“You have something?” I asked. Although I didn’t want to interrupt the action, it was a question that needed to be asked.
“Always prepared,” was his hoarsely whispered answer. He slapped my ass again, and this caused me to stand up and turn around. Shayne was already rolling a condom that seemed to appear out of nowhere on to his cock. “Come here, baby.” He opened his arms to me, and I slid down into them straddling his thighs between mine.
He held my hips just above his cock so that the tip teased my entrance even as his lips captured mine. I tasted myself on him, and that only heightened my excitement. I tried to push my hips down, but he held me in place with little effort.
“You ready for me?” He chuckled in a low, throaty growl.
“Yes,” I said, unwilling to beg for it, though.
Then he released me, and his cock slid into me filling me completely. We both groaned in unison. “That is a tight pussy,” he said gripping my ass. “Oh, fuck yes. Ride it. Take what you want, baby.”
I had never been with a man who liked to talk during sex, and I found Shayne’s running commentary incredibly sexy. I moved my hips like I was riding a horse, and he moaned. I did it again. “Just like that. Do it again.” I moved again, and let my hands fall on either side of his body against the back of the couch.
My breasts were in his face, and as he started lapping at my nipples, I sensed that he didn’t mind. I felt the slight buck of his hips against mine indicating what he wanted, and I started to move faster. The heat in my core was turning into a blazing fire.
Then Shayne gripped my ass and stood up. I squealed even as I wrapped my arms around his neck. It was instinct to wrap my legs around his hips, and in this position, I felt him even deeper inside of me. He moved forward, so I was trapped between him and the wall next to the couch, and he started to drive into me. I saw our image over his shoulder in the mirror. Shayne’s widened stance and his gorgeously defined ass. My cowboy boots, which I hadn’t gotten around to taking off, jostling against his lower back. He grabbed my hands and pushed them overhead holding me in place.
I felt his balls hit against my tender skin, and I knew that I was close. “You come for me,” he commanded. “Now!”
The world seemed to explode in that moment. I let out a low moan that turned into a loud yell that seemed to fill the room. Then I felt Shayne’s final hard thrust, and then he buried his face against my neck nipping and licking the skin at my collarbone.
My chest heaved as I tried to catch my breath. Shayne gently lowered me to the floor, and I was glad that he kept hold of my hands as I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to stand up without the help. He pressed his long length against me as he tickled my earlobe. “Now that’s how I like to end a fight night,” he said.
The words were like a cold dose of water. Of course, I was one of many that he had slept with in a neverending rotation of women. It shouldn’t bother me. I had just had a bodytingling orgasm, probably one of the best of my life. I had never come on demand before, so that was new. I’d never had sex outside of a bedroom before, so that was new too. Was I ready for this new side of me, though? I wasn’t as sure about that.
“You’re welcome?” I said quietly. “I should probably get out of here. I’m sure Stacey is wondering where I went.”
“Stacey knows exactly what you’re doing,” he deadpanned. He pressed himself against me again. “Wanna wait for a few minutes and go another round?”
The idea was tempting, but I wasn’t sure I was going to be able to look at myself in the morning the way it was. This had been a bad idea. I wasn’t this kind of girl. “I gotta go,” I said pushing against his chest. Damn if those pecs didn’t feel awesome beneath my fingertips. I needed to clear my head.
“Okay,” he said. He moved aside, and I quickly made my way to my pile of clothes. I didn’t look at him as I got dressed. He sat back down on the couch and pulled the towel up into his lap. As I peeked at him underneath my eyelashes, I thought that the man looked a bit too pleased with himself. “So how about you give you me your number? I gotta go on the road for a few weeks, but when I’m back, I’ll look you up.”
I laughed, but it held no humor. I was certain that by the end of the night, Shayne would have forgotten my name. I would blur into his endless line of women that were nothing more than notches on his bedpost. “I’m moving next week, so I won’t be here when you get back.”
As I pulled on my skirt, I looked around for my tank top. Finally, I spied it halfway across the room. I had forgotten that Shayne tossed it after he pulled it off. I put my arm around my breasts as I made my way across the room.
“Oh yeah? Where are you moving?”
What was this, twenty questions? I hadn’t expected Shayne to be so chatty. “Connecticut,” I said. I doubted he even knew where that was.