With a hand under her breasts, I gather her onto my chest and pull her in an upward position, half kneeling and half sitting on me, keeping her impaled on my dick. She’s covered in a thin veil of sweat now, like me, and under my palm, I can feel her heart beating erratically.
“So, how was that, love?” Her head falls back onto my shoulder with a sigh, but she doesn’t answer. “Was that good?” I insist.
“Yes.”
“Was it degrading or humiliating?” This time, she shakes her head. “Good. Now, I’ll make you come again, and I’ll come with you. Do you think you can do that?”
She twists her neck to meet my eyes, the blue pearls of her irises filled with doubt and curiosity. I’m already wearing her out, but we’ve barely started. She’ll learn a lot tonight. How high pleasure can go, how much I can give, and how much she can take. I’ll push back her limits the whole night, one orgasm at a time.
“I want your cunt clenching around my cock, love. I want you to milk every last drop of my cum,” I say. As if compelled, her pussy does exactly that, triggered by my naughty words. “Will you do that for me, red?”
“Yes,” she breathes out.
“Good girl.”
Unable to resist their tempting call any longer, I claim her lips again, dipping my tongue between her parted teeth. This makes her regain some autonomy, and her hand latches around my neck while we heavily make out. In unison, our hips begin moving again, and she rolls sinuously on top of me while I slowly thrust into her.
Already, I can feel the familiar tightening of my balls and know I’ll have to fight with my life not to come before her. Fucking hell.
Who knew sex with an uptight lawyer from the Upper East Side would be so much fun?
Chapter Nine
Gen
I wake up with a startle, pushing against the unfamiliar mattress to sit up. Everything is so foggy and disorienting that I might as well be waking up from a coma. As my gaze falls on a room that isn’t mine, everything comes back to me at once, flooding me with carnal images of the most intensely sexual night of my life.
Ladder Guy.
Jake, the tattooed devil, proved much more accomplished than I expected. Heaven’s sake…Four. We went at it four impossibly intense rounds. And I practically begged for it every single time.
I look around at the brightly lit room, searching for him. The side of the bed he slept on is cold when I reach out, and the sun is shining outside, meaning it’s much later than my usual waking hour. Crap, I missed my Saturday morning yoga session. But given how sore I feel everywhere, it’s for the best.
I can see that the bathroom door is open, but no sounds come from it.
“Jake?” I softly call out. Nothing. Not even when I call a second time, louder.
With a sigh, I fall back onto the pillow. He left, and I don’t know if I’m glad about it or annoyed. I didn’t plan on spending the night here, but after he granted me a break following our second shattering round, he took me twice again, and I pretty much passed out. The man’s stamina was out of this world.
Now, as my core feels raw and overused, the magnitude of what I did hits me. I had sex with a perfect stranger. Well, I know his full legal name, but that’s about it. And it wasn’t just sex, but a cataclysmic experience that will leave me changed for life.
A coy smile slowly claims my lips as I stare at the white ceiling. I did it. I crossed out one item on my list. Well, actually, two.Have you ever been edged until you begged to come?
Now I have. And I get the hype. It was uniquely erotic to be at his mercy like that, a mere puppet in his dexterous hands. He denied and gave with precision, and I shattered more times than I can count.
To think I just had the best night of my life, and it was just two out of fifty on my list. Going through all the questions from that quiz might not be as terrible as I thought. All I need is a way to meet men for it. But that stupid profile attracted 153 of them overnight, so I’m sure that won’t be too much of an issue.
Nested in the warm comfort of the luxurious bedding, I slowly drift back into slumber, exhausted from the intense night. With my eyes closed like this, I can vividly see Jake ramming into me with all his might, his tattoos glistening with sweat, his raspy voice uttering the most salacious words with that cursed accent, his piercings rippling against my walls… Although it shouldn’t be possible, warmth spreads into my core. I can’t possibly want more sex. Not after last night.
Forcing my eyes to open, I rip myself out of my naughty thoughts.
“Siri,” I call out into the vastness of the room. “What time is it?”
“It’s eleven thirty-five a.m.”
Crap. I need to be in the lobby by noon.
With a grunt, I force myself out of the bed. The lingering ache between my legs gets worse when I stand, and I notice how sticky I am everywhere. I’ll need three showers to feel clean again, but a quick one will suffice for now. On my way to the bathroom, I retrieve my phone from my clutch.
