He looked down between us where we were connected. “It’s so fucking hot watching my dick stretch you.”
My hands fisted his comforter as the tip of his shaft hit my prostate and my hardening cock bobbed with each drive of his hips.
“Holy shit!” I cried out.
“You like that?” His thrusts quickened.
“Hell yes.” I reached down and wrapped my palm around my shaft, knowing it would only take a few tugs for me to detonate.
“Let me do that.” He pushed my hand away, and began to stroke me, his movements slowing but still going deep and hitting me in the right spot.
“I’m so close,” I panted.
“Good. Let me watch you come.”
My entire body tensed with his words, and it didn’t take long before I shot my cum all over my stomach. The overpowering orgasm caused my ass to squeeze him tight, and within seconds, his climax had him shouting incoherently as he filled the condom with his release.
We paused to catch our breaths before he withdrew his still twitching dick from inside me.
“I’m going to go clean up,” he said and climbed off the bed.
My head was spinning from the unexpected intensity between us. But, despite how I was feeling, I understood a guy didn’t bring another man home without knowing his name if he was looking for anything more than a one-night stand, and I wasn’t going to embarrass myself by sticking around. So, while he went to the bathroom, I grabbed my phone, ordered a rideshare, and got dressed. He returned as I sat on the edge of the mattress, tying my shoes.
Clearly, I was leaving, so it didn’t surprise me when he asked, “Can I order you a car?”
“I’ve already got one on the way.” Once I was sure I had everything, I walked toward his living room and took in his well decorated home with rich leathers, real plants, and a ton of photos on the wall. “Did you take these?” I asked, looking at a city view of Paris with the Eiffel Tower in the distance.
“I did.”
“Nice. Well, see ya.” I opened the front door, hoping my car would arrive at any minute as powdery snow fell from the sky.
Our eyes locked as though we both wanted to say something, but instead, Mr. Bright Eyes smiled awkwardly as I stepped off his front steps and then he shut the door.
As I waited outside for the ride I had ordered, a slight pang of disappointment set in that I didn’t get his name.
2
HAYDEN
“You don’t understand.”
“Help me understand.” I pleaded.
“I can’t.”
“Please. Just love me,” I begged.
“I do love you.”
“But not enough.”
“I need to go.”
“No!” I reached for him, our fingers brushing as he stepped off the steps, and in an instant, he was gone.
Back inside, I grabbed the remote and turned on the TV.
“Breaking news outside of Boston. Bruins captain, Jonah Walsh involved in a fatal car accident—”
