way into my heart.
And now I was hesitating to pursue the future I’d always dreamed of because my mind couldn’t stop playing thewhat ifgame. I couldn’t risk entertaining any ideas about staying and giving up my dreams to see if we could become more. It was silly and irrational and downright reckless. I just needed to forget about the way Emily’s touch made my heart race or how her smile caused warmth to spread through my chest. Or how her laugh could instantly turn my mood around after a shitty day. The only thing that could fix that was time and distance. I just needed to sign the papers.
I picked up the pen, my hand trembling as I lowered it to the first page. The tip pressed so hard into the paper I was surprised it didn’t make a hole through the entire stack.
Just fucking do it, man. This is what you've been working for. This is your future.
I was about to make the first stroke of my pen across the dotted line when there was a knock at the door. Startled, I nearly jumped out of skin, dropping my pen in the process. Even though I wasn’t expecting company, I was secretly relieved to be interrupted. I wasn’t willing to dig too deep into why that was.
Rising from my chair, I strode to the door and opened it without checking first. Surprise washed over me to find Emily standing on my front porch. She offered me a tentative smile.
“Hey,” she said, a little breathless, and a zing of excitement coursed through me.
“Emily. Hi,” I said, my brain slowly catching up to reality. “What are you doing here?” I asked, trying to act casual though inside, I was giddy over her showing up here after not seeing her for so long.
“I, uh, need to talk to you,” she replied, chewing nervously on her bottom lip. My grin faltered at the look of uncertainty flashing in her eyes. It was almost as though she worried I might turn her away.
“Come in,” I offered, stepping aside and motioning her forward. She brushed past me and entered the foyer. I closed the door and turned to face her, unease settling in my gut at her wary expression.
