I don’t wait this time. I’m done talking and thinking about her with other men. I shift my hips and thrust up into her, sinking back inside so fast it punches the laugh she was about to release right out of her. She gasps.
“Gabriel!”
“What happens after the week is up?” I demand, gripping her hips, keeping her right where I want her so she can’t get away again. My cock pulses inside her. I’m not coming until she doesbut fuck, I’m close.
Her face falls and the teasing that was there before slips away.
“Nothing. This is a one-time thing. You said it was just about sex.”
“The fuck it is.”
She laughs again like it’s funny, but I’m not joking. She’s my neighbor. She wants to get back in the game, well, why not with me? I’m thinking about all the ways I can stall my electrician from fixing her place so that the week turns into three instead.
“You didn’t ask what I haven’t done before,” I say, sliding my fingers between her legs, rubbing slow, tight circles on her clit.
Her breath catches—that little stuttered inhale that tells me she’s close. This one’s going to sneak up on her. It usually does after a few orgasms, but I get the sense she’s never came this many times back-to-back before and she’s not going to see it coming.
She exhales a shaky, “Well? What do you want to do?”
“I want to tie you up.”
Her eyes flutter shut, a breathy moan slips out and she tilts her head forward. She wants me to do that to her.
“I want to take away your control,” I continue, reaching forward to grip her cheek softly and pull her face back to mine. I drag my lips along the side of her jawline. “That way, I can please you without you trying to stop me. So that you’ll trust me.”
Her lashes flutter, mouth parting. “Why would you care about me trusting you?”
“Because I get the feeling though you’ve let me fuck you twice now...”
“Three times,” she cuts in.
“Three times. You still don’t trust me. Would you like that?” I murmur, reaching between us and slipping a finger into her cunt that’s stuffed full of me. She gasps, because really there’s no room for my finger, and I don’t make it far but the sensitive nerves at her opening that I’m pressing on are enough to scatter her thoughts.
“To be fucked by you while tied up?” she asks. Her voice breaks on the question as I rub right at her tight entrance. My finger brushes my cock and her pussy at the same time.
“Or pleased,” I say, dragging my thumb back over her clit. “Whatever you want me to do.”
She bites her lip, hips rolling against my hand. Thinking. Considering. Finally, she nods. “I might.”
“Only one way to find out what you like now that you’re newly single, right?”
A slower nod this time. “For research.”
I snort. “I’m not your goddamn fluffer.”
“I never said you were.”
I drop my hands, deciding this game is done. I grip her hips, hard, feeling the curve of her, the way her hips flare out, how thick and perfect her ass fits in my hands.
“I’m going to fuck you now.”
She shudders. “Do it.”
And so, I do. Lifting her up, slamming her down, fucking up into her as deep and hard as I can go. Her nails bite into my thighs to steady herself on my lap, her breath comes in sharp, choked gasps as I drive into her over and over from below, chasing that moment—that breaking point. She snaps first, her pussy clenching around me, her gasp turning into a cry of my name as her orgasm shreds through her.
And fuck, I can’t hold back anymore.
I grip her hips tight, pulsing up into her as I come, a hot, blinding release I’ve been holding in for way, way too fucking long.
