He never really had to jerk off much again.
He lets himself come explosively. He quickly whips back the blanket to release his ejaculation. His cock jettisons his semen upward. How high he will never know, because he has his eyes firmly closed and fixated on his memory of Sam throwing her head back while being held in his arms … on the dance floor.
His spurt of cum seems to go on forever.
When he opens his eyes, the blanket and sheets are stained with glistening white patches. OK, maybe allowing himself to come on the bed wasn’t a good idea, especially with Sam next to him. So she’s going to wake up, look at all this gooey mess around her and say –
“What the hell are you doing?” She sits up, her hair mussed and sexy. She wildly looks around. “What’s all this?”
He lies back on the bed. He can’t help it. He starts to laugh.
His shoulders quake with laughter as tears spring into his eyes. The situation is beyond ridiculous. Here he is, giving himself a hand job while the woman he has been fantasizing about for the past three days – yes, he admits that he has – wakes up in bed beside him and yells at him for messing up the sheets.
He should just take her, press her down onto the bed and fuck her. He’s certain that some part of her wants him at least. Otherwise, she wouldn’t be giving herself so readily to his kisses.
But he doesn’t.
There’s no point really. They have had too much of a history together, and most of it was bad. Besides, she’s only going to get all angsty and miserable after he leaves. That is what comes of knowing someone before fucking them. There are all sorts of weird emotions and expectations in the mix, especially with women, and you never know when they are going to get all weird on you – even though you’ve made it quite clear it’s just a fuck.
That’s why he never gets to know anyone before he fucks them. Too much fallout. Look at what happened to his mother and father. Relationships and marriages are the pits.
She leaps out of bed, shrieking “Eww, eww, eww, eww.” He bets she wouldn’t be saying that if it was all inside her instead.
She tears back the curtains. Bright light streams into the room. Her hair is disheveled and her cheeks wear a high color. So she’s majorly embarrassed, but she manages to look good anyway.
“Oh, stuff it,” she declares. “We’re going to have to go anyway. I hope you’re happy, because the maid who’s going to clean up all this mess won’t be.”
“So I’ll leave two hundred dollars by the lampstand as a tip.” He gets up. “I’m going to need a shower, sweetheart. Last night was incredible.”
“Fuck you.”
“You’re gonna wish you had when you say goodbye.”
It’s automatic, this snark of his.
He can feel her eyes on his back and buttocks as he vanishes into the shower, grinning. He hits the hot water, and his grin dissipates when he realizes that he would never see her again after this.
11
It’s twelve noon when they finally gather at the restaurant downstairs. Caleb and Cassie are extremely hung over and looking sheepish, for some reason. When the boys take their seats and peruse their menus, Sam pulls Cassie to the powder room.
Brian says in a loud voice, “Going in there for a girl chat? Don’t forget to tell your best friend how good I was last night.”
Several diners at the other tables turn. Flushing, Sam walks Cassie away quickly.
“Did you?” Cassie’s eyes are accusing.
“No! How could you even think that?” Righteous indignation pours out of Sam’s every syllable. “I’ll be glad to go home and never have to see his mug again.”
“Ah well, to each her own,” Cassie murmurs.
Sam is nonplussed as she follows her friend into the female restroom. Then a light bulb goes off in her head.
She whirls to face her friend. “Oh my God, don’t tell me… you slept with him.”
Cassie has the good grace to blush. “We were both drunk.”
“But you hardly know each other!”
“As if that has ever stopped me.”
Sam’s mind is tumbling with possibilities – all exciting. “So are you going to see each other again?”
“I don’t know … he’s kind of sweet, don’t you think?” Cassie takes out her lipstick from her purse and starts to apply it.#p#分页标题#e#
“Hell, yeah! A lot nicer than Brian.”
Cassie giggles. “He’s terrific in bed. Let’s say that for a short-ish guy – ”
“He’s not that short.”
“ – I said ‘ish’. But he’s certainly not short where it matters.”