“You will take what I give you. Relax and just feel,” I say as I roll my hips.
A small sound escapes her, but she shakes her head as she pulls at the restraints uselessly.
“I can’t, I don’t think I’m able.”
Something about her words feels like a challenge as my hand comes down to her clit, rubbing tight small circles against it.
“C’mon,” I say through clenched teeth. “Give me one more.”
She moans but still shakes her head as I pull my hand back andsmack her clit. Her eyes fly open in surprise as I rub quick circles against her clit again, spanking it once more.
“Oh god!” she cries out.
“Give me one more, baby. I know you have it for me. C’mon, be my good girl,” I say, my thrusts becoming more violent, my words becoming more demanding until I’m spanking the fucking shit out of her clit.
She screams and bucks against me like she wants to get closer and away from me all at once before my last smack comes. I can practically see her vision go black as she lets out a moan like nothing I’ve ever heard before. It goes right down to my cock and has my balls emptying inside her.
My cock twitches and jerks as her pussy literally milks every fucking drop out of me. Our bodies move together in a perfect symphony. Euphoria like I’ve only ever wished for slams into me as I slump over on top of her, our sweaty skin sticking together as we gasp in heavy breaths.
I don’t know how long we lay there for before I slowly crawl off her, disposing of the condom before freeing her from the bed. She rubs her wrists gently as she is freed and I take her hands from her, replacing her fingers with my own as I slowly begin massaging the sensitive skin to help restore blood flow. May have gone a little too tight this time. Oh well, there is always next time. Because with her, I have to have a next.
She wiggles herself into my lap, our bodies wrapped around one another as I continue rubbing her wrists. A sweet sigh escapes her as she seems to nuzzle against my chest and I don’t hate it, not like I should. Not at all.
“I’m heading home in the morning. I’d like you to come visit me some time,” I say in the quiet room.
She turns her head to look up at me.
“Where is home?”
“Boston,” I answer.
Her eyebrows raise. “So, what you’re saying is that you want me to fly all the way across the country just so we can hook up again?”
I don’t say anything because she knows that’s exactly what I’m asking. She gives me a dubious look before it melts into a teasing smirk.
“How could I say no to that?”
Chapter Four
Cassi
The next day after a much needed lunch since we slept through breakfast, I’m driving back to my house, well, my parents’ house. I know, I know. I’m twenty one years old and still living with my parents. In my defense, Seattle is one of the most expensive areas to live in the country and free housing is free housing. My parents are also very relaxed and we all kind of keep out of each other’s way. It’s a win, win.
Ari was the first one back to the hotel last night. She sent us a text letting us know she was back in the room and I was right behind her within an hour or so. The only one that went radio silent until the early hours was Naomi who came strolling in at the crack of dawn.
My man from last night left soon after we were finished and honestly, I didn’t feel a need to stick around and find a new partner for the night because I’d already found the perfect one. How could anyone compare?
We exchanged phone numbers, him just leaving his contact name as N and mine as C. We could have exchanged names but what would be the fun in that? This whole anonymity thing is kindof hot, it’s freeing. I’m sure I’ll find out his name when I come out to Boston because make no mistake, that will be happening.
I’m embarrassed to admit I texted him first. I was waiting for him to text me but when it was approaching one o’clock west coast time and he was already back in Boston, I figured it was enough time. Or maybe I was just eager. Either way, it’s now almost four o’clock my time and still nothing. Maybe he only said he wanted to see me again just so he could get past the whole awkward post sex conversation.
I tried and honestly failed to hide my jealousy when Ari told us that she got asked back to the club by the man she spent the night with. They planned to meet up the following weekend and I don’t know. Something about it seemed so sure, that he wanted to be with her again more than anything and I was definitely a shit friend for it. I’ll call her and apologize tomorrow. Right now I just want to go home, eat some dinner and pass out.
When I pull into the driveway, I check my phone one last time. No new messages. Fuck.
I try not to let disappointment take over me but it’s hard not to. Last night wasn’t just some great sex it was…something else, that’s for sure. The connection we had even before the sex, the way his eyes watched me steadily, the way his hands felt on me. I’ve never experienced anything like it in my life.
Oh well. I’m quickly coming to the realization that it will have to remain tucked away as the most perfect night ever. The most perfect birthday ever. I guess I can live with that. Better than having the memory tainted when I find out he’s actually a sleazeball who is married with a bunch of kids or something.
