“You want to come?” he asks.
I nod. “Yeah.”
Shep stuffs himself back in his pants and zips up his fly. He’s up in a flash and he has me by the hair again. “Get up,” he says firmly. I push off the floor, but really he’s picking me up. The back of my head fills with a pleasurable ache, but I can’t call it pain. It feels like every point on my body is wired directly to my cunt. I stumble forward a few steps as he turns me toward the door, but let him march me to the bedroom with ease. He sits down on the bed and propels me over his lap. I don’t have time to think before his hand comes down on my ass.
“Jesus!” I scream, and he’s smacking my ass again. I wiggle and try to cover my butt with my hands but he lets go of my hair and grabs both of my wrists in one of his hands.
“Stop moving,” he says, his tone deathly serious. His fingers slide between my legs and he’s pushing his way into my pussy. I cry out and push down on his hand. I don’t know whether or not he’s fucking me or if I’m fucking myself using him, but I can feel myself desperately grinding my hips.
When he pulls his hand away, I think I might die, but he flips me over and before I can open my eyes, he’s on the floor and his head is between my legs. His mouth is on my clit. It’s my turn to dig my fingers into his hair. I realize he’s still wearing his beanie. I pull it off and toss it somewhere. My fingers slide into his thick curls that he should never hide under a hat and pull him closer. It’s my turn.
There was something between us earlier, something about not overselling it. Shep’s mouth is lethal. A gift. He knows exactly how to eat me, how to use his fingers inside me. There’s no way I can just lay back and enjoy this. I’m coming in minutes, practically humping his face as he holds me down with a firm hand on my hip. I call out his name. I pull him closer until I can’t take any more.
I flop back on the sheets. I try to breathe. I look up when Shep rises to his feet. He swipes his beard in the crudest way, then reaches for his hat from the foot of the bed. He slides it on his head all casual like. He doesn’t look at me.
“Finish cleaning up,” he says. And then he turns and leaves.
* * *
When I catch my breath, I head back into the bathroom and rinse all the drool off my chest and rinse out my mouth. Assuming we’re going to be in for the rest of the night, I settle on a sweater and some leggings before I head back into the massive living/dining area that makes up most of the house. Shep is at the kitchen counter cutting up two massive steaks. There’s already a freshly tossed salad and some mashed potatoes and gravy ready to go.
“You cooked all this?” I ask.
“Yeah. Like I said, it’s a pain in the ass to drive down the mountain just to eat. Had to perfect my favorites.”
I climb up on the stool. “So I see what you were saying.”
“About?” He glances up from his knife work.
“About the difference between saying you want to submit and actually doing it.”
He puts down the cutlery and braces himself on the edge of the island. He looks me right in the eye. “Do you regret it?”
“No. I liked it. A lot. I just didn’t realize how in control I was before. I… I usually initiated everything with my ex and with guys before him.”
“Do you want to stop?”
I bite my lip and shake my head. “I liked the way we did things today. It was just shocking. Yeah, shocking is the right word. I’m gonna cliché you all the way up and say that I’ve never been with a guy like you before. Like ever.”
“I’ve never been with anyone like you either.”
“First of firsts, huh?”
“I’m still not doing this the way I want to,” he says, like he’s still so conflicted.
“What do you mean?”
“There’s this thing called aftercare. When you finish a scene like we just did I’m supposed to check in with you, make sure you’re good. Stay with you when you’re coming down from the endorphins—”
“I’m fine,” I say. “I mean you didn’t have to leave the room, but I was fine. I’m fine now.”
“There are actually rules to this, so no it’s not fine for me to leave you alone like that. If my—” he stops himself, then rocks back a step and looks at the floor. “There are rules.” He comes around the counter and gently slides his hand around the side of my neck and up under my hair, which is still damp. Goosebumps break out all over me at his touch. “Did I hurt you?”
“No.”
“Are you sore anywhere?” He starts to massage the base of my scalp. My eyes roll closed and I sigh. He asks me again. “Claudia. Listen to me. Just tell me. Are you sore?”
“My knees a little and my mouth, but not in a bad way.” I lean into his touch. “When I say I’m fine, I mean it. Areyouokay?”
