I watch as her face relaxes, her tightly shut eyelids blinking open.
That’s when I give her what she needs.
I grab her hip with bruising pressure and wrap one hand around her neck, without exerting any force at all. I can feel how her pulse ticks up as I thrust inside her.
“Are you happy now? Is this how you thought it would be when you wrote that little article?”
“Yes,” she gasps. Her hands move from my shoulders to my biceps, and I can’t resist flexing for her.
“Tell me something. After I left your room that day, did you touch yourself?”
Her body tenses, confirming what I suspected. She doesn’t say a word, though. That won’t work.
“Tell me the truth, and I’ll touch your clit again.”
“Yes. Yes, I touched myself.”
I chuckle darkly. “Fuck, you give it up easy, don’t you? I thought I’d have to work a little harder.”
Moving my hand between us, I press my thumb against her clit and feel the way she clenches my cock even tighter, her juices dripping down my shaft.
“You’re making a mess on my table,” I groan, thrusting harder. “I’m never going to look at it the same way again.” I grip her thighs tighter, punishing her. “Every time I see it, I’m going to remember how you came all over my cock right here, dripping all over the cherry wood like you can’t get enough of me.”
“Fuck…you.” There’s no heat to the words, and she follows it with running her teeth lightly along my neck. She kisses me right under my jaw, and my vision goes white for a second.
Our bodies writhe against each other like we’d die if we stopped. Her legs pull me to her so tightly, I have to work to have space to pull back before every thrust. Her hard nipples scrape against my chest, and I know if I looked down, I’d see her breasts bouncing with every rock of her hips.
But I can’t keep my eyes off her face. The face I’ve seen thousands of times, but never like this. Her wide hazel eyes are glazed with lust, her cheeks flushed pink. Sweat dampens her dark tousled hair. She’s so goddamn beautiful, I almost can’t believe it.
“I’m close,” she mumbles. She doesn’t need to tell me—I can feel it in the way her inner walls pulse around me.
“If you don’t say my goddamn name this time, I swear to god, you’ll regret it,” I say roughly against her ear.
“Yes, Ryan.” She’s not even coming yet, but she’s trying to show me how good she can be. It makes my cock ache, and I dig the hand on her hip in harder to keep from coming right then.
Pippa gasps, and I can see her eyes blazing in the second before she falls over the edge. “Ryan!” she moans as her body tenses, her pussy fucking milking my cock. I come right after she does, in an overwhelming rush that pulls me under. I practically black out by the time I’m finished emptying inside her.
For a moment, we just stay there, our bodies intertwined. Our ragged breaths mix as we come down. The sweat slicking my back slowly starts to evaporate and my skin prickles in the cool air.
Pippa releases her legs from around my waist right before she unwraps her arms from my neck. I step away, giving her a chance to hope off the table. A tepid silence fills the air while she grabs her bra and panties off the floor and I pull my pants back on.
I drag my fingers through my hair, wracking my brain for what to say. The high of coming inside her has started to fade, and I sense that reality’s about to smack me hard in the face. I’ve never been at a loss for what to say to a woman after we had sex.
I’ve also never screwed the woman currently sharing my apartment. Maybe I should wrap my arms around her or try and kiss her. Something nice, to show her that I enjoyed myself—except Pippa’s currently putting several feet of distance between us. Her eyes don’t meet mine. She makes a show of fixing her hair, like it requires all her concentration. It’s like the last half hour never happened.
Fuck, I shouldsaysomething.That was fun? Thanks for the orgasm? Was it good for you?
Pippa speaks up before I can. “This was a mistake. We shouldn’t have…I mean, we both had too much to drink. That’s all. This was just physical.”
A bitter taste fills my mouth. Normally, that’s exactly what I want to hear from a woman after we’ve slept together. I should be relieved. Instead, I feel—fuck, I don’t know what I feel. It’s not like I’m going to beg Pippa to come back to bed with me or anything.
“Okay,” I say, because that’s all there reallyisto say. “Well, good night, I guess.”
“Good night.” Pippa nods and scurries down the hall toward her room. She didn’t even wait to put her clothes back on, so at least I’m treated to one last view of her bare ass.
After a pit stop to the bathroom to splash some water on my face and brush my teeth, I fall back onto my bed. That’s the best part of never making the bed—you don’t have to pull back the covers.
I stare up at the smooth white ceiling, trying to make my mind just as blank. Normally, a good fuck would send me off to a great sleep. Right now, my body is on high alert, twitching with every tiny noise. My mind reels, playing back the events of the night and thinking about random stupid crap, like garter belts and PixiPirate09.
