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“Tell me about it,” I called out.
Sweat broke out on my forehead as she described the sleeveless blouse tucked into her skirt and the high-heeled shoes that were the wrong choice to wear on her first day back. Black and spiky, they killed her feet.
I imagined them digging into my back as she wore nothing butthose fucking shoes. My breathing sped up to the same pace as my fist. Black spots filled my vision as my balls tightened, practically pulling up into my body. I jerked, falling into the counter as my orgasm hit me in a sudden wave of never-ending streams of jizz. I barely caught myself, only to fall when my soaked hand slipped from the counter and I collapsed on the floor, narrowly avoiding slamming my head into the toilet.
“Dash!” Loud banging on the door was the only thing that kept me coherent as I breathed through the shaking of my limbs. It wasn’t the fall, but the earth-shattering orgasm that did me in. I could deal with pain. What I couldn’t deal with were any more images of her in those damn skirts and high heels.
The door pushed open, but stopped after an inch. My feet were blocking her from pushing it open further, thank God. Her urgent pleas were the only thing that brought me out of my sex-induced state enough to realize that if I didn’t get my ass up, she was going to catch me with my pants down. Literally.
“I’m okay,” I finally answered, trying to calm her down. “I just slipped.”
“Well, let me in! You need help.”
Fuck, did I ever need help, but not if she was going to see me like this. I still had cum all over my hand, not to mention on the counter. “Just give me a minute!” I called out. “I’m good.”
“You promise?”
My head jerked up at the sound in her voice. Fuck, it sounded like…tears clogging her throat. Now I’d really done it. She was fucking hysterical on the other side of the door, all because I was getting off and blacked out from thinking about her.
“Laura, I swear I’m okay. I just need a minute. Go get the movie ready.”
After a moment, I heard her footsteps recede from the door and I finally had the reprieve to get myself cleaned up before I saw her again. I struggled to my feet and grabbed a washcloth, wiping the smell of sex from my dick. I took a moment to lean against the counter, willing my body to work with me this time. I could handle a weekend with her. There was no other choice.
I stared at myself in the mirror. “Man up, you fucking pussy. It’s just another woman in your bed.”
But even as I reached for the doorknob, I knew I was lying to myself. She would never be just another woman. And there was no manning up when it came to someone like her.
28
LAURA
Warm arms wrapped around me,turning me over until my back was flat on the mattress. Lips sucked at the delicate skin of my neck, making me gasp with need. I wound my arms around his neck, moaning as I tossed back my head, giving him the space he needed to run his lips along the length of my neck and down to my breasts.
My legs involuntarily parted and his body fit snugly against mine. His thick cock rocked against my pussy, eliciting the most indecent sounds from the back of my throat. Thick fingers yanked my underwear to the side and slid inside my soaked pussy. I gasped as pleasure shot through me like an electric shock. My lips found his, our tongues tangling with desire and need with every moment that passed.
“Laura,” he whispered, shoving another finger inside me. I was so full, so desperate for more that I spread my legs further, inviting him in. My shirt was pushed up moments later and his lips latched onto my nipple, sucking into his mouth as I felt his cock nudging at my entrance. I could feel my arousal coating my inner thighs, begging for him to finally give me what I so desperately needed.
His thick length was buried inside me in an instant, rocking so deep that it hurt. I bit down on his neck, stifling the scream that threatened to escape my lips. In the dark of night, our sweaty bodieswrithing together was something I had only dreamed about. Maybe this was a dream. Maybe none of this was real.
His cock withdrew and I swear I could feel my body weeping from the loss, only to have him thrust back into me, pounding inside me until I was crying from the insane pleasure rushing through my body.
I held him tighter to me, sliding my hand over his back until I grazed his ass and grabbed his balls, giving a slight tug. He grabbed my leg, pulling it around his waist as he plunged deeper inside me, fucking me so hard and so deep I couldn’t think of anything other than chasing the insane pleasure rushing through my body. White lights filled my mind as my body stiffened, then shook as a rippling sensation spread from my core, spreading outward in all directions until I laid in bed like a heap, unable to move or even think.
I could have sworn I felt the weight of his body pressing me into the mattress before straightening my clothes and falling to my side, pulling me closer. I smiled to myself, thinking of what an amazing dream that was, and then everything went black.
I jerked upright in bed, looking over at the man beside me. Did that really happen last night? I slipped my hands between my legs, feeling the sticky cum in my underwear. Oh God, I’d had a wet dream. Did I thrash around in bed? Did I call out his name in my sleep? This had happened way too often over the weekend. While he was passed out on pain pills, I was dreaming of him fucking me senseless. If it was this bad now, how would I handle it when he wasn’t taking the pills?
I slipped out of bed, untangling myself from Dash’s body once again. The entire weekend I’d been wrapped in his arms, and I enjoyed it way more than I should have. He was knocked out on drugs most of the time, only awake for small portions of the movies. A few times, I caught him moaning in his sleep. The poor man had to be in so much pain, but he didn’t complain once, not even when I accidentally hit his wound with my leg.
As much as I knew I should stop myself, there was no way to keep from wrapping my arms around him and snuggling in closer when he was passed out. What he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. Although, subconsciously, it seemed as if he wanted me there. In the middle ofthe night, I would wake up with his arm wrapped around me, pulling me in closer and holding me as if he’d never let me go.
In those moments, I could imagine that we were a couple and he really did want me. But we were just friends. He hadn’t once made a move on me the entire time I had spent with him. Any other man would have already tried to kiss me or at the very least, stared at my breasts. But Dash was the perfect gentleman. A little too perfect.
But my mind couldn’t take any more nights of him holding me in my sleep without taking what I really needed. I knew I needed something to help me through the night, and as I looked over at the nightstand and saw the empty bottle of wine, I cringed. Maybe drinking the entire bottle hadn’t been a good idea. The dreams were more intense, making me want things I couldn’t have. And with the headache I was sporting, I knew it was going to be a bad Monday with high school kids.
I took my time in the shower, making sure to clean all my private parts extra well. Hell, they sparkled by the time I was done with them. My nipples would gleam if they were on display. My breasts ached for a man’s touch in a way I’d never desired before. I never really felt anything when a man touched me like that, but just the thought of Dash twisting my nipples and tugging on them with his teeth got me wet. It was one of the reasons I’d taken so many showers this weekend. I had to relieve the growing ache in my pussy.
By the time I shut off the shower, I was more than satisfied for the time being. But I knew it would only get me through the day. I’d never been so horny in all my life, and spending every night in a bed with a man who didn’t want me made it extremely hard to ever be fully satisfied.
