I am breathing heavily. One of my hands come to his head, his black hair between my fingers. My fingers tangle, getting lost in his hair.
“I don’t want to come yet,” I whisper.
He doesn’t stop. It spurs him on to focus more with his tongue movements, concentrating on my clit.
“Hey,” I say in a raspy voice, pulling him off me by gripping his hair. His eyes meet mine and a mischievous smile washes across his face.
“What?” he whispers back in a raspy voice, matching mine.
He starts kissing my stomach, my chest, my neck. He slowly and confidently makes his way up my body, encouraging me to lie down. He hovers above me as he covers his cock with a condom from his pocket.
I can feel the head of his cock gently applying pressure on my pussy. Teasing me. I move my hips towards him, showing my eagerness.
With a slight and smooth move, he pushes his cock into me slowly, but going so slow enables me to feel every centimetre of him going into me. He draws himself out, equally as slow. I am aching for him. It makes me lift my chest up and grab his shoulders, digging my fingers in. I moan and breathe, “Perry…”
He buries his face into my neck and enters me again. This time he goes faster, building his speed gradually. He keeps thrusting into me and I enjoy the feeling of him filling me. My pussy is enthralled at his girth as it strokes my walls. Building up friction, oh so tantalisingly. He moves his mouth to my nipple and takes it in while he’s still shoving himself into me. I moan loudly and feel my climax climbing.
This inspires him on to go faster. Building his climax. “Fuck, Soph.”
I grab his biceps and move my hips with his, my clit rubbing against him, getting faster and faster. My climax reaches its peak and I feel the explosive feeling rush over me, from crotch up my torso, through my chest and out my limbs. He comes as I feel the aftershocks pulsate deep within me.
He withdraws himself and lays to my side, resting his face in my neck, kissing it a few times. I rest my lips on his forehead and return the kisses. Our arms embracing each other as we run our fingers along tingling skin. We lay there for a while in silence. He gets up to remove the condom in the bathroom and returns to take a deep breath. “I better get going.” He starts getting dressed.
“What? I thought you were staying overnight?” I ask, gripping the bed sheet to my chest and raising myself to lean on my elbows, gobsmacked at the abrupt turn of events.
“I only have the night off. That includes travel time.” Perry is dressed and looking annoyed at me.
“Oh, okay.” I’m struggling to find the right response. It was nice of him to come and spend the free time he has with me, but this feels a little…wrong? A continuation of the off feeling between us lately.
“No need to see me to the door. I’ll let myself out.” He comes over, kisses me, and I watch him close the door behind him, still trying to work out what the fuck just happened.
Did he seriously fly in for a lay, then leave? What the fuck is going on?
5
Sophia
Dave approaches Nikki and I, handing our beers to us. The hotel bar is abuzz with a few teams squished together, taking over the area. Everyone is in high spirits after the end of the season and Riley winning the championship.
“What’s your mum been up to?” Nikki asks. “We really need to pop by and say hello, it’s been too long!”
“She’s been good. She’s asked when you both will be free to come over for dinner,” I reply.
“We would love that!” Nikki exclaims with a brilliant smile.
“Yeah, your mum is hilarious,” Dave states.
My phone buzzes on the table and my eyes catch Perry’s name on the screen.
Couldn’t say this in person, but I can’t continue with our relationship. Our schedules don’t match up and it’s a struggle to coordinate our times. I need someone who can follow my schedule.
Sorry if you feel blindsided by this, but I have been thinking about it for a while now.
What did I just read?
It must be written all over my face because both Nikki and Dave are looking at me, asking if everything is okay. I flip my phone over to the both of them and show them that Perry has dumped me via text. They exchange a look between the two of them, and Nikki shuffles over to hug me.
“I’m…I better go,” I say, standing up with Nikki following. “I’m okay. I want to go to my hotel room and see if…if I can call him.”Why would I want to bother calling him? I don’t. I just want to be alone.
