“You ready for me babe?” I say, crawling up to her face. I look into her beautiful brown eyes that flutter open for me.
“Yes, so ready,” she says with a look of wanton desire that warms me to my core. I reach up by the pillow and grab a foil wrapper and tear it open and sheath myself. Clarissa wraps her legs around my hips and pulls me in. I slide into her and she feels like velvet wrapped me. I slowly ease in and out, in and out to prolong the pleasure as long as possible.
“You feel so amazing wrapped around me babe, God,” I groan out. She just lets out the softest, sexiest pants of pleasure and it drives me nuts. I watch her breasts jiggle with each thrust into her and it’s such a turn on. She’s grinding hard, matching my rhythm.
“I want to ride you,” she says, penetrating me with her eyes. I pull out and roll onto my back. She presses her soft palms onto my chest and sits up on my shaft. Her long hair sweeps across my chest with every rock of her hips. She grinds her nub down hard on me with each swivel of her hips. She’s good at this, and so damn sexy, as I watch her throw her head back and get lost in the pleasure of our bodies joined so intimately. The way she slides down on me and rocks her hips is almost too much for me, I want to make this last a little longer.
“Oh God Clarissa, stop,” I grunt, holding her hips still for a moment before I blow my load too soon. She looks down at me with a wicked little smile.
“What’s wrong Mr. Bancroft, am I too much for you?”
“Yes,” I growl back at her as I maneuver her onto her back so I can pound her into oblivion and wipe that smile off her pretty little face. I start to pump into her fast and hard. With each thrust of my hips she lets out a moan and a sigh until I release deep inside her and she clenches around me, milking me dry.
“Oh. My. God.” I whisper into her hair as I collapse onto her. She wraps her arms around me and strokes my back.
“A mind-blowing session Mr. Bancroft,” she murmurs and I can hear the smile in her voice. I just continue laying on her, crushing her, but she doesn’t say a word as we bask in the afterglow of pure satisfaction.
“We better get dressed and head back to the ballroom,” I say, kissing her on the nose as I pull out and climb off her luscious naked body.
“Do you think we smell like sex, will people notice?” Clarissa asks as I see her dabbing on more perfume.
“You keep talking like that you naughty girl and we won’t make it back to the ballroom,” I say, pulling her to me kissing her one more time before we go back to the formal.
*****
We’re packing up to leave the next morning in our room and I’m standing by the bed putting things in my suitcase when I hear Clarissa’s phone bing. It’s lying face up on the bed next to me and I can’t help glancing down at the screen and this is what I see.
Grant: Come over today.
My heart stops. Is this her secret lover? Has she still been seeing him, is she still sleeping with him and now me? She’s walks into the bedroom and sees the look on my face and her phone in my hand.
“What is it Jason?” she asks, walking up to me and taking her phone from my hand. After she reads the text message blaring on her screen, she just stands there mute and looks guilty as hell.
“Is that from your secret lover?” I ask afraid of what her answer will be. She pauses for a moment, like she’s thinking of whether she going to tell the truth or give me some story.
“Yes,” she says softly.
Fuck. I give her no reaction and walk into the bathroom to finish getting my things to pack up. She’s close at my heels.
“Jason, I’m not going,” she says.
“I thought you ended it with him. Have you been seeing him and…” I can’t even finish my sentence. I rake my hands through my hair and let out a painful sigh.
“I did end it with him and I have not…” she says in a rush before stopping mid-sentence.
“Good, because I won’t share you. I want you to be my girlfriend, exclusive. Just so you know, I’ve never asked a girl to be my girlfriend,” I walk towards her and take her beautiful face in my hands. She covers my hands with hers and she smiles her sweet smile upon me as if to say yes before I take her lips in a tender kiss.
THIRTEEN
DEENA
“The sixty day time limit is fast approaching girls, so I hope you’re hard at work racking up those Close Encounters.” I sing out encouragingly. They all groan out, “I know, I know”.
“I’m out,” Clarissa says boldly.
“What do you mean you’re out,” I ask incredulously.
“I’ve had two different Close Encounters and I don’t plan on having one with anyone different at this point so I’m out. I’ve resigned myself to cleaning duty for the next three months,” Clarissa explains.
“You’ll have help Clarissa, I’m out too,” Lexi chimes in.
“You guys are kidding me right?” I ask.