I woke with her head on my chest and my arm wrapped around her. I was a bit lost at first at the strange sensation of waking up with a warm body next to me in bed, but then I looked down at her dark hair and the night came flooding back in great detail.
You’ve lost your mind now haven’t you? What the hell were you thinking? Even as I berated myself I couldn’t forget the pleasure I’d enjoyed inside her. A pleasure I wouldn’t mind sampling again and again.
I’d fucked her I don’t know how many times in the raw, each time cumming inside her without a care in the world. I was in a pussy haze.
But that last time, that has to be the winner. I’d fucked past her cervix and into her womb which caused her some pain. She’d screamed bloody murder but my cock had never felt so good.
And when I came that time, it felt like a hose had erupted. I painted her womb with sperm and didn’t give a second thought to the repercussions. But now in the light of day, that shit came at me hard.
I’ve never been this irresponsible in my life, was never even tempted. I had no answers to why now? Why her? I just knew that the feel of her wrapped around my bare cock is something I want to feel over and over again.
But it’s dangerous, a risk that I probably shouldn’t take. But even that thought didn’t stop me from turning her onto her back and sliding my cock into his new home though.
She woke with my mouth on hers and my cock already moving inside her. And just like that, she started to move with me, to feed on my lips as I did hers.
“Good morning sweetheart.” I buried my face in her neck when her arms came up around me and her nails bit into my flesh, moving with me the way she had done all through the night.
Afterwards we took our second shower together where I fucked her again with her hands pressed against the wall and my cock slamming into her cunt from behind, just as I did the first time we showered together.
We had to go about our day no matter how enjoyable our little interlude was. I had a business to run and she… well, I have no idea what it is that she does. We never really got around to doing much talking last night.
I knew she was sore from the way she walked ahead of me out of the apartment after refusing breakfast. She seemed nervous and shy once the elevator doors closed behind us and headed for the corner again.
Once down in the garage she looked towards the exit anxiously. “You don’t have to drive me, I can hail a cab.” Why is she so damn nervous this morning? It can’t be the sex. She wasn’t shy while we were fucking like minks why be so now?
“That won’t be necessary. Get in.” I dismissed Reggie to the driver’s seat and held the door open for her myself. She seemed so demure, so…shy. This side of her was just as cute as the other. It was good to see that the confident woman had a soft girlish side to her.
Though I wasn’t sure why it should show up now. She hadn’t acted this skittish when I finally told her my name in the early hours of the morning. She didn’t react at all the way I’d expected, the way most people do.
We were sitting up in bed after our fourth or fifth round of fucking and she was nibbling on strawberries with her legs folded and her arms shoved into the sleeves of my discarded shirt but left unbuttoned.
I’d been watching her eat, or more like make love to the fruit with her teeth and tongue when I realized that I had yet to tell her my name.
I’d reached over and pushed the fallen hair back behind her ear and told her. “My name is Jonas Sutton.” Her answer was to study me and then with a shrug said, “I knew you looked familiar.” And went back to her strawberries. I wasn’t sure if to be offended or pleased.
In the end it didn’t matter because we went back to fucking and there was no change in her, the pussy was still tight, hot and good. She didn’t suddenly start acting like my dick was golden, or like she had to act a certain way now that she knew.
Now she was being shy and unsure of herself. I put my hand in the small of her back and led her into the car, ignoring the voice in my head that asked why I was going to all this trouble.
I usually have a car service take home any woman who’d been lucky enough to spend the night, which doesn’t happen that often and hasn’t in quite a while. I never did the morning after thing, not even with women that I saw more than once.
It’s probably the reason I have kind of a reputation as a cold fish. The fact that I like to keep a certain distance between me and whoever I’m fucking. I never want to give them the wrong ideas.
But here I am, fighting her to do the opposite and she was the one resisting. That shit did not sit well with me. Not at fucking all. And her reticence only made me suspicious.
Not in the ‘do you know who I am how dare you not bend over backwards in gratitude’ sort of way, but more like ‘what the fuck’. This is the kind of shit I do when I know I’m not about to come calling again.
“Is there any particular reason why you don’t want me to take you home?” If she told me she had a man I think I’d have Reggie drive over to the Hudson and drop her in.
“Maybe.” So damn cheeky. “I’ll let you drop me off at my workplace though, that might be better.”
“Don’t you have to go home and change?”
“Nope, I always keep a spare outfit at the office, you never know when you’re going to need it; like now.”
That tic in my jaw that’s usually reserved for annoying asshole businessmen went to work. “What do you mean? You’ve done this before?” How did I forget that she has a mouth on her and a shitload of attitude to go with it?
She didn’t exactly look me up and down but it was close. And that grin she gave me spelt nothing but trouble. “What’s it to you? It’s not like we’re going to see each other again.”
I didn’t know I was going to do it, didn’t even realize that I was doing it, until I saw the widening of her eyes and the look of shocked surprise on her face.
“What’re you….?”
“Shut up. I asked you if you’ve done this before. Now answer me.”
“No, okay, now let go of my neck are you crazy?”
No, but I was about to choke the fuck out of her. What the hell is wrong with me? I haven’t acted like myself since I saw her on that damn stage.
That crack she made about us not seeing each other had got to me and I reacted badly. Not to mention the fact that the idea of her having spent the kind of night we had with someone else made me see red.
“What’s your last name?” I could always find out but it would take too much work to go through those channels when she was right here.
“Why?” I didn’t answer her but instead pressed the intercom button. “Reggie take us back to the penthouse.”
“No, wait, you lunatic what are you doing? It’s Parsons okay.”
“Never mind Reginald. And where is this place of business that you need to be dropped off at?” She gave me the address and I passed it on to him. I knew the area sparingly, it was the fashion district if I wasn’t mistaken.
“What is it that you do exactly?” She blushed and pulled at her hem.
“Do you remember the underwear I wore on stage and the one I’m wearing now, well partly wearing?” She waited for my nod.
“I designed them.”
“You don’t say.” I can’t say that I’d paid too much attention to her underwear other than to remember that it was yellow. But if she was designing shit like the one she wore on stage then the men of this city were in deep shit.
Stephanie
The car wasn’t moving fast enough for me. I needed out of his presence yesterday. What the hell had I gone and done to myself? And how did I not see this coming? His smooth face ass.
Just my luck, the first guy to make me cum, make my toes curl and my eyes roll back in my head the way you only read about in cheesy novels, was way out of my league.
Not because of his wealth, well that wasn’t the only thing standing in my way, but the fact that we were complete opposites. I have no doubt that he was trolling last night. That he’s not in the habit of taking women like me to his bed.
But why the hell did he have to be so good? Everything about him, his scent, his feel, his touch, yeah especially his touch, and the way he made me feel when he looked at me.
I found myself getting jealous at the thought of him being that way with all his women, that I was nothing special to him and that’s when I knew I’d crossed the line. The line that I have in place for myself.
The reason I’ve been able to enjoy my adventures with the opposite sex thus far, is because I never let myself take things too seriously.
I knew what my future held, knew what awaited me back in that hometown I’d escaped from and it did not involve anyone I was going to meet here.
I only had a small window of time left before daddy dropped the hammer and dragged me back kicking and screaming to take over the business he’d built from the ground up. It was times like these I wish I wasn’t an only child.
“What are you thinking about so hard Stephanie?” His voice intruded on my thoughts and I jumped guiltily, my face going up in flames.
“Nothing, I was just…” I couldn’t bring myself to lie to him, but there was no point in sharing the truth. There was nothing he could do about it anyway, even if he wanted to, and I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t.