“Fuck,” I shout at the first rope of cum that shoots out of me.
My hands grip her hips in a bruising hold to keep her down on me as I empty myself yet again in the condom. Seconds stretch until we’re both done twitching with pleasure. Completely spent, she topples over on my chest, her breathing hectic.
How is this not getting dull? Why is it so uniquely good every single time? Something about her makes this very different from my past experiences. It’s like I’ve met my match not only when it comes to coding but also in bed. All the yearning, the tension, the friction between us… they were a sign. Or maybe a warning.
My hands softly course over the sweaty expanse of her back, and when I reach her ass, I gently tap it as an encouragement to move.
“Is that a double-tap? If you want to forfeit, you need to say ‘pigasus,’ remember?” she humors, her voice husky from overusing her vocal cords for the past few hours.
“Not even close. Give me ten minutes to recover, and I’m good for another round.”
She mumbles her disappointment and lifts herself, enough to dislodge me from within her, and then flops by my side, properly spent. I pull the condom off and throw it on the floor by the bed next to the other used ones.
Maybe that oversized Trojan pack isn’t too much, after all.
“Is it me, or are we getting better at this?” she asks, staring at the white ceiling.
“As crazy as it sounds, I think we are, yes.”
I gaze at her, enjoying the sight of her tousled hair, reddened cheeks, and sparkly eyes. Giving into my desire for tenderness, I move to kiss her, and she eagerly welcomes it.
While I know this isn’t anything other than a sex arrangement, I can’t help but hope it will last. Not only am I curious to see just how good we can get at this, but I also enjoy being around her.
But deep down, I know perfectly well that the longer this lasts, the harder the fall will be. I can’t give her more than this—amazing, otherworldly sex. And if my past arrangements taught me anything, it’s that she’ll soon demand more.
And for her sake and mine, I can’t give her that. There’s nothing but disappointment and resentment down that path.
I’ll have to avoid stairs for the next twenty-four to forty-eight hours. And I’m perfectly okay with that. I’m sore as helleverywhere, but it was definitely worth it.
After everything, Lex managed to trick me into shower sex, and then I passed out on his bed. I snuck to my room at dawn, slept some more, and now I’m making my way to the breakfast buffet, looking for my people. I find them gathered at a table, with only Lex missing, so I fill myself a plate and join them.
“Wow, someone’s hungry,” Oli says when I join them.
With a wince, I look down at the tray. Yeah, I got a bit carried away, but I’m famished. Unsure how to justify my abnormal hunger, I shrug my shoulders and sit down.
“Oh, could it be her?” Brian asks before pointing at a woman who just entered. We all look at the tall brunette, and when a man joins her, sliding his hand around her waist, Steven shakes his head.
“What’s going on?” I ask, intrigued.
“We’re looking for a good-looking woman with a limp.”
“Or one in a wheelchair.”
Confused, I glance at Oli. He rolls his eyes, apparently disagreeing with them. “Is it some new fetish you two have developed overnight?” I ask with humor.
“It’s a long story,” Brian says, dismissing my question with a vague hand gesture to focus on the entrance. I refuse to be the only one around this table excluded from the conversation, so I give Steven a determined look.
“Okay, when we came back from the ramen place yesterday, Brian broke our toilet with his fat ass.”
“Hey!” Brian protests with a pout. The comment was clearly ironic, since he’s skin and bones, so it’s amusing that he takes it personally.
“Anyway. They relocated us to another room,” Steven continues. “It was an upgrade, so we felt good about it. But then the people in the room next to us started to have sex like wild animals.”
My heart drops and blood leaves my face as a dreadful feeling invades me. I do my best to hide it, hoping my hunch is wrong.
“It went on for the longest time. We actually felt bad for the poor woman,” Steven explains while Brian confirms with a grave nod. “Anyhow, we wouldn’t have given it another thought, but when we came out ten minutes ago to get down here, guess who we saw, comingback from the hotel’s gym, entering the very room where all the crazy sex happened?”
I don’t want to answer. I refuse to be right. Please, God, let it be Justin Trudeau, Gordon Ramsay, Santa fucking Claus… Anyone but Lex.
