"God yes, please move," I groan, almost sobbing as the burning inside me changes to the most intense, exquisite pleasure I've ever felt.
Doing what I ask, he starts to move, thrusting slowly at first, but as I get closer to the edge, I start pushing back on him, our bodies finding a rhythm easily.
"So good," He gasps, throwing his head back as sweat rolls down his temple. At some point, he's taken one of my legs and placed it over his shoulder. He leans down to kiss me, and that position allows him to go just a bit deeper, drawing a whimper from my throat. We both circle our hips, and I feel him so deep inside my body it turns me inside out.
"I need.. I need.." I'm a mess, not even to put into words what I need, but Case knows. Continuing to buck into me relentlessly,he works his hand between us and jerks me in time with his thrusts.
"Come for me, baby. I want to feel you come." He drags his thumb over the crown of my cock and that's it. I come harder than I ever have in my life. It feels like it lasts forever, ropes and ropes shooting out of me, covering my chest and abdomen.
He thrusts even harder and faster into me as the waves of my orgasm wane, and when I feel his cock swell and his muscles all tense as he lets out a shout as I know he's followed me over the edge.
He collapses forward onto me, smearing my release over both our bellies, both of us panting. He takes my mouth once more in a soft kiss that seems to communicate everything I need. "Are you okay?" he says, pulling his head back just enough to see my eyes.
"God, yes. So good." I say softly.
He places another gentle kiss on my lips before pulling out of me slowly. I wince as he leaves my body and I'm hit with an overwhelming feeling of emptiness. Case disappears into the bathroom for a few moments, coming back with a warm washcloth and a which he uses to clean me up gently. Then he goes into the suite kitchen, returning with a bottle of water which he hands me as he climbs back into bed. He wraps his arms around me and pulls me close. "How are you doing?" he asks softly once we're settled.
I can't seem to string together more than a word or two, since my brain has gone offline and I'm not sure when it will be back, but I manage a soft "I'm good. So good." Case squeezes me against him, and I feel safe and protected.
"You'll be sore tomorrow, but hopefully it won't be too bad." He presses his lips to my temple. "You should rest for a little while."
His soft words whispered in my ear feel like permission to let everything go, so I do. I let all the overwhelming feelings will wait until later, and as I let the soft blanket of sleep settle over me, I sigh, feeling strangely like I'm where I'm supposed to be.
Chapter 4
MATT
Iwakeupwitha start. It’s pitch dark, and I know I’m not in my own bed.Where the fuck am I?I’m sweltering, and I realize there’s someone in bed with me, plastered to my side. A man. I’m in bed with a man. And suddenly everything comes rushing back. I had sex with a man, and it was the most intense, hottest experience I’ve ever had. I close my eyes because this is all too much. I know I've done nothing wrong. Michele is moving out, and we’re not getting back together. I know I’ve wondered a few times if maybe I might not be one hundred percent straight, but I never imagined it would lead to me waking up in another man’s bed.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.I need to get out of here. I don’t know the protocol for this situation. Do I wake him up to say goodbye? Just sneak out? Do I leave my contact info? But what if he doesn’t contact me? Do I even want him to? My breathing speeds up and my chest tightens as my thoughts spiral out of control. I feel like someone’s grabbed my lungs and is squeezing them.I need to get out of here right fucking now. If this guy wakes up while I’m in the middle of a panic attack, it’s going to make things even worse, and I don’t think I can handle that level of awkwardness.
My eyes have adjusted to the bit of light coming from the clock beside the bed. Case shifts around, pulling away from me so he’s lying on his back with the sheets gathered around his waist and one arm resting on the pillow beside his head.
My breath catches in my throat, so I close my eyes again, trying to regulate my breathing. He moves restlessly again, this time rolling onto his side so his back is toward me. He lets out a contented sounding sigh, sinking back into what seems like a deep sleep. I give it a couple of minutes to be sure, and then I slide carefully out of bed. Using the light from my phone, I find my clothes scattered around the floor and get dressed as fast as I can, shoving my socks into my pants pockets and slipping my bare feet into my shoes. Grabbing my suit jacket off the back of the chair, I debate leaving him a message of some kind. But what am I going to say? Thanks for the sex and have a nice life? I’m never going to see him again, so what’s the point? God help me, I don’t have a fucking clue. I’ll just have to stay single for the rest of my life, because this is too awkward.
