We’re silent and I weigh up our options before vocalizing them. “I’m on birth control, and my last test came back negative. I’m okay to go without if you are.” I wait, gauging his reaction.
He raises his head. “You’re sure? I’m, um…” He looks off to the side. “It’s been a while, but I’m good too.”
Cupping his jaw, I center his gaze. His eyes widen slightly when I lean forward and press my mouth to his. “Like I said, I trust you.”
He nods once, and, with my fingers still wrapped around his hot length, I guide him inside.
I suck in a sharp breath at the first few inches. He’s big, stretching me with the perfect balance of pain and pleasure. The tendons in his neck pull taut, throat working hard as he rocks into me gently.
“Goddamn. So tight.” He rolls his hips gently. “Do youwant more?”
I jerk my head up and down. “Please. I want it all.”
“Yeah?” He hooks an arm behind my knee and pushes it toward my chest, deepening the angle. “And you’ll take it all, won’t you?”
He snaps his hips forward, and the entire motel must hear my scream as he fills me to the brim. The pace he sets is brutal, taking, taking, taking with each powerful thrust.
The slapping of our skin and ragged breaths is an ecstasy-orchestrated symphony. My body hums, singing in tune with his.
And the crescendo is magnificent.
He smashes our lips together at the first pulse of his orgasm. I’m so blinded by the pleasure, I’m unaware my second is cresting until it bombards me. I shake and tremble and cry under him, his sweat-soaked chest sliding against my breasts.
Minutes pass until we move again.
Molten eyes and a lopsided smile appear from the crook of my neck, somehow appearing younger. “Are you okay?”
“Hmm.” I moan and clench around his half-hard cock. “More than okay.”
He hisses but doesn’t remove himself. I bite my lip when his cum trickles down my thigh.
“Stay. Until the morning,” he quickly adds. “I’ll drive you home.”
Staying over is fine. There are no specific rules about what you can and can’t do during a one-night stand. From the way his dick twitches, I suspect we won’t be doing much sleeping.
Smirking, I ghost my lips over his. “Think you have another round left in you?”
He chuckles. “Give me ten minutes.”
Then, he’s rolling us, and, with deft movement, he maneuversmy pleasure-weighted body until my thighs bracket his head.
“But for now, sit that pretty pussy down while I recharge.”
“Here is fine.”I point to a spot a few buildings away from my apartment.
Warren flicks his turn signal and parks his truck.
We glance at each other from across the console. He looks as tired as I feel—to be expected, since we stayed awake until 4 a.m.
There’s a beard rash on my thighs and breasts, my entire body aches, and before he pulled on his T-shirt this morning, I spotted claw marks on his back. I’d say a night of no strings was successful.
“It’s a nice town,” he muses, staring through the windshield. “I’d ask if you visit the city much, but I think that’s breaking the rules.”
I laugh, grateful we’re on the same page, and tug at the sleeves of the white dress shirt he gave me. “I should offer to mail you your shirt, but that would also be breaking the rules, huh?”
“Keep it. Looks better on you anyway.”
A handshake feels too formal after the things we did to each other last night, and before I overthink it, I lean over and press a kiss to his cheek. “Thanks for a great evening, Warren. It’s definitely been a very memorable birthday.”
