“Are you serious?” My heartbeat quickens as excitement rushesthrough me. Not just because I want to see the guy live, but because that’s oneof the most thoughtful things anyone’s ever done for me.
“You told me that it was coming soon. I figured it wasn’tsomething you’d do for yourself, but I feel like you need to be there.”
“Thank you, Reese.”
“It was nothing,” he says, rolling his eyes.
“No, it really wasn’t nothing. It was…a lot. Too much. Thesetickets had to have cost you a fortune. I can’t accept these. But I appreciatethe thought. It’s just way too much.”
“You can andwillaccept them,” he insists. He rests hishand on my cheek, his thumb caressing in that all-too-familiar way. “Becauseyou do deserve this, and so much more.” He kisses me.
“Thank you so much for this. Reese, you can’t realize how muchthis means to me. I could never afford to do something like this for you.”
He takes the envelope from me and sets it on the nightstandbehind him. Rolling back over, he whispers, “I think I have an idea of how youcan repay me.” His words stir a heat within my body—a passion for him.
I don’t just want him inside me. I want him all over me. Notjust his kiss and caress. I want to be totally consumed by him in a way thatisn’t even physically possible, have every part of him stimulating every partof me, reveling in that erotic touch that my body now craves. He takes me, andI let go of my inhibitions and let him have my body in every angle and positionhe desires. I’m his sex slave tonight. I’m his to totally use in whatever wayhe chooses, and even when he throws his legs up for me to top, I’m his thentoo. Just a toy to satisfy his own greedy impulses, because that’s what’s sosatisfying to me right now.
We fuck the way I needed to fuck, and when we settle after ourpost-orgasm highs, I delight in all the sensations that pool within me. Heholds me close, offering many tender kisses, which I relax into.
He pulls away and studies my face.
“I’m finding this really easy to get used to,” I say.
“Your ass is easy to get used to,” he jokes, and I laugh.
After a few more minutes of holding each other and sweet kisses,I head to the bathroom to throw out the condoms we used when I notice myclothes on the bathroom floor. I check the drawer and realize I just have oneshirt left.
“Shit,” I say.
“What?”
“I need to swing by my place on the way back here tomorrow. Ihave like one shirt to wear. I knew I was running low, but I guess I wasn’tpaying attention.”
“You should bring over all your clothes.”
“Shut up,” I say. Nice of a thought as it is, I know we’renowhere near ready for that.
I head to the bed and crawl back up to him.
“Well, I should at least get to see your place by now,” he says.
Tension rises within me. Since the evening began, this is thefirst tension I’ve felt that hasn’t been related to his massive intrusion. Thefirst one that hasn’t been coupled with a steamy, erotic intensity.
Just disappointment.
“What? No. It’s a dump.”
“It’s your dump, so I want to see it.”
“No, please don’t.”
I think about the stupid little room. It doesn’t even look likeanyone lives there. I don’t have anything up. My clothes are the only thingthat decorate the room—the floor, the bed, the closet. It’s the room of a guywho doesn’t plan on being in any place for very long. It represents the nomadiclife I’ve always lived.
“It’s part of your life,” he says. “I think, considering we’reboyfriends now, I should get to see it.”
“You’re gonna think I’m a slob.”
“You’re here all the time. I already know that.”