Shaking my head, I open the heavy hotel room door as quietly as I can, thankful there’s a separate bedroom, so he’s less likely to hear it. I check the hallway quickly, like I’m a teenager sneaking out after curfew, and walk out. My stomach does a strange flip as the door clicks shut behind me. My room is a couple of floors below this one, so I find the stairs at the end of the hallway and use those instead of the elevator, thankfully slipping inside without encountering anyone on my very first official walk of shame.
I’m so overwhelmed I barely know my own name right now. I’m freaked out, but I don’t think it’s because I slept with a man. I think it’s because I slept with someone who isn’t Michele. After twenty-five years together, I was worried about sleeping with anyone new. Turns out it was a much newer experience than I ever imagined.Jesus Christ.Clearly, I am not one hundred percent straight. That was the most incredible sexual experience I’ve ever had. If this is what sex with a man is like, why the hell isn’t every man on the planet bisexual?
I shake my head as I take my clothes off one more time. For a moment I consider a shower, but I have a few hours before I need to get ready for the day, and for some reason I don’t want to wash off Case’s scent that still clings to my skin.Weird, but I’m not even going to try and examine what that means.I sigh as I crawl between the sheets. I guess I’ll be doing a whole lot of thinking on the flight home. I’ve just picked up a bunch of extra baggage I’m going to have to try and unpack when I get there.
Chapter 5 – Present Day
CASE
TheskyoverSeattleis steely gray when I head out from the little hobby farm owned by my best friend Reed and his partner, Dylan, a few days before Christmas.
Reed and I stayed up way too late last night drinking too much beer and catching up, so I got a later start than I’d planned, but my rented SUV has good snow tires. I’m excited to spend the next couple of days skiing and relaxing with a group of old college friends. This year’s annual get together is at a cabin up in the Canadian Rockies, close to some world-renowned ski hills. The place has a hot tub and every other creature comfort you can imagine. The rest of the guys arrived yesterday, but I spent one night at Reed’s place in Seattle and drive up from there. I cannot wait for a couple of days of relaxation with old friends.
This little getaway is a fresh start. It's long past time to evict the specter of the man who’s been living rent free in my head for over a year, preventing me from even thinking about anyone else.
‘Matt From Seattle’, as I now think of him, is going to be moving on out of my head beginning today. Only about a year too late.
I am not a relationship guy. I was pretty young when I learned first-hand how fragile life is, and how quickly someone you love can be taken from you, so I decided being independent is the best route for me. However, I’ve been caught off guard a couple of times by a couple of people who thought they were fine with a sex-only relationship, but they ended up growing attached, and things got awkward. So, I brought in a ‘one-and-done’ policy, and so far it’s worked pretty well. I’m totally up front about it from the start. No Repeats. No Exceptions. That is until I ran into Matt From Seattle.
He was different than anyone I’ve ever been with, and he's the only guy I've ever considered breaking my rule for. There was something about him I couldn’t get enough of. The sex we had was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. It was incredible, like something out of a romance novel or some shit. I was so overwhelmed and wrung out that I passed out afterwards, sleeping for a couple of hours. I had thought he was feeling the same way, having a similar mind-blowing experience. It never occurred to me, in my orgasm-drunk haze, to confirm he was going to stick around for round two after we both got a little sleep. But when I woke up, he was gone. And since that night, I haven’t been able to go one goddamn day without thinking about him. Not. One. Day. Reed thinks the guy’s dick must be magical, and I’m inclined to agree. It is not rational for a man in his forties to be so enamored with a virtual stranger after one brief encounter. I don’t even know his last name, for fuck’s sake.
But this weekend marks the end of the madness. One of my old college buddies has spent the last few annual weekends trying to get me into bed, and it’s become a joke among all of us. But this weekend I’m giving in. Jake is a great guy. He’s a former NHL player who’s still involved with the league. He’s also deep in the closet, so he’s ultra-choosy about who he fucks so he doesn’t risk getting outed. I know he’s hot; I know he’s fun and I also know there isn’t a chance in hell of either of us developing feelings. It’s the perfect opportunity to start fresh and get my groove back.
