As it ends, I struggle for breath and he moves his hand from me. I feel his rock-hard cock against my thigh. I fight the urge to grab him and guide him into me; I have never wanted anything more in my life but I’m not on birth control. That’s always been enough motivation to stay the hell away from an unprotected guy, but somehow with Devin, I have to remind myself of the danger.
“Suitcase,” I pant and point to the mostly empty hard-shell zebra-print suitcase against the wall at the side of my bed.
He gets off the bed, flips it open, grabs the box inside and pulls a condom from it. I sit up, kick my pajama shorts fully off my body and snatch the condom from him. His pajama bottoms fell off when he stood up and now he’s standing naked in front of me as I kneel on the bed, naked, in front of him.
I lick his penis as it stands at attention in front of me from base to tip, sucking the wetness off the head as my hands tear the package open. I carefully roll the condom onto him. As soon as I’m done, his hands are on my shoulders pushing me back and he’s on top of me, sliding into me gently.
He is looking down at me intently. His eyes are clear and soft. His full lips are bent into a small, satisfied smile. As he moves inside me, his hips pulling up and pressing down with a fast and steady rhythm, one thought takes over my brain—I have never seen a more beautiful man in my life.
And then he lets his lips graze my forehead and he catches my eye again and I can see something there—something I haven’t seen before—and it makes me uncomfortable. He is looking at me like he is thinking the same thing about me.
It’s too much. I can’t do this like this.
I buck my hips and put my hands on his chest and push him. He rolls over and takes me with him so I’m on top. I let him slide out of me and turn around.
“Callie…” he says in protest and reaches for my hips, trying to turn me back to face him.
I ignore him and slide down on his dick, my back facing him. As soon as he’s inside me, the air rushes from my lungs. I’ve done reverse cowgirl before but with Devin being so big it’s a completely different feeling. He must love it too because his protests stop and he makes that growling moan sound he does when he’s close to coming. Devin puts one hand behind him and pushes himself up so he’s sitting. He nips the back of my shoulder blade as his other hand wraps around my waist.
He’s helping lift me up and down and the extra force makes me feel him in every part of me, but it’s not uncomfortable. And then I lean forward a bit and he pushes me down hard and the tip of his cock hits my G-spot where his fingers had been before, and I whimper.
“Come with me,” he commands. “Come, baby. Please.”
“Fuck, Devin,” I say and bite my lip to try and hold in another whimper as he hits that sweet spot again. “Fuck yes.”
My body tenses, then breaks open around him. I feel him slam up into me and grunt and collapse behind me as his dick twitches and spills its release. I fall back gently onto his chest and he wraps his arms around me and holds me.
I feel his lips in my hair, pressing into my temple.
“That was unbelievable,” he whispers in a raspy voice.
“Yeah,” I manage to sputter out as a response as I struggle to come to my senses.
What’s with this hugging shit? My brain starts screaming. I push his arms off me and carefully roll off him. He lets out a little groan of protest. I force myself to get up and start putting my pajamas back on.
He watches me, lying across my bed completely naked and exposed and not the least bit insecure about it. I guess if you look like that—like a perfectly muscled sex god—there’s nothing to be insecure about. And to be honest, I have to fight my natural instinct to just stand there and admire him. His lips are pulled into a sexy smile.
“What are you doing?” he asks me.
“Getting ready for bed,” I explain. “You need to head back to your room.”
“This is my place so, technically, all the rooms are mine,” he retorts snarkily.
“Ha. Ha. Seriously. Thanks and everything,” I say firmly and matter-of-factly, “but I need to sleep. Alone.”
He stares at me for a minute, like he expects me to say “just joking” or something, but when I don’t, he gets up and walks to the bathroom. I’m fully clothed now. I reach down and pick up his pajama bottoms and hold them out to him as he walks back into the bedroom after disposing of the condom.
“Devin, that was fun,” I say calmly. “More fun than last night, which I didn’t think was possible. But we’re not doing this again.”
“It was more than fun; it was amazing. It got even more amazing the second time,” he surmises, giving me a stare that says I’m nuts. “And you know what else is fun? Spending the night in the same bed and waking up together. And morning sex. That’s fun.”
“The sex will start to become more than sex if we keep having it,” I explain tersely.
“Oh.” He thinks about that for a second. “It’llbecomemore…”
I know what he’s implying. He’s implying that it alreadyismore. And it angers me a little that he would think that. And that I think he might be right.
“I don’t fuck guys I like, remember?” I tell him.
