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I nodded. The ability to speak escaped me. He paused his movements and grabbed my hips, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. He picked me up off the counter and backed up a few steps. He started bouncing me on him faster and harder than I had ever experienced.
I closed my eyes and let the pleasure from him fucking me overtake anything else I was feeling. I allowed my head to roll back.
“Neil, that feels so good,” I said, and this made him pick up his pace.
He moved in and out of me harder and faster until we were both panting loudly together. The pleasure was pure ecstasy. His angel had his cock sliding past my clit, rubbing hit hard as he drove into me. I dug my nails into his flesh as my orgasm welled up inside of me.
“That’s it. Come for me.” He smiled wickedly. I screamed my release and he joined me.
“God, that was amazing. Better than the first time. How is that possible?” Neil asked as he set me back down on the ground.
“No clue, but I want more,” I said and began to get dressed. This time there had been no pain. Just pleasure. A pleasure I knew I wanted to feel
over and over again.
“Bad girl.” He smiled and popped my naked ass. “But I like it.”
“No, you love it.” I couldn’t help myself.
Chapter 18: Neil
“Hey man,” Eli said. “I wasn’t expecting to see you here today.”
“Yeah, sorry. I wasn’t really planning on coming in today. I just, shit. I don’t know. I was at the diner to see Fay, and I wasn’t sure what to do after that, so I came here.”
“No man, don’t be sorry. Always glad to see you. Have a seat! Want a beer or something?”
“No, not a beer. Any chance you’ve got any whiskey?”
Eli gave me a questioning look, but he nodded and went to one of the back cabinets in the shop. One bottle and two glasses later, and the two of us were sitting in a couple of the back chairs in the shop. He poured us both a glass, and I drank mine down in two sips, fighting the urge to sick it all up again on the spot.
I waved my glass in Eli’s general direction, and he filled it again, this time with a more generous pour. It was only after I’d gotten a couple of sips down of that glass that I felt a little calmer. I had come straight to Eli’s shop from fucking Fay in the back of her diner, and I felt more messed up in the head than ever.
The fact that I had wanted to go and see her because I was feeling bad was confusing, but the way I felt after leaving her was even worse. I felt like my entire world was on fire, and I didn’t know which direction I was supposed to go in to put it out. Eli must have seen it on me, too, because after he gave me a couple of seconds to get my mental shit together, he cleared his throat and started to talk.
“So, what’s going on with you, man? You look like you just saw a ghost or something.”
“Nothing, man. Or shit, I don’t know. I just came from seeing Fay.”
“I know, you said that. Is that what’s got you all fucked up?”
“I guess so. I guess it is.”
“Because you want her, or because you don’t? It’s got to be one of the two, brother. No man gets that look about a girl he doesn’t have some kind of feelings about.”
I sat there silent for a long time, looking into my glass of whiskey like it would somehow miraculously give me all of the answers I was looking for. He was right, and it pissed me off. I didn’t want to feel anything about her. I wanted to go back in time and not ever have walked into the diner, not ever have seen her face. I wanted her not to have been a virgin when we slept together that first time so that I could claim that I didn’t ever think it meant anything. I wanted to be able to tell Eli that Fay didn’t mean shit to me and for it to be the absolute truth. The fact that I couldn’t do that made me want to put my fist through a wall.
It was a good thing that Eli didn’t interrupt my thought process because if he had, I would probably have just put my fist into his face, not because I was pissed, but because I needed something to make me feel better. I needed to find something that could not only keep me from saying the next words that were going to come out of my mouth, but that could also make it so that those words weren’t even true. I needed a fucking miracle, and since I didn’t believe in those, I was pretty much shit out of luck.
“I think I love her man.”
“Love her? Really?”
“Shit. Shit. I really think I do.”
“Well, then I get why you’re so pissed. What are you gonna do?”
“I don’t have a fucking clue. What am I supposed to do?”
