What? Huh?
His body collapsed on mine, his lips against my neck.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” he whispered again. “I’m sorry, Allison.”
THIRTY-TWO
GRANT
All he could think was…fuck.
It took a few minutes,but eventually, I had the sense to roll off her. She uttered a small moan as I slipped out of her body.
I needed to check in with her.
In a minute. Once I caught my breath. Damn, I’d forgotten how all-consuming it could be.
I hadn’t been easy or gentle. I knew that. But after four years without sex, I hadn’t had as much control as I might have liked.
It’s not like she was a virgin. But damn, as tight as she’d been, it sure as hell felt like it.
Allison had been a virgin the first time we’d had sex.
Thinking back on it, that first time had been a disaster. She’d cried and we’d stopped. She’d wanted to try again, only to cry and make me stop. In the end, I’d penetrated her, so technically I’d taken her virginity. But it had taken us months before the sex had been actually good between us. Before I’d made her come by just fucking her.
I shouldn’t be thinking of Allison when I was lying next to Flowers.
Lying on my back, my chest still heaving, I could hear Flowers panting softly next to me. I reached out and palmed her sex, still wet and swollen from her arousal. She made a sound but didn’t try to evade my touch.
Mine.
It was caveman thinking, but it was there and I couldn’t dislodge it. Didn’t even try to.
“You okay?”
“Hmm.”
Yeah, she was okay. I’d made her come twice. Fuck, that had been hot! Watching her face flush, her neck arch, with my dick planted deep inside her body. Like she couldn’t help herself. Like she hadn’t wanted to come, but I’d made her.
I could feel my cock twitch and start to grow hard. If this had been her hundredth time, instead of her first, I might have been that asshole who covered her again and made her come a third time.
Instead, I sat up on the bed. I needed to get rid of the condom, and I bet she could use something cold between her legs to soothe away the soreness.
Making my way to the small bathroom off her bedroom, I shut the door behind me. I tossed the condom in the trash, took a piss, and then searched for a clean washcloth in the cabinet under the sink. She had a stack of three, neatly folded.
Running the water over it, satisfied it was cold enough, I opened the bathroom door. She was still on the bed, still naked, which I liked, but she was turned on her side facing me, her head in her hand.
“Lay on your back and open your legs,” I told her.
“Oh, hell no! We did it. Hope you liked it, because I’m never doing that again.”
I couldn’t help it. My lips twitched.
“No? That bad, huh?”
Lifting the wet cloth, she saw my intent and did as I instructed.
“Worse. You suck at sex.”
