I don’t know what I did wrong, but then he turns me around to face the wall. He enters me from behind, my legs closed, and it should not be possible to have sex in this position.
But Decker Thomas is an expert.
One hand cups my breast, tugging on my nipple, while the other roughly rubs my clit. His cock hits delicious spots I’ve rarely experienced before, and I feel the piercing on the tip rubbing inside. I appreciate his pieces of metal jewelry more than he’ll ever know.
“You need to come soon, Holly. I can’t hold back much longer.”
There’s an urgency in his tone that does me in. My orgasm comes, stronger than the last two, and my entire body shakes as I scream out loud enough to have the cops called.
I’m lightheaded as I brace myself on the wall while Decker continues to thrust hard and fast, and I just try to catch my breath. My legs feel like jelly, and I’m disappointed and empty when he pulls out.
Glancing over my shoulder, I watch Decker stroke his cock twice before shooting his release on the wall. “Fuck, Holly.”
“Is that a good or badFuck, Holly?” I ask, leaning on the shower wall, chest heaving.
My nipples are still hard, but I honestly don’t know if I have the strength to go another round. As much as I want to.
He smirks and bites his lower lip. “The fucking best.”
Wait—is he saying I’m the best? Or his orgasm was the best? Or the comment was meant in the best way?
“How do you feel?”
The way Decker can switch from sexy to concerned so fast makes my head spin. The last thing I expected from him was to worry about how I feel. In fact, I kind of expected him to thank me, maybe give me a peck on the lips, and exit the shower without another word.
I stare at the magnificent man I’ve dreamed about since I hit puberty and give him a sated smile. “Much better.”
“Good,” he says, his smile matching mine.
He gives me a long, lingering kiss. The type of kiss that feels comfortable. Not hurried or hungry. Almost… loving.
What the hell does this all mean now?
Romantic
Decker didn’t come out of his room after our shower tryst last night, and I’d almost forgotten I’d set up another date. So, here I am, on a date with someone I wouldn’t typically choose to read in a book, but I need a change of pace.
This one has potential.
Sort of.
At least my hopes aren’t astronomical, so I can’t be too disappointed when it inevitably fails. Which the feedback I’ve provided to the app has shown to be a theme.
The admins really need to better vet everyone before giving them access to date.
Enter Tanner. He seems nice. Attractive. Even the things he says make me swoon a little. At first.
The date started with him telling me I look beautiful, his hazel eyes shining as he pulled the chair out for me.
Score one for Tanner.
Dinner was nice. The conversation was decent. Nothing over the top or noteworthy, but at least there were no second cousin sexual experience confessions. Adopted or otherwise.
Which is how I ended up at his place. I’m not sure where Decker and I stand right now. It’s not the smartest choice, but at least I can leave if things get weird.
“You look beautiful,” Tanner says once we’re inside his apartment.
“Thank you,” I reply, pushing down my annoyance.
