AllFreeNovel
Share Us
The door to the front of the store dinged, and Cher and Ali’s voices drifted through the office to where we were in the locker room. I quickly pulled Darian’s cock from my mouth and jumped up, yanking him behind me into the showers. There I turned on all the showers to full speed, muting our sounds as the hot showers filled the small tiled room with steam.
Darian grabbed me from behind, his hands searching for my breasts as his lips met the crook of my neck. One hand slid down my torso, until it met my pussy, still wet from our outing on the lake. He groaned with pleasure, pressing his erection against my bottom, then moved his other hands between the cheeks of my ass.
“Bend over.” His voice was gruff as he prodded me with his cock.
Yes! I spread my legs and braced my hands against the tile wall as I arched my back and pushed against his hand. A tiny gasp escaped Darian’s lips as I did it again. This time he met with me with his cock pressed against my pussy and I cried out with excitement, pushing against him, thrusting him inside. All my withheld pleasures from the lake were now being met, the delay only intensifying their pleasure.
He took me fast and hard, unable to hold back what he’d already tortured himself by delaying. His finger slid out of my ass as he grasped me by the hips, thrusting himself deeper and deeper inside of me. I pushed against the wall, throwing myself back into him, desperate to meet the same orgasmic fate he’d given me only an hour ago.
Darian plunged into me with the precision of a man who knew how to expertly operate a stick. Again and again he dove deep, thrusting against my G-spot and bringing me to the edge of ecstasy. I cried out in anguish as he growled like an injured animal getting closer and closer to his release. His balls slapped fiercely against my ass, and for a moment I wish he was inside that virgin part of me.
I couldn’t wait another second. I had to cum. I reached down between my legs, rubbing my finger against my pussy and felt the waves of orgasm begin to resonate along my skin. Unable to contain my cries of pleasure, I prayed that the showers would drown out my sounds.
“Oh, yes!” Darian cried out; his intensity kicked up a notch until I couldn’t tell if he was thrusting or shaking with pleasure against me. His cock slipped in and out of me until finally with one long hard push, he exploded inside of me, gripping my hips as he lost control.
I gently pressed my pussy against his groin, making him twitch in post-ecstasy. His hands let go of my hips, and reached around my midsection in an embrace. He slowly slid his cock out of me, then pulled me upright, and turned me to face him.
Pressing his forehead against mine, our gaze met. “Now that was fucking amazing,” he said.
I nodded, and then reached my lips to his, softly pressing a kiss at the side of his mouth. His hand lifted to my cheek, where his thumb brushed along my skin, landing on my bottom lip. His eyes were full of want. Need. His gaze was intense as it met mine.
“I have to see you again, before I leave tomorrow.”
I raised my eyebrows. “You leave so soon?” Then pushing myself away I took a step back. Who was I kidding? He’s a client. “Of course, sorry.” My cheeks flared up, hidden only because they’re already heated from the showers and the sex. This is Darian’s vacation. What have I gotten myself into?
I turned to shut off the showers, but he grabbed my wrist and spun me around back into his arms. “No. I mean, yes I have to go. I have things to arrange at work. But I don’t want to—I mean you could—argh, I don’t know what I’m saying. Just promise you’ll see me again today?”
I pushed back, away from his grip and shook my head. “I’m sorry. I don’t usually see clients a second time, let alone a third. This was a bad idea.” His brows jumped together as his face twisted into confusion. “And please, don’t book another tour.” His eyes winced in pain, but I looked away. “It’ll just make things harder.”
I turned around letting the shower hide the wave of sadness that came over me. Darian was the first guy I had connected with in a long time, but he was just a client. How did I forget that? I
turned off the showers and then looked back at him. He was biting his lower lip, but other than that his face was blank. Like I thought—this was just fun.
I grabbed our towels from the bench outside and tossed him one. Quietly, he dried himself off then followed me to the locker room where our clothes lay in a heap. We awkwardly picked through the pile in silence, separating our clothes, and then got dressed. I could feel his gaze on me, watching me, but it pained me too much to look at him.
“I need to finish unloading the gear,” I said once I was dressed. Before he could answer, I slipped into the garage.
When I returned to the locker room, Darian was nowhere to be found. His voice flittered from the front office where I could hear Cher and Ali giggling. A jolt of jealousy pierced my gut, but I made myself push it down. Get it together, Blake. He’s just a client. I willed my legs to move forward and joined the three of them.
“Well, everything is put away,” I announced to Ali, avoiding Darian’s gaze. “I guess I’ll go home.”
“Ooh,” Cher said from behind me. “Hope you two had fun.”
I turned to her, open-mouthed, feeling my face heat up from the memory of Darian’s head between my legs on the beach, and then the feeling of him inside me in the shower. But before I could find any words, he answered.
“It was the best day, ever.”
My gaze shot to his, eyes fierce and dark as he stared back at me. I forced myself to smile. Act professional. I nodded. “I should be going. You probably have a lot you want to see before leaving.”
I turned, practically running out of the store. I didn’t stop until I got to my car, and there I peeled out of the parking lot and sped all the way home. When I got home, I slammed my car into park and stormed up the stairs of my apartment building to my one-room bachelorette pad where I threw myself onto my bed.
I was exhausted. Physically. Mentally. Emotionally.
I let my mind replay the events of the last twenty-four hours, since meeting Darian. He was a fun fling, a great fuck. But that’s it. Just because he wanted to see me again, didn’t mean anything. Yeah, it would be fun. But seriously, it would never be anything more than one more night.
Nobody started a relationship by fucking the first night they met.
Did they?
