“You’re welcome. What’s the next step?” His voice is rough and slightly deeper than it was before.
“Well … uhm … I’m going to use that syringe”—I point toward the wrapped syringe on the vanity—“to draw up the fluid and then insert it inside me.” My cheeks heat with embarrassment. It seems every conversation I have with this man is incredibly awkward.
He nods. “I guessed that much. Do you need any help?”
My head snaps up. “Uh, nope. I should be able to manage fine on my own. Thanks. Once you leave, I’ll get straight to it to ensure your donation is as fresh as possible.”
“Right.” Only one word, but it comes out full of skepticism. “So …” He grips the back of his neck with his free hand. “I was reading up on all this and it says that you shouldhave sex”—he raises his brows—“at least every second day while you’re ovulating for your best chance.” My heart pounds faster behind my ribs and my cheeks heat further. “Did you want to do this again on Wednesday?”
Could I be any more blessed to have found this guy? “You read up on the best practices for conception?” He simply nods as if it’s not a big deal. “If you don’t mind. I’d really appreciate it.”
He nods again. “Okay. Same time, same place on Wednesday. I’ll uh … I’ll leave you to it.” He tips his head down to the condom he’s still holding and passes it over.
I take it gratefully, swallowing my embarrassment, and give him an awkward side hug with my free hand. This stuff is as precious as gold, no it’s even more precious, I don’t want to spill a drop. “Thanks again, AJ. I’ll see you on Wednesday.”
I see him to the door and after a long pause, he presses the softest kiss to my cheek and leaves. My eyes drop to the condom I have pinched between my thumb and forefinger and my lips widen. This could be it! As I walk toward the bathroom to retrieve the cup and syringe, I squeal a little—giddy with excitement.
I grab the items and head toward the bed. Using the cup, I carefully balance the condom inside and remove my panties, hiking my skirt up past my hips. Reaching over to the nightstand, I unwrap the syringe and draw the plunger back, then press it all the way down as the website told me to do. I insert it into the condom, being careful not to touch the bottom. It’s tricky keeping everything balanced but I manage and draw back the plunger, sucking up AJ’s release. Lifting it closer to my face, I check for air bubbles and tap them out, careful not to let anything escape. I need every single one of those little suckers. Positioning a pillow in the middle of the bed I lay down with my hips tilted. The website said it wasn’t essential to do this, but I want to give myself the best possible chance.
Dipping the syringe into my vagina, I position it where I think is best and slowly depress the plunger, hoping against hope I’m getting it in the right place. Then I grab my bullet. The website said it was best to have an orgasm to help push the semen where it needs to go. This whole situation feels so clinical, and I wonder how AJ managed to orgasm while standing in the bathroom with no stimulation. He’s a guy, so it was probably no drama for him. I close my eyes and try to get in the zone but my mind won’t quit. So many things have to go right for this to work. And I desperately want it to work.
With my eyes closed and my hips tilted, I try to clear my head and not think, just feel. Images of AJ in the bathroom stroking his cock come to the fore unbidden. My lids fly open as I try to push the images away.
I have no business thinking about him in that way.
He’s helping me.
He’s not in this for anything more than to give me his semen.
Don’t fucking get attached, Sarah.
Think about someone else. Maybe Dean Winchester. Yeah, he’s hot. That sexy smile of his and the shy way he tilts his head to the side. I relax into the moment, the buzz of the bullet against my clit beginning to work its magic when AJ’s smile takes the place of Dean’s.
What the hell?
My buzz wanes as I work to shoo him out of my mind, but he won’t go. Damn it!
Dean’s hazel eyes turn to warm brown and his light brown hair changes to dark brown in my mind. My clit pulses and I give up and go with it. AJ’s handsome and has a body most men would die for. Every time he grasped the back of his neck tonight, his bicep bulged in the perfect way, and the obvious strength in his forearms is a real turn-on. Even his fingers as he held the condom pinched between his thumb and forefinger looked strong and capable, and my mind can’t help but gothere!
What would it be like to have his fingers working me over right now instead of this silicone device? My body builds and an image of AJ pressing his perfect lips against mine blinds me along with my orgasm. I huff out a moan as shudders wrack my body and my vagina pulses around nothing. As strong as the orgasm was, it wasn’t satisfying in the least.
Once I calm down, embarrassment floods me. I can’t believe it took thoughts and images of AJ—my donor—to make me come. Luckily we didn’t actually have sex or I’d be asking the guy to move in with me, for God’s sake.
Now to lie here in my mortification for the next thirty minutes and let gravity work its magic while I try not to let my shame overtake me.
CHAPTER9
–aj–
To sayI’m disappointed my evening turned out like this is an understatement. I figured I’d be getting lucky; that I’d be having sex all night. I walked into this hotel with a pep in my step, barely able to hold in my smile, knowing I was about to get laid. When Sarah broke the news that we weren’t having sex and instead using sterilized equipment, I almost walked out the door. But I made a promise and I never break my promises.Never. I pride myself on following through, even if the task isn’t something I want to do.
But what disappointed me more is the top-of-the-line firewall Sarah’s built between us. I understand we’re basically strangers, but she must trust me to some degree to meet me in this hotel on her own. I’m not sure how I’m going to break through the barrier she’s built around herself, but I’ll steadily crack her code until she lets me inside.
Shaking my head at myself, I sweep past the hotel bar, conversation and laughter trickling through the doorway. What the hell? I may as well have a drink before I go home. I have nothing to go home to anyway. Stepping inside, the place reminds me of a social club I imagine at the local lawn bowls center. It’s nothing fancy, with basic furnishings and fans moving the stale air around the space.
I was surprised when Sarah chose this particular hotel; I assumed we’d go to her place to do the deed. I guess it makes sense to meet in a neutral place since she doesn’t know me all that well. Smart really. The hotel certainly isn’t anything flashy; I guess it would be on the cheaper side and if we have to do this a few times, she needs to consider her budget.
“What can I get for you, sir?”