He's in complete control and I’m not able to bring on my orgasm I so deeply crave. He tortures me, sliding in and out, applying only enough pressure to bring me to the edge but not tip meover.
When he moves, I feel the difference of bare skin, and I'm that much closer to what I want—no!—where I need tobe.
He doesn't care. He maintains his rhythm, pushing higher and slightly harder with everythrust.
I try to scream, but his mouth covers mine, swallowing every sound I make. I've never felt so helpless yet so taken care of in my entire life. Every movement he makes is for me. Only meant to take me higher than I was secondsbefore.
My breathing is so ragged, I can barely contain it anymore but he doesn't let go. His tongue dances with mine, matching the movements his cock makes insideme.
I can't breathe. I'm so out of my mind, I'm goingcrazy.
He pulls back and looks into my eyes when he says, "Now," pressing hard into me, causing me to explode, making my entire world lift onceagain.
5
Mackenzie
We lie therefor a few minutes before getting up, and getting dressed. When I slide into my shoes, he kisses my shoulder. There isn’t an awkward moment shared as he holds my hand, leading me to the frontdoor.
When we exit his place, we walk in silence to his car, where he opens the passenger door for me. I get in and look at him as he leans down to rest his hand on my knee. Our eyes meet for the first time in open light from the streetlamp above and I love the smile on hisface.
"Was I able to deliver your fantasy?" he asks, rubbing circles on myknee.
I let out a small laugh. "Yes, I think that box can bechecked."
I take in a sharp breath, kicking myself for mentioning the list, but he skips right over it, thinking I'm talking about a metaphorical list and not one I have pinned to my wall athome.
"You won't go back to the clubthen?"
His question throws me for a loop. But it’s more than the question; it’s the look on his face when he glances at the mask on his dashboard. He looks torn, and for the third time tonight I wish I was a damn mindreader.
That was our agreement, but after what we just shared, I didn't think he’d hold me to it. I try to hide my sadness. He's sticking to what we agreed and I should bethankful.
I reluctantly nod. "I won't comeback."
He leans in to kiss me one last time before closing the door and driving back to where my car isparked.
The upcoming goodbye has my stomach in knots all over again. How awkward is it going to be to tell him, “Thanks for fucking me and being my fantasy. I guess I’ll see you later.” I drop my head back against theheadrest.
Like everything else he’s done tonight, he surprises me when he places his hand on mine and rubs his thumb slightly back and forth. He glances my direction and I see understanding written all over hisface.
Once he’s parked, I lean in to kiss his cheek but he reaches up to hold my face to give me an actual kiss, the perfect kissgoodbye.
Flush, I turn to open the door, but he stops me. "Why don't you give me your number? Text me when you get home, so I know you made itokay."
My inner little girl jumps up and down in my seat but I try to calm her down and reach for the phone he's holding in his hand. After dialing my number, I hit send and watch as the phone next to me lightsup.
"Done," I say, handing it back to him with a small victory smile on myface.
"Have a goodnight."
"You too,Connor."
In my car, I program his number under the name Last Chance, beaming from the best night of mylife.
When I arrive, I text:I made ithome.
He responds:Thank you for letting me know and for an amazingnight.
