We barely reached my front door before we were on each other. Taking off our clothes as we made our way to the bedroom. I collapse onto the bed, pulling him down with me as our mouths never separate from one another. Hamilton’s tongue rubbed against mine as our mouth-to-mouth contact intensified by the minute.
“Shit,” he pulled away, “Let me get a condom.”
Hamilton rushes to grab one and slides it on as I touch myself so I’m ready to receive him. He seemed excited watching me do so. When ready, I sit up on the bed and slide my hands around his ass and pull him forward so that he’s standing between my legs. Placing my lips onto his abdomen for a quick kiss, I slowly get to my feet, licking him to his neck until our mouths meet again. We fall onto the bed with Hamilton on top of me.
His hands at my waist slide up and over my breasts while I wrap my legs around him. Placing one of his hands onto the bed for support while the other positioned his erection at my entrance. Slowly and gently, he enters inside of me, and I moan in response. His strides were deep, and he kept a steady pace.
“Harder,” I encouraged.
Hamilton began thrusting with a bit more strength, but I needed more.
“Harder,” I said again.
And so he did, but it still wasn’t enough. I think he was being gentle for a reason. Maybe he wanted to uphold his good-boy image, but I knew the truth about him. He was a wild boy, and I wanted him to show it to me.
“Fuck me like you’ll never see me again.”
“Bethany –“
“Shut up and fuck me.”
Hamilton nodded. Getting onto his knees, he held my legs wide open as far as they could go and began to ram his hips forward repeatedly with solid force. His momentum and stamina were staggering. When he saw howmuch I loved every hard, forceful hit, he held my legs tighter and opened them wider, enjoying the moment just as I was. Then he pulls a fast one on me as he throws my legs to the side and lifts me onto my hands and knees while still inside me. Hamilton grabbed my hips and rammed into me, yanking me back to meet his thrusts. Burying my face in the sheets, I scream in pleasure. Harder and harder he goes, sending me into a wild orgasm. After a few more pumps, his body goes rigid, and his grip tightens as he finishes. We both go limp onto the bed and are completely knocked out.
By the time Hamilton woke up, I was showered and dressed, having coffee in the kitchen.
“No breakfast in bed?” he joked, buttoning his shirt.
I smile, “I’m not much of a cook.”
“When can we do this again?”
“Soon?,” I shrug.
“I didn’t make a good impression?” he asked.
“I didn’t say that.”
“So what are you saying?”
“I’m not saying anything.”
Squinting his eyes, “You don’t trust me.”
“I don’t know how to trust anyone.”
Walking over to me, he kissed my cheek. “Learn to trust your instincts. Then see what it has to say about me and follow that.”
Chapter 34
There was a strange feeling floating around the office. Most people were either on a job site or working in their office. The only ones buzzing around the office were Aria’s team. Even her business partner, Nate, came into town to visit. All the female admins here in the office kept checking Nate out. He was very attractive—black hair and blue eyes. You could tell he wasn’t from Chicago; he looked too delicate compared to the men here. I found it amusing that the women here drooled over Nate while the females on Aria’s team from California would turn into mush whenever Luca was around. And I’ve caught several of them sliding their phone numbers onto Emilio’s desk.
I was at the receptionist's desk, speaking to the new hire. Administration new hires were always entertaining because they were eager to make a good impression—as though that would catch Luca’s attention. Working here was a big deal, even if your job was just answering phones and booking appointments.
“Anything juicy going on today?” I asked Susie—a high schooler working the summer while our original receptionist was on maternity leave.
“No. Pretty quiet for the most part.” She always wore a smile, something no one around here did. “How was your 4thof July?”
“Pretty mellow,” I internally laugh to myself. “Yours?”
