“Pin, you don’t have to,” I gasped.
“Be quiet,” he said. “I’ve been thinking of doing this all night.”
Flames erupted deep inside me at his words, and I lost all ability to speak as he sucked and licked with mounting intensity. Wave after wave of ecstasy washed over me until I was gasping for breath. I moaned and even begged. I would have been ashamed at how much I screamed for satisfaction, but I couldn’t think of anything but Pin and the way he was kissing and touching me.
I felt myself rising to a climax and I wove my fingers through his thick hair. His hands tightened on my thighs, as if he was determined to keep me close to him even as I bucked in physical delight.
“Oh God.” I moaned. “I’m so close.”
When I orgasmed, I saw stars. Pleasure coursed through my body as I rode the sensations higher and higher, lost in the sexual ecstasy.
That’s what I had wanted, all night as I had danced with Pin. I didn’t want to think about how he might bore me in a week, or consider how wise it was to hook up with a biker. I just wanted to chase the feeling of intimacy and sexual pleasure.
As I came back down, I slid my hands to his shoulders, trying to encourage him to move. He had given me so much, but I knew I wanted more. I wanted to give him what he had given me.
He rose up above me, a soft smile on his face. It wasn’t an arrogant grin, I could tell. He didn’t want a pat on the back over going down on me. He genuinely was pleased to see me so satisfied.
I pushed on his chest and sat up. He furrowed his brow in confusion, but rolled onto his back. I reached over and fumbled in my bedside drawer until I had pulled out a condom. He grabbed it from me and tore at the wrapper.
When he was ready, I straddled him again and sucked in my breath at the feel of his hard cock against my thigh. I whispered, “Is this ok?”
“Yes,” Pin said, eyes steady.
I smiled and slowly lowered myself onto him. He closed his eyes as I took him inside me, embedding him up to his hilt. He moaned as I rose up and down again, and I grinned at how much pleasure I was clearly giving him.
“Oh God, you feel so good,” he gasped.
I let out a sigh of victory as I positioned myself so he reached a spot deep inside me.
And then I let myself go.
I rode him hard as he bucked his hips to keep up with me. I kept riding him as he moaned. His hands ran up my hips to knead my breasts and then back down over my stomach.
When his panting reached a desperate level, I felt myself instinctively clenching around him, urging him onto his own climax. He cried out as he was pushed over the edge. I watched him spasm with pleasure and rode his orgasm out.
When he had finished, I leaned down while he was still inside me and placed a gentle kiss on his mouth. Then I rolled off him and onto my beck. We lay in silence, a warm cloud of satisfaction enclosing us both.
I moved to my side, facing him and reveling in the warmth of his large body. He shifted closer to me and raised his arm. I didn’t usually cuddle, but his chest looked so enticing that I rested my head against him. I sighed as he wrapped his arm around my waist.
The exhaustion of the day caught up to me. Every second of the night, from Trey’s downfall to the dancing to the sex had been absolutely thrilling, but my energy had been expended.
I knew that maybe we should talk. I knew how to define hook-ups, I had plenty of practice. I needed to set boundaries. I needed to say something about how fun it was, so it would be clear that “fun” was all I was looking for.
But before I could speak, my eyelids drooped, and I fell into darkness.
Nine
Pin
I dozed for a little bit, the soft weight of Claire’s body a warmth that somehow captured my entire form, but a gut instinct woke me up in the small hours of the morning.
Some part of me knew it wasn’t healthy to linger. It encouraged clinginess and feelings. Sex was one thing, but actually sleeping together until the sun rose was another beast. You could fall asleep thinking one thing, and then wake up thinking quite another.
The sex had been amazing. Every second had been so fucking hot that I had almost thought it was a dream. But Claire’s gasps and moans and delightful little hands had convinced me it was all real. I had felt my soul shatter as Claire moved above me.
I didn’t want to admit it, but if I really looked back at my exploits, it would have been no contest. It was the best sex of my life.
But sex was just sex.
