So much of me wanted to hop out of the car and push him back into the room, onto his bed, and do all the dirty things that were playing through my head. But I stuck to my guns and drove. The safer option.
I was a mess as I drove out of the parking lot. It felt wrong to leave him, but I knew it was the right thing to do. Besides having meant what I said about the surprise. I wanted to make sure he had everything he might need during the storm. Things I was sure my brother and his roommates might have failed to stock up on since they were preoccupied with seeing Toni.
Not only that, but if I had stayed, I would have let him tear my clothes from me and it wasn’t the right time. I would have regretted sex with him in a shitty hotel room, under the influence of alcohol.
Despite knowing things were better with me leaving, it didn’t seem to have any bearing on my level of horniness. My body wanted Guy in ways I had never known before. And the feeling was surprising.
“Don’t go back… don’t go back… don’t go back,” I said to myself.
I was warring with myself. Part of me—a huge part—wanted to turn around and go back to him and let him do all the things I was imagining. Another part of me wanted to be responsible and not throw caution to the wind for the sake of a one-night stand.
At some point, that part won out because I had managed to pull into my parking spot and was staring at the stairway leading up to my apartment. But my engine was still running, and my body didn’t want to move.
“It’s probably best this way,” I tried to tell myself.
Repeatedly.
So far, I wasn’t convinced. As evident by my lack of leaving my vehicle.
I continued to struggle with convincing myself that going inside was a far better option than sleeping in a dingy hotel room, regardless of if that was where Guy was or not.
I was still a virgin which really sucked sometimes. And despite how much I hated that, I was also protective over my virginity. Regardless of how much Guy could make me crave him, I wasn’t about to give in just like that.
Only the right man, the right time, and the right circumstances would do. Not a fling. No matter how hot he was. I wasn’t about to deal and barter in one night only. No matter how perfect and hot and just everything I could ever want in a man.
Besides, the most I knew how to do for sure was make out with someone. Sort of. I mean, I could take care of myself, and I had some toys to prove that. But when it came to the real thing? I was as inexperienced as they came.
Another reason? I didn’t want alcohol to be one of the reasons we ended up in bed. Regardless of what would happen afterward. Because, let’s face it, he was the kind that I was sure would keep me coming back for more.
But, if he was meant to be the one, then I would see him again tomorrow, in the morning. And even more so after that. Sex or not. But fuck!
I was so horny my sex ached and throbbed with need. I had soaked through my panties, and it took everything inside me not to slip my fingers under the waistband of my pants just to feel the slick moisture.
Even after being parked for several minutes.
I had to get out of this situation. So, I quickly climbed out of my car and got my ass through my apartment door. No sooner than the locks were engaged, I started tearing off my clothes while heading straight for my bedroom. Once there, I picked up my sex pillow from the floor, and tossed it onto the bed. I straddled its half-circle shape and situated it just where I needed it to go before I climbed on top of it.
I closed my eyes and smiled as my imagination took control…
Guy’s warmth pressed against my back seconds before rough fingers swept the hair from my neck and shoulder. Soft lips brushed along the skin at the bend of my neck, moving up toward my ear, sending goosebumps through my entire body.
Rough hands rested at the tops of my arms, moving slowly down to the tips of my fingers before sliding along the skin on my thighs, tracing warmth to my hips and resting there. More kissing on my neck and I shuddered. My eyes opened to a room filled with flickering candlelight, glittering against silver walls.
I closed my eyes against the sensation of pressure against my back, coaxing me forward. And as I lowered myself to my hands and knees, I braced for what was to come next.
The same rough hands gripped my hips, bracing their body against mine. Hardened warmth pressed against my swollen, wet sex. The sensation furthered my arousal and made goosebumps prickle all over my skin. The erection brushed against my entrance, teasing my clit, and rubbing my sensitive folds, delighting my senses in the best way.
A soft moan escaped my mouth and I sucked in a breath as he entered me. Slowly at first. I assumed that was to stretch my insides to suit his girth. Once he was fully inside me, he adjusted his position before beginning to thrust his hips into me.
As he moved, a warm, strong arm wrapped around my body, bracing me against his. Kisses dotted my skin. And another pressure started to form. One centered between my hips. One that promised a sweet release.
I leaned up against Guy’s warmth and his other arm wrapped around me. I sighed as his mouth continued kiss the skin along my neck. I reached behind me, plunging my fingers into his thick, soft hair as he slid one hand between my legs, brushing against my clit. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as I became consumed by the feel of his body surrounding me.
Slowly, I rocked my hips back and forth, rubbing my clit against his soft touch, urging my release forward.
Then, with a dizzying sense of movement, I was on my back, and he was on top of me, moving within me as though he hadn’t even lost a beat. I sighed as pleasure prickled through me.
He lifted above me, smirked at me in that devilish, making me weak in the knees sort of way. Then he moved down my stomach to between my legs. His tongue moved along my sex, dancing around my clit, and taking my breath away.