“How much trouble do you think I’ll get in if I refer to the other side as sniveling pigs in my motion?” I look out the window and take in downtown Columbia.
He barks out a laugh. “You know if you have to ask, the answer is don’t do it. But now I need to know the story.”
“This guy is such a tool.” I lean back in my chair. “Everything bad that ever happens to him is somehow my client’s fault. I swear, Ethan, this guy could be walking down the street, and a fly could land in his mouth and somehow, he would argue my client had control of the fly.” I blow out a breath. “It’s exhausting arguing against all of this bullshit.”
“Then don’t.” He says it like it’s so simple.
“What do you mean, 'then don’t'?” I fiddle with my hair.
“I mean, don’t get into the weeds with every outlandish argument. Stick to the facts and move on from the rest.”
“Yeah. I guess that could work.” I say it slowly as I mull it over.
“It always works forme.”
“Ok. Thanks. I know I just saw you two weeks ago, but I miss you.”
“I miss you, too. Hey, how have things been at the office with Philip?”
“Well, I would be lying if I said I wasn’t avoiding him. He hasn’t messaged me or tried to talk to me, so I guess that’s the best I can hope for right now.”
“If only we could avoid the people we break up with forever,” he laughs out in response. I know it’s been a while since he’s dated anyone seriously, and I’m about to push him on this when I hear loud noises coming from his end of the call.
“Whatever, nerd. I’d better get back to this motion. Text me later? I love you.”
“Love you too, sis. Good luck, and I’ll talk to you later.”
***
Present Day
I wake up Saturday morning to Sam’s head between my thighs. “I have to get in as much of you as I can before you leave.” His voice is rough with need.
“Fuck.” I grab onto his hair as his mouth works my clit. He slips a finger inside of me and pumps in and out. It isn’t long before he’s adding another finger.
His mouth continues licking, sucking, and softly biting my clit as I’m writhing below him. “Sam. Please,” I pant, begging him for more.
He curls his fingers in just the way I like it as my orgasm crests, my pussy clamping down on his fingers. He keeps working me until I come back down.
“I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of tasting you. Of feeling you lose control from my touch.” He leans back onto his heels and smilesup at me, sucking my wetness from his fingers. “Now be a good girl and turn over. Get that pretty ass in the air for me,” he growls as he moves to stand at the edge of the bed.
I obey him, knees on the edge of the bed, legs spread for him. I feel his cock slide along my slit. “Always so wet for me.” His voice is gruff, and it sends shivers up my spine. Slowly, too slowly, I feel him enter me. He grabs my hips and pulls me to match his thrusts. “Fuck,” he growls, “you always feel so good, Kitty Kat.”
Ifeel good. No,hefeels good.
I start to feel another orgasm building as he continues to thrust into me.
“Sam, please.” I don’t know if I can take much more of this.
“Tell me what you want.”
“Faster. Harder.” I can’t form sentences when he’s pounding into me like this. But I groan as he does exactly as I’ve asked him.
It only takes a few more thrusts before my body explodes into ecstasy, and I scream his name. He continues to grind into me, his grip on my hips bruising, before he finds his own release.
He leans over me, placing soft kisses along my spine, while we both catch our breath. Slowly, Sam pulls out of me, and I hiss at the loss.
“Come on, beautiful, let’s go shower so you can leave me.” He sounds sullen, but he’s all big smiles. Moving out of our bed, I make my way towards the bathroom with him.
