The bed shakes violently. Ourcries and guttural sounds combine as he invades me and tries out a fewpositions before pulling out and flipping me onto my chest.
I get into a crouching position ashe takes me from behind, sliding in a lot more easily this time. As we matchthis new rhythm, I lean back, and he wraps his arm around my chest, pulling meclose. He hits deep within, and I can feel his cock jamming against myprostate. Currents of sensation sweep across my body. My nerves force mymuscles to twist and contort.
I reach back, grip the back of hishead, and pull him closer so that his breath slams against my neck as hecontinues his frenzied movements. Cursing, I grip my cock and shoot my load,watching it pour across the pillows. I curse again, but this time because I’vespoiled my pillowcases.
Then I hear his deep, gutturalsound as he wraps his arms around me and pulls me tight against him, hisjerking quickening.
He’s coming.
And something about knowing thatexcites me even more.
He kisses my neck as he continuesclinging to me. As we pant in sync with each other, as rhythmic as our experience,I’m stunned. Excited as I was about imagining fucking this guy, it hardly comparedto the real thing. Just feeling his cock fully inside me still arouses me,despite a hypersensitive sensation within me that makes me want to push himout.
But I let him stay inside.
Thirteen
Bryce
He lies across me.
Once I pulled out and collapsedbeside him, he crawled on top of me.
Sweat drips from my head, onto themattress. My high’s just starting to settle, and now I feel like shit. When itwas going down, it felt incredible, but now I feel like I’ve hurt, not just me,but both of us by following through with this. I knew better, but how could Ideny him when everything within me outside my logic was telling me that Ididn’t just want this, but needed it? Despite how much I wanted to, I couldn’tignore the chemistry between us.
He gazes at me, smiling. He looksas cocky as ever. Probably because he knows just what an amazing fuck he was. Thoughit was easily the hottest sex I’ve ever had, I’m sure this pales in comparisonto some of his exotic, sex-filled vacations—the ones I’ve seen headlines for onblogs and gossip sites.
He leans close. “That was fuckinghot,” he says before offering a kiss.
I slide out from under him androll off the bed, picking the used condom up off the nightstand.
“Yeah,” I say as I head into thebathroom, where I trash the condom and fetch my clothes.
“What the fuck?” he asks. Hefollows me into the bathroom, his dick dangling between his legs, wagging as hesteps inside.
I slide into my jeans. “I probablyshould grab you that ice pack and the food.”
He smiles. “Shut up.”
I avoid eye contact.
“You’re serious, aren’t you?” hesays. “Come on. You don’t have to go.” He approaches, offers a kiss, and wrapshis arm around me, feeling his way from my upper back to my ass.
The corners of his lips rise as hesmiles. He pulls away briefly and whispers, “We could have another round.”
“Thanks, but I think we alreadydid too much as it is.” I pull away. “You know how shitty of an idea this is.”
“We don’t have to tell anyone.”
Now I feel like he’s playing me.Like he did in the beginning. Was that what he was really getting at? Get me tolet my guard down so that he could get laid so that he could get me to be hislittle bitch.
“Do you still need the ice pack?” Iask, insisting on being fucking responsible about this.
Although my vision is a littlehazy and the way the room seems to shift assures me that the alcohol is reallyabout to take me for a ride.
His face shifts from shocked to furiousin an instant. “Why are you being an asshole? Seriously? Are you going topretend that wasn’t hot?”
“Gonna do my very best.”
