“I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll forget everything else,” he promises with a growl, stepping forward.
I feel the heat of his skin. It’s like lying in front of a furnace. His hands grip my hips tightly, pulling me forward, and I gasp as he nudges my knees a little further apart, lining up at my entrance. He meets my eyes and, never breaking his gaze, he starts to slide into me.
His cock is large and thick, pulling me apart, and my breath hitches as I grip the bedspread below me. He nudges forward a little more and I glare at him.
“Move,” I groan.
I don’t want slow. I want hard and fast; I want to feel him pounding into me, as he reaches as deeply as he can. I wrap my legs around him, trying to pull him in fast.
Lyle pauses. And then he grins. Before I can react, he snaps deeply into me in one, quick thrust and I throw my head back, moaning and writhing at the sensations. Then he pulls back and thrusts in again, burying himself deeply within my body. I try to meet his thrusts, but he sets a hard, punishing pace, encouraged by my needs, and I’m left to simply ride it out as he moves in and out of me, the mattress bouncing beneath us with the force. At some point, I’ve reached up to grab his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin, needing an anchor before I’m carried away in the wave of pleasure that’s threatening to break over me.
Then he hits my g-spot and stars explode behind my eyes. I cry out and he thrusts that way again, angling himself differently. I groan, unintelligible words spilling from my lips; I don’t know if I’m saying his name, if I’m pleading for more or if I’m saying something else. My world has narrowed down to his cock as it pulls in and out, and the grip that I have on his shoulders to hold me down.
But it can’t last forever. I hold on as long as I’m able, but it’s too much. My vision goes white as my body shudders, pleasure wrapping around me with incredible force. I think I black out for a moment and, when I come to, Lyle is shaking too, groaning, buried deeply inside me.
Slowly, the world comes back into focus. Lyle pulls out of me and collapses down beside me. We’re panting, overwhelmed by the intensity of what just happened between us.
Then a thought occurs to me. It’s not something I expected to think straight after mindblowing sex, but I suddenly realized that something was missing. I look quickly down at Lyle’s now flaccid cock; somehow, tipsy and horny and desperate, we forgot a condom. How hilarious is it that we remembered when we were drunk, but we forgot when we’d only had a few drinks.
It’s fine, I decide as I close my eyes. We can get tested at a later date. For now, I’m not going to be concerned; I just want to lay here and bask in the aches of my body after very amazing sex.
Chapter Nine
Amanda
Two weeks later, I meet Lyle again, this time to go to a movie.
Part of me expected that things would slowly fade between Lyle and I, just like it has with all my other boyfriends. Whatever he might have said over coffee two weeks ago, I couldn’t truly believe that he would be okay being second best to my work.
And then I realized that I was second best to his work.
It seems that Lyle is just as much of a workaholic as I am. That shouldn’t be such a turn-on but, somehow, it is. His passion for his work reminds me of just how passionate he is in the bedroom.
So, rather than slowly dying away, the feelings I have for Lyle are slowly getting stronger, and so is the bond between us. In the last two weeks, we have met four more times, and two of those times ended up in hotels again. We can’t get enough of each other, and time has only strengthened the desire I feel for him.
It’s getting to the point where I’m considering the fact that I need to officially tell my parents that I’m seeing someone. Very quickly, the relationship I have with Lyle right now is going from casual to serious. When I found myself sitting in a café with him three days ago, both of us quietly doing work as we sat at the same table, content to just sit in each other’s company, I knew that this was going to be different to any other relationship that I’ve had previously.
And that’s a little scary.
I’ve arrived at the movie theater. I’m a little early, since I’ve come directly from work. Normally, I’d still be stuck in traffic at this time, but I left work a half hour ago. My father, angry that the collaboration with Energy Plus Co. was going so well, started on at me, telling me that my reports were wrong and that he expected every single one of them to be done by next week or he’ll pull the plug on my deal.
Normally, I would shout back and call him out for being an utter bastard. He’s only on my case because he’s upset, and I won’t put up with him taking his frustrations out on me, especially when I know I’m doing a good job.
Today, though, something he said must have struck a nerve. I’m not sure why, but, all of a sudden, tears came to my eyes, startling my father out of his rant. I remember snarling at him (I think I might have told him what a bastard he was being), and then I stormed out, telling him I’d be back in the morning to talk about this rationally. I’d gotten as far as the ground floor bathroom before I huddled in a stall and burst into tears.
I’m not usually the weepy kind. But it makes sense. My father and I have a very complicated relationship, and I do love him, but I also put up with a lot of crap from him. It’s no wonder I eventually cracked. I even felt a little better after a good cry, and I was able to emerge from the bathroom, ready for my date with Lyle, feeling fresh and much happier.
“Amanda!”
I look up. Lyle is hurrying toward me, a huge grin on his face. It looks like he’s early too. It shouldn’t surprise me; one thing I’ve learnt about Lyle in the last two weeks is that he has the same need I do to be early for absolutely everything.
“Hey,” I greet, smiling at him. “Good to see you.”
“You too,” he says. “Ready for the movie?”
I try to remember what we picked, but I’ve honestly forgotten. I smile anyways and nod; anything is good as long as I’m with Lyle.
“Very ready,” I say with a laugh.