He slowly stood up, turned me around, pressed me against the wall, and entered me from behind. Pushing himself in and out of me, he had his hand around the back of my neck.
"Look at me," he demanded. I turned my head as much as I could. "Place your hands up over your head." He held my wrists and he sped up. My body slapped against his. The music filled the room. It combined well with our moans and groans. It was like a sexual symphony. He put my hands against the tiles.
"Pop your hips up and down." I used the wall for support and moved my hips as instructed. He then spanked me hard, and for some reason it drove me to an even more sexual frenzy.
He was moaning and spanking me. He bent me completely over, grabbed my shoulders, and used it for leverage to root himself completely inside me. This time, he was 1,000% rougher. His hands dug deep into my hips, leaving imprints. To my surprise, I was wet. I never knew I could enjoy this. I knew I liked it rough but I never knew I liked it this intense. How did he know? He pulled my hair back and I reached my peak.
"Damn!" I screamed out loud.
"Christina..." He drifted off. He pulled himself out. "Open your mouth." I eagerly spun around. His shaft circled my lips before it was inside my mouth. I went to work.
I looked up at him, gave him a sly smile, and slowly rolled my tongue out. I teased his small hole. He jumped up and I sucked solely on the head nice and slow. My fingertips traced up and down his shaft. They traced their way back down to his sac. I gently stroked them as I moved all over his hard shaft. He closed his eyes but they shot open once I started to gargle with the back of my throat. He mumbled something as he fell against the wall for support. I didn't let up though. I slowly slid my mouth off and kissed down his shaft. I then gargled his sac and he exploded soon after.
"Christina." He called out my name. He splashed some of the water on his face and started to clean himself. I went to touch him but he handed me a loofah and he continued to bathe himself. I nodded and did the same. Afterward, I started to lotion myself up. He handed me some fresh clothes while he went to lay on the bed. I put on the t-shirt and yoga pants. It wasn't quite my style but at least they were comfortable.
"So, this was great," he started, his arms folded cockily behind his head as he leaned against the headboard.
"Yeah, it was! I'm just glad you got me to enjoy myself. Thank you for that."
"Believe me, the pleasure was all mine." He was only half smiling. I looked in his eyes and saw that it was forest green again. "So, what are you going to do?"
"Just grab a cup of water and then sleep."
"You want a bottle of water instead? That way, you can take it home with you."
The words hit me fast and hard. I looked at his face, hoping to see that he was joking and that we would laugh like we did over the phone. There was nothing. Just his dull green eyes looking back at me as if I was crazy.
"Oh." I nodded my head knowingly.
"I had a lovely time," he added as if it was going to cushion the blows he was sending me.
"Okay," I whispered. I looked around for my clothes. I rushed myself out of the bedroom and began locating everything I came with. I knew if I stayed in the bedroom, I would start crying.
"Christina..." Blake spoke out but I was ignoring him. I just wanted to shove my feet into my heels and get the hell out of here. If I could do that all within five minutes, I'll be fine.
He caught me by the door and stood in front of it.
"Just let me go." I was trying to sound strong but my voice betrayed me.
"There's a reason why I haven't really pursued you."
"What are you talking about? You've always asked me out."
"But I never really pursued you until tonight. I would just ask knowing that you'd turn me down."
I thought back to our conversations and realized he was right.
"So, why haven't you pursued me then?"
"I'm not in a place in my life to be in a relationship right now. My career is really taking off right now. It's in such a great place but I'm very busy--"
"Please cut the bullshit," I interrupted him. "I'm way too old for this speech. I would respect you more if you said that you just wanted to get laid." I put my hair into a bun. "It's brutal but at least it's honest."
"I am being honest." His dull green eyes pleaded. "I just don't want to send you the wrong message."
"The wrong message being that if you fuck me, you have to be in a relationship with me?"
He was quiet. He ran his hands over his hair. It looked like he wanted to say something, but the words couldn't come out fast enough. I politely excused myself and walked toward the elevator. He walked slowly behind me as I pressed the button. The doors opened and I stepped inside. He looked sullen and I was about to let the doors close but I stopped them.
"You know, you could have told me all of this before we got back here. You could have just said it." I snapped at him.
"I didn't plan any of this." He was avoiding eye contact with me.
"Cut the martyr act. You could have just told me this. Why build up this whole night?"