Reaching my hand under her shirt, I grab her tit and pull her up so she's leaning against my chest. She's teetering on the tips of her toes as I fuck her. With my arm across her chest, holding her tight, my balls tighten.
Sliding my hand up between her tits, I cup her throat. “You're so damn tight.” Thrusting upward, my cock thickens. “Feel me. Feel me in that hot cunt of yours.” Biting the shell of her ear, I run my tongue around the ridge. “You want to feel me? You want to feel me come?”
“I need to feel you come.” Her head rolls on my chest, eyes fluttering as she bats her lashes.
Coiling my fingers in her hair, I tear at her roots. Giving one last thrust, my cock explodes into the condom. Pump after pump of hot cum pools in the condom. My body is buzzing. I can feel the warmth as it spreads up through my stomach and wraps my chest.
We're breathing heavy. Her chest is rising with mine, and as I glide my hand down her throat back to her chest, I can feel her heart beating. It's fast, hammering hard against my palm.
The music is blaring outside the door. I can hear the muffled sounds of people talking and laughing. They're in one world, and we're in another. This place is just for us.
Someone is pounding on the door and twisting the knob. And I don't give two shits. I'm enjoying this silence between us.
Because in this silence, as we catch our breaths, whoever is standing outside the door means nothing.
This moment, this stillness, this pleasure that's still flowing through my veins, is enough to shut out the world.
And I welcome it.
5
Heather
Stretching my arms above my head, I yawn as I blink my eyes open. Staring up at the ceiling, I notice a crack right down the center.
Wait? Was that crack always there?
Blinking again a few times, I rub my eyes, and refocus on the crack. Squinting, I tilt my head, and it sinks into the pillow.
This isn't my ceiling. . . Inhaling a sharp breath, I sit up quickly, rapidly looking around. Holy shit, this isn't my room. This is Ian's room. I'm at his place.
My fingers coil into the blanket, gripping it tightly as my eyes scan everything around me. There's an overflowing basket of laundry in the corner against the wall. His closet door is open, with random sneakers spilling out.
A long dresser sits under the window to my left. The top is covered in random items, and nothing really seems like it's in any particular place. There are two deodorants, both toppled over. Half empty bottles of water, a couple different colognes, and a cup filled with pens is tipped and leaning against the wall. All the drawers are partially open with bits of clothes hanging out.
Sitting quietly, I don't hear anyone moving around inside the apartment. The door is open, giving me a view of his living room.
Oh my God, what did I do last night?
Lifting the blanket, my eyes widen as I realize I'm naked. I know exactly what I did, and I can't believe I did it.
Covering my face with the comforter, I inhale a deep breath. I can smell him instantly. The scent of his cologne is mixed with the scent of dryer sheets. He smells so good. His scent sends flashes of the night through my head.
His hands in my hair, his lips on my neck, his tongue running up the center of my belly. These flashes are intense, making my body ignite in sin.
Holy shit.
Lowering the blanket, I wrap it around my chest, and lower my feet to the floor. Searching around, my clothes are scattered all over the place. Plucking my panties off the lamp on the nightstand, I find my shirt and pants crumpled in the corner, and my bra hanging off the post at the end of the bed.
Peeking my head out of his room, I realize he's not here. Tossing the blanket back on to the bed, I quickly get my clothes on and tuck my shoes under my arm. I notice my guitar laying on his couch with a note stuck to the front.
Had to work early. I would have woken you up to take you home, but I figured the walk was safe enough.
—Ian
Under his name, he left his number. I smile to myself as I peel it off my guitar and read it again.
“Meow.” I jump in surprise as a cat is suddenly rubbing its face against my leg. I didn't know he had a cat, at least I don't remember seeing it last night. I never would have pegged him as a cat owner.
Dropping down, I scratch its head. “Hey, buddy.” He meows again, then starts to walk into the kitchen. Stopping at his bowl, he looks back up at me. “You hungry?”