I rolled onto my side and propped my elbow up on the bed so I could rest my head on my hand. Dalton’s brown eyes held a lustful look that almost made me feel like he was seeing the person inside of me that I kept locked up tight. But that’d be impossible, as I never allowed anyone in.
“You’re so beautiful, Julie.” He said.
I smiled at him and said “thank you”, but if I’m being honest, I wasn’t thankful for that compliment. I hated them. They made me feel uncomfortable. I knew I was beautiful and I’d been told I was by at least a dozen guys in my life, but I just hated the awkwardness of thanking someone for a compliment.
We both knew why we were there. Dalton knew that I didn’t waste my time on actually dating. We were there to fuck, simply put. I didn’t form attachments anymore. I had in high school and it had fucked me up for a long time. So I started to fuck without feelings. Usually this involved no information exchanged. Though, this time was slightly different. Dalton wasn’t just anyone. He was a childhood best friend recently returned from New York where his divorce had just been finalized and I was okay with being a quick fuck for him to erase the memory of the pain for him.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” I asked, only because I didn’t want any feelings to get in the way. Dalton had never been in love with me or anything like that, but people could change.
“Absolutely.” He said and then grabbed my face and brought it towards his, our lips touched slightly at first and then we pressed them together harder, with a passion that I imagined Leonardo Da Vinci felt while creating the Mona Lisa.
His tongue found mine and I felt our bodies melt together as our kissing became more rushed. I felt his hard cock pressing against my thigh, as I was slightly higher than him. I wanted him so bad.
He stopped kissing me to remove his clothes and I followed suit, only for him to pull me on top of him and kiss me harder than before. Our naked bodies pressed together. The warmth of his skin was pressed into mine and I could feel him twitch on my pussy, which was desperate to feel him inside.
I pulled back and reached over for the condom on the table. I tore the foil packet open with my teeth and then pulled the slippery condom out. I unrolled it onto his thick cock, slowly. His breathing slowed.
I positioned myself on top of him, grabbed his cock from between my legs and held it up so I could guide myself down onto him. I felt him swell within me and I bit my lip. It felt so fucking good to slide my body up and down on him, taking him all the way inside of me. I sat up, hands in my hair and began to ride him, rocking my hips back and forth, feeling his cock explore my insides.
“Holy fuck.” He moaned and put his hands on my hips. He gripped them and helped me to ride him. “You’re so wet.”
I bit my lip, moaned and started to ride him harder. I felt the warmth bubbling within me, threatening to push me over the edge. I was right there, on the edge, when he grabbed me and pulled me down to him.
“Not yet.” He said.
“How did you know?” I asked breathless and slightly disappointed.
“I could tell.” He said and kissed me once more again. He thrust his cock in and out of me while we continued to kiss and I felt every reservation I had, melt away. I tried stopping it of course, but I couldn’t help it. Not with the feeling of our bodies pressed together, of him inside of me, of his lips on mine.
He stopped kissing me and I tried to sit up, so I could ride him again, but instead, he leaned forward and took my right nipple into his mouth. He sucked and then lightly nibbled it.
It. Felt. So. Good.
He switched to my other nipple, biting slightly harder this time and moved his hips so his cock was sliding in and out of me. Then he stopped, laid back down and I sat up on him again. This time I began to ride him harder, faster than I did before. The warmth in my belly grew again and I felt the tingly sensation building up.
“I’m gonna cum.” I moaned and rocked my hips harder.
“Cum for me.” He said back.
All at once I was a trembling pool of putty in his hands. My orgasm shook me to the core and I cried out his name. He held my hips and made me keep riding him and suddenly, he thrust himself inside of me. My pussy throbbed around his cock, my toes curled and I let my body collapse on top of him.
“Mmm that was amazing.” He said into my hair and then kissed my head.
“Mmhmm,” I said in response. Then I sat up, pulled myself off of him and got dressed.
“Where are you going?” He asked.
“I never stay, Dalton.” I told him.
“Just this once?” He asked, his eyes pleading with me. I thought about it for a second, chewing on my inner cheek. “Please?”
“I can’t,” I said and before he could guilt trip me, I slipped on my shoes and called a Lyft and left his one-bedroom apartment. The thing that bothered me was that I really wanted to get back into that bed with him, and I had, had to fight myself to not do it. I got into the Lyft and willed myself to not look back and to not think any unpure thoughts about Dalton. But I did look back and I did think about how it might have been to stay there with him. And those two things scared the shit out of me.
Hope you enjoyed this super short story! I’m not sure if it’s the end or just the beginning. Feedback would be great!
Stay sexy. Stay positive.