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I nodded and brought my hand back to my slick flesh. “Fuck yourself, Shelby. Show me how you pretend it’s me because I know you do. Come on, baby, come for me now.”
His words were like a command, and my body instantly responded to it, climbing fast as I rubbed my clit and fingered myself.
Suddenly, his hand was there, but only his thumb as it brushed along my skin, and my eyes popped open. He wasn’t supposed to touch. He was only supposed to watch, but the look in his eyes told me I wouldn’t win that argument—not this late in the game.
He stroked himself with one hand and then moved his thumb over my flesh, “Keep going, baby, I just want to help a little.”
He inserted his thumb into my pussy with my fingers and pumped in and out a few times, and the orgasm built higher. I had no control over the build anymore as it was like a locomotive out of control, and just as I was nearing the top, he shifted his thumb lower and pushed it into my ass.
Two thrusts in, and my hips lifted off the couch as a blast of white light exploded behind my eyes, “Oh, my god, Zeke, fuck! Zeke!”
“Yeah, Shelby, keep going, baby. Just like that, fuck! Yes! I’m gonna fucking come now, baby, fuck yes!”
I was conscious of his body jerking on the other end of the couch as my body continued to pulse from the most intense orgasm of my life. Finally, my fingers stilled on my flesh. His thumb was still in my ass, and I felt the throbbing of my heartbeat around it in the tight entrance. I had never had someone do that before, but I was pretty sure I wanted it to happen again. I shifted my hips, and he removed his thumb.
I opened my eyes and found him leaning back, his eyes slit partway open, his shirt soiled with semen as he watched me. “Please tell me that was the best orgasm you ever had.”
“Why should I tell you that?”
“Because I didn’t want to be alone.”
I laughed and then wiggled my hips to pull my skirt down, suddenly feeling very self-conscious.
“It was good.”
“Just good?” he asked wide-eyed. “It had to be better than just good.”
I shrugged, not sure what to say. Finally, Zeke smiled. “Let me go change my shirt.” He stood, and I watched him kick off his pants and then pick them up and disappear into his bedroom.
I fixed my bra, leaned over, and grabbed my panties before I snagged my shoes, buttoned my top, and collected my phone and keys from the table. Then I glanced around quickly to ensure I wasn’t leaving anything, and I dashed toward the door in a mortified panic.
I let myself out and practically sprinted down the hallway to my apartment. Oh, my god! What had I just done? Was it considered cheater sex when our orgasms were totally brought on by our own movements? Well, he had helped me a little bit, hadn’t he?
The thought of it made my insides clench with need again, but I quickly let myself into my apartment, closed, and locked the door. Then I stood back and stared at it as if I expected Zeke to try and break it down.
Two minutes passed by, and there was no wild banging on the door. I went into the kitchen and poured myself a glass of water, and that’s when I received a text message.
I unlocked my phone and read the message from Zeke. Fine. I’ll let you off tonight because I think we both need some time to absorb what just happened, but next time, it’s not my thumb that will be in you; it will be my cock, and you won’t be leaving minutes after it’s over. Good night, Shelby. Sweet dreams of me.
His words made my knees weak again. My phone clattered to the counter as my clit began to throb again with need.
I went straight to my bedroom and undressed, pulling my vibrator out of my drawer and throwing myself to the bed as I turned it on. In seconds, I was climbing back to that delightful place in the sky, imagining it was Zeke’s hard cock filling me. When I began to hit that pinnacle, his name drifted from my lips again, and I realized that I was in deep, deep trouble.
* * *
The next day, I received a text message from Zeke that said simple, I hope you have a great day. I replied in kind and went to work with a smile on my face.
That smile remained there until almost lunch when I looked at my phone and found a message from Diane. We need to talk.
I winced. Shit, had Zeke talked to her? Had they broken up? Did he tell her about us?
What’s up?
Not on text. Are you available tonight?
I wasn’t, but even if I was, I wasn’t sure I would want to talk to her until I had a chance to check in with Zeke to see what he had said to her.
No, I am busy tonight and tomorrow. You available this weekend?
