He bites his lip before letting out a guttural groan. My arms wrap around his neck, and he uses the opportunity to smash his mouth onto mine. I taste myself on his lips, which only makes it hotter. Our tongues battle as if this is another competition, another bet.
But fuck, whatever it is, I think we’re both winning here.
Pulling our lips apart, he places a thumb on my clit, making my eyes roll to the back of my head. He doesn’t rub it. No, he presses it down to rub over his cock as he thrusts into me.
I let out an incoherent “Mmmmmm,” unable to form words.
“Clench it. Clench my fucking cock like you mean it.”
And I do. Not because he said so, but because my pussy leaves me no choice, gripping his cock hard, all the way to my release.
“Shit… I’m com….” I murmur when my orgasm crashes into me, shaking me to my core. My back arches off the bed, my toes curl and my pussy squeezes even harder, drawing his own release from him.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chants as he spills into the condom, his whole body twitching.
There’s something about seeing this obviously powerful man so disarmed by me that heats the blood in my veins.
Our chests heave, our bodies slick with sweat. He stares into my eyes as if trying to see through them. My heart beats faster, hoping my face is trained enough not to let him see anything. I lick my lips, making his gaze catch on the movement, and release a relieved breath.
The moment broken, he exits me and walks into an adjoining room, which I suppose is the bathroom.
This was the best sex I had in my life. But I have no intention of sharing that with him.
Nope. If I know one thing about men, it’s that their egos don’t need inflating. They do that enough on their own.
While he’s still in the bathroom, I jump from the bed, grab my discarded clothes and rush to put them back on. I’m just clasping my bra when he walks out of the bathroom, naked as the day he was born.
Fuck, he’s hot. I never enjoyed going to the gym, but I sure appreciate what it did for him. His cock is half hard already as it bobs between his legs, and I can’t help licking my lips again.
“Going somewhere?” he asks, crossing his arms in front of his chest. I guess he doesn’t mind being naked. A body chiseled by the gods could do that to you.
“Yes-yes. I need to get home.” My bra is on at last, and I work on my dress.
“Mhm.” He doesn’t say more, looking at me intently.
I slip on my shoes and smooth my dress before daring to glance at him. “This was nice.” His smirk is almost imperceptible, but it’s obvious he knows I’m lying through my teeth. Calling this nice would be like calling the Grand Canyon nice. It’s not technically a lie, but damn, it sure ain’t the truth, either. “I should get going.” My thumb points at the door.
“I’ll drive you.”
“No, it’s okay. You’re,” I gesture to his naked body, “in no shape to drive.”
“Fine, but I’ll call you a rideshare.”
“That would be great, thank you.”
We walk into his living room, where I find my purse. He takes his phone, still naked, and taps on it a few times, hopefully finding me a ride. I use the time to give Persephone some more snuggles. A minute later, the man’s phone pings with a text.
“The car’s here.”
Huh. That’s fast. “Great. I guess I’ll see you around.” I plant a fake smile on my face.
He leans against the doorway, still naked. I pretend I don’t see the way his muscles stretch. “Do I get to know your name?”
“Why ruin this with names?” I pat his chest with my palm, suppressing the urge to moan at the hard planes of it. “Let’s keep this a fun, mysterious night.”
“You mean anice, mysterious night?” Another smirk.
“Right.” I smile. “See you.”
