He smirked over my breast, sucking at it once more and pulling back until he released my nipple from his mouth with a pop. I gasped at the action, watching him stand up and pull his fly down. Chris pulled out his hardened shaft. It wasn't the largest I'd seen, but it was not small. It was, however, the thickest, and I wondered how that would change the feel of sex. He pulled his pants down only the slightest before he moved my underwear to the side again, sliding himself inside of me with one quick forceful thrust.
He stretched me to an uncomfortable limit. He didn't give me time to adjust as he thrust inside me quickly. My nails dug into his back as I tried to move myself so it wouldn't be as painful. Chris pinched at my nipple with his fingers, rolling it around a little too painfully. I was feeling more uncomfortable than turned on as he gripped my hips a little too tightly right as I had gotten used to his girth. My hips swayed against him, focusing on the pleasurable things hewasdoing.
I moaned as I climbed, getting close to my climax. He suddenly went still over me, and I realized he'd just come inside me. No warning, no waiting, no asking if I was on birth control. Nothing. He slid out of me, tucking himself back in his pants with a smug smirk.
What the fuck was that?
I lay there still half exposed, shocked. I had never been left hanging like this before. Every guy I had ever been with had always made sure I'd reached my peak before they came. Even my abusive boyfriends did that much. I looked at Chris—who seemed very content at the moment—with my mouth slightly agape. He only sipped at his wine happily, unaware of my shock.
I fixed my clothes, covering myself back up in a hurry before chugging my wine, wishing it was something stronger. He didn't seem to notice my the shift in mood, mainly because I kept my face schooled.
"It's getting late, and I have an early morning tomorrow. Can you let yourself out? I'm going to go shower. Goodnight, Chris," I told him as I got off the couch and headed to my bathroom.
Hopefully, he would get the hint and leave soon. I felt extremely disappointed with how the sex ended. That was definitely something we would have to work on if we were to be married. I wouldn't be stuck with shit sex for however long we ended up together for. A heavy breath of air escaped my lungs as I started my shower, slowly undressing myself. I heard the front door slam shut, and I knew Chris had left. The slam of the door made me believe he was upset, but what the fuck does he have to be upset for?
I let the hot water wash away all my worries and frustrations. I still felt horny as hell and way too worked up. So, I grabbed the toy I kept hidden in the drawer of my bathroom. Good o’ Richard was going to take care of me tonight.
Get it, cause a nickname for Richard is dick. Aren't I clever?
I moaned as I played with myself, letting Richard take great care of me. Between the hot water and Richard's vibrations, I found my climax quickly, knowing exactly what I liked. I stepped out of the shower to a fogged mirror and dampened walls. I got dressed, keeping my hair in a towel as I left the bathroom. My curiosity peaked as I entered the living room to see if Chris had really left.
My heart raced as I saw a figure on the couch that was not Chris.
Davis' P.O.V.
She stepped out of her room with a towel wrapped around her head. She was a picture of beauty with her cheeks flushed from the way she pleasured herself in the shower. The temptation to enter the bathroom and help her finish was absolute torture. I knew just being inside her apartment without her knowledge was already over stepping. She'd probably yell rape if I entered her bathroom.
"I told you I'd come find you if you skipped your workout today," I reminded her as her blue eyes gazed at me in utter shock.
She swallowed, shaking her head as if trying to shake the surprise from her body. When she opened her eyes again, she seemed upset.
Shit, I overstepped.
"Did you hear me?" She asked, referring to her escapades in the shower.
"Did I hear you what, Lisa?" I asked, feigning innocence that she was not buying.
"You know exactly what?!" she gritted.
She was hot when she was mad.
"I may have," I admitted, making her pale cheeks flush pink with color.
"You weren't supposed to hear that," she muttered in embarrassment.
"Don't leave the door unlocked next time."
I was still mad at her for that. Her door should never be unlocked, especially not in a city like this. I was going to barge in and scare her enough to make sure she never forgot to lock the door again, but I walked in to hear her pleasurable moans. Now I was stuck sitting here for a minute trying to get myself to stop being so damn hard for her.
"That asshole," she murmured.
"Who?" I asked, worried that Branden bothered her again.
"Don't worry about it, just know I never leave my door unlocked. I had a guest and asked them to see themselves out. I guess they didn't think to lock my door as they left."
She was highly upset as she explained herself. I think she was pissed at whoever her guest was, but it seemed like she was mad at them for more than just that. I leaned forward, observing her as she stared at the door like she could shoot a laser at whoever had been here before me.
"I suggest you make sure to lock your door before you shower next time, Lisa. You don't know what kind of pervert can creep into your apartment," I warned her, worried for her safety.
