Fleetingly I look at him, avoiding his eyes, and nod before making my way back to Ed’s room. As I slide inside Ed’s bedroom, I glance quickly back. Mathew is still there, watching me as he casually leans against the wall. I drop my eyes and close the door, resting my hand against it for a moment as I gather my thoughts.
“Hey you. Come over here,” Ed beckons, and I turn around to face him. He holds out his hand as I walk toward him and pulls me onto the bed, so I have to climb onto him and straddle his legs.
Immediately, I feel his arousal. He slides his hand either side of my face and pulls me toward him, touching our lips briefly before taking my mouth in his, to give me one of his luxurious kisses.
“Lie back,” I whisper. As he does as I ask, I pull my dress over my head and drop it onto the floor beside us. “Condom?”
“Side drawer.”
I pull one out and slide it over his erection. Using his tip, I glide him against my opening and then my clit, rubbing it back and forth and moaning slightly as my own arousal builds.
He’s eager and pulses his hips up, trying to slide inside me.
“Not yet,” I whisper, my voice all breathy as I continue.
Groaning, his hands travel up to cup my breasts, and he pulses up again. This time, I slide down his shaft and grip him tightly before sliding back up.
“Oh wow,” he moans, his eyes rolling back as pleasure starts to steal away his focus.
I take his hand away from my breast and guide it between my legs, showing him how to rub at my swollen nub.
“Oh yeah, right there,” I whisper as he starts to get the hang of it, he tries to slide his finger back to rub closer to my opening, but I hold on to his hand and keep him circling my clit. “Oh!” I cry out as my orgasm starts to build. It’s as if the sexual frustration from the night before is sitting just below my surface, desperate to escape.
“God!” he calls out, pushing himself firmly into me as he orgasms before me. Again.
He pulls his hands back and grips me by the hips, grinding us both together while my orgasm evaporates into the ether.
Sitting up beneath me, he brings his mouth to mine and kisses me. “Nice way to wake up,” he whispers.
“Hmmm,” I answer smiling. I climb off him and he removes his condom, shotting it into the wastepaper bin before turning toward me and pulling me into a spoon.
As he kisses me softly on my shoulder, I wonder if this is my punishment for using people. Perhaps now I would have a life without climax. I guess that would serve me right.
Chapter Eighteen
After spending most of the day in bed with Ed, still without orgasm, he drives me back to the nightclub to collect my things. He says that he’ll wait for me outside and drive me home after, but I of course, decline. There’s no home to drive me to.
I guess I hoped he’d want me to stay longer. I hoped that he wouldn’t even suggest that I go home. Perhaps I’m not as good in bed as I thought I was.
As he pulls up to the curb outside the nightclub, he leans across the console and presses his lips to mine. “I had a really great time last night… and today of course,” he grins.
I run my fingers through the thickness of his beard. “Me too Ed. Thanks for everything.” Pressing my lips against his once more, I move away and get out of the car.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to wait and drive you home?”
I don’t have a home. Every time he says that word it stabs at me. I bite my lip and wonder if I should tell him.
“I um…”
He sees my hesitation and shakes his head slightly. “Listen, if you don’t want to see me again, then just say so ok? I’m a big boy. I can take it.”
“No, it’s not that at all,” I attempt to explain. He gets out of the car and moves to stand in front of me.
“Linda, last night was really unusual for me. I don’t normally pick up girls and take them home on the first night.”
I look down at my feet. “That’s actually the first time I’ve ever done that as well.”