“Kinky,” I say, crossing my knee over the other. I’d never been spanked with a belt before… or maybe he’s a little like Twitch and would prefer it around my neck. Hey, whatever his fetish, I’m not going to judge.
“We’re not using the belt, Alix,” he states, tossing the belt to the side.
Thank god it’s dark otherwise he’d see my pout. In the next heartbeat, Jesse forces me to uncross my legs as he drapes his body over mine. I press my hands against his chest, sandwiching them between us. The warm skin that covers his hard muscles is smooth. He has no disfigurations that I can feel and no third nipples, so the need for darkness is still a mystery to me. I run my fingers over each ripple in his stomach and memorize every rise and depression. It won’t hurt to commit his body to memory for later.
Jesse remains silent as he kisses his way down my neck. It’s kind of awkward. I mean, of course every day people don’t really talk during sex, but for a passionate one night stand? Come on! I snake my fingers through his soft hair as he trails hot kisses down my neck and onto my chest. I shiver and moan as his tongue flicks over my nipple before his hot, wet mouth engulfs it. Sensations hit me like lightning. Every flick of his tongue jolts down my spine and settles in my toes. As he sucks at my nipple, I hear his zipper grind as he lowers it. I guess this is all the foreplay I’m going to get. The second his mouth leaves my breast, I shuffle back on the bed. Jesse kicks off his pants and his shoes and I distinctly hear the sound of a foil packet being ripped. A few quiet seconds pass before he lowers himself onto the bed and crawls towards me. I peer eagerly into the darkness, trying to get a peek at what he has to hide, but dammit! It’s too dark. He nudges my knees apart and slips into the space he’s made. I feel him then, pressed right up against my entrance and, shit, the darkness is definitely not to hide any small penis issues. Much like Clay in ‘First Night’, ‘he had it going on’. Indecent excitement begins to bubble once again as he drags himself up and down, collecting all of the moisture he can before he pushes in. My breath hitches, as does his. Then, he pauses ever so briefly and I grip his shoulders, digging my nails in.
“I’m afraid this isn’t going to be very good for you,” he mutters in my ear. “I haven’t had this in a while.”
I roll my eyes. Of course he hasn’t. Without another word, or complaint from me, Jesse fills me slowly, and carefully, as though he doesn’t want to break me. I let my fingers trail down his back and over the curve of his ass and his whole body shudders. Pleasure coils in the pit of my stomach, even though I know it’s a wasted effort. Despite that, the faster he moves and the deeper he plunges, the hungrier my pleasure becomes. Some time in, I find myself grinding my hips eagerly against his, wanting more, getting closer. If I can just push myself over the hill, this won’t all be for nothing. As soon as the thought passes, I slip my hand between us and begin to take my release into my own hands. He swears under his breath and this isn’t my first rodeo. I know exactly what it means.
“Don’t you dare, Jesse. One more minute!” I beg, digging the fingers of my right hand in to his shoulders.
I move my fingers quicker, circling faster. But I’m too late. As if to spite me, he groans loudly and his fingers squeeze my hip, pressing hard enough to leave bruises. His entire body stiffens and jerks as he pants in my ear.
He’s finished… just like that.
His body is heavy as he sags over me. I’m panting too, but it’s not because I’m satisfied, I can tell you that. Jesse slips out and rolls off of me as I run my fingers through my hair and lick my lips. Yeah, there’s no way I’m sticking around. I slip from the bed and begin to gather my stuff. I crouch low and aimlessly rub the carpet to find my things. I find my hand bag first, then my bra. To avoid wasting any more time, I stuff my bra into my handbag. I find my panties next and even manage to slip them on without falling on my ass… I think they’re inside out. Ditching the thigh highs, I grab my skirt and my shirt, and I manage to get them on in record time.
“So, uh, thanks for that… awesome time.” I mutter, slipping my heels back on and collecting my coat off of the floor.
“Alix.” He calls over my shoulder, but I ignore him.
I basically sprint for the door. He’s wasted enough of my night. Unintentionally, I slam the door and storm down the hall.
That man had a pretty face and pretty everything else, but was definitely not worth the admission price… which is saying a lot considering I didn’t pay a cent. Ha. I didn’t spend any money tonight and yet I feel ripped off.