Page 8 of The Fake Out

“Wait. I don’t have a condom.”

“I got it,” she said. She opened the drawer of her bedside table, pulled out a condom, and handed it to me.

I unwrapped it from its package and rolled the latex down my throbbing cock while she shifted onto her stomach and got on all fours. I situated myself behind her and spread her knees apart. I ran the head of my cock across her entrance, teasing her but not quite giving what she wanted.

“Blaise,” she whined and pressed her ass back against me.

I slid her hair off her shoulder and kissed her neck. “You want my cock, huh?”

“Please.”

I found her entrance and groaned when I finally slid all the way inside. I pulled out and then slid back in slowly, setting the pace as I filled her up.

She dropped her head down and moaned into the bed. One of her hands played with her clit, and I felt her pussy squeeze around my cock like a vise. I reached around to place my hand on hers. “Let me do that.”

“S’okay,” she moaned. “I got it.”

“You sure?” I whispered in her ear.

She nodded. “You can go hard. You don’t have to be gentle.”

I slapped her ass again. “Prepare for it to be rough, then.”

“I like it rough,” she confessed.

“Fuck yeah, you do,” I growled. I quickened the pace of my thrusts, slamming into her as hard as I could. I swatted her perfect ass again. “You want me to take you hard, huh?”

She stifled a moan into her pillow. “Yes, please.”

She ground back against me, shamelessly thrusting back into me as I snapped my hips and took her deep. I grabbed her hair in my fist and fucked her with reckless abandon while she clutched at the sheets and moaned my name.

I moved inside her more urgently as my abs tightened and a sheen of sweat dripped down my back. I watched my dick sliding in and out of her sweet pussy, watching how I filled her up so good, she cried out in ecstasy.

“Blaise,” she moaned. I felt her clench around me as she came all over my dick.

She slumped onto her stomach in a melted puddle of satisfaction while I slammed back into her. The bed shook beneath her, and I filled her again and again until I tipped back my head and roared out my release.

“Fuck…” she moaned and looked at me from over her shoulder.

I took a beat to catch my breath before I pulled out of her. I didn’t realize how much I needed that. How much losing myself in her felt like all the pressure was off my shoulders. That should make me feel like an asshole, but she didn’t seem to mind.

I ran my hand down Veronica’s ass and smoothed it across her alabaster skin, now tinted pink from being spanked. “You okay?” I asked.

She nodded and looked like she wanted to get up, but I tipped her head up toward me and crashed my lips onto hers. She didn’t let me linger and broke the kiss quickly to get up and go into her bathroom.

I got rid of the condom in her wastebasket and laid back on her bed.

What was the protocol here? Did I stay over? Did I get dressed and leave? I was so out of my element. How did one-night stands even work?

I opened my eyes and saw her peering down at me, staring intently at my chest.

“Who’s Astrid?” she asked.

“My ex,” I sighed.

She cringed and got into the bed beside me. She curled into my side, and I put my arm around her. Her blue and black hair spread out on my shoulder, looking like the ocean at night.

She traced the lines of my ex-girlfriend’s name marked on my skin. “You never get a girl’s name tattooed on you.”