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He pulled back and admired his work, then turned his gaze up to watch her face as he hooked his fingers in the sides of her sleep pants and slowly lowered them until they were pooling at her feet on the floor. Bellamy’s breathing quickened. She still didn’t know what she was doing. She knew she should be stopping him, but honest to God, it’d been so long since she’d had sex, she couldn’t do it. What harm would one night with Race do? If she wasn’t so punch drunk on the feel of Race’s hands smoothing up her outer legs, she’d know that this was a very bad idea. There was no other way for this thing between them tonight to end other than badly.
“Sit your ass on the table. Near the edge,” Race commanded after pulling her boots and pajama bottoms free.
Bellamy followed his directions, watching captivated as he put one of her feet in a chair on one side of him and then duplicating the action on the opposite side. The position was indecent. Not that she had any hang ups regarding sex. She was a “if it feels good, go with it” kind of girl. And for better or worse, she was going with it. She had plenty of time tomorrow to start having regrets.
Leaning back on her arms with her ass sitting at the edge of the table, she bit into her bottom lip as she watched Race’s captivated expression focus completely between her legs. There was no way for him to miss how wet she already was for him. The way he licked his lips let her know how much he appreciated her grooming efforts. She tended to keep everything shaved other than a small patch of hair on her mons.
“Mmm. Gotta have a taste.” Race dropped to his knees and lowered his head between her legs, his shoulders pushing her legs wider apart. The feel of his tongue taking a swipe from bottom to top had her gasping again. One side of his mouth hitched up as he gazed up at her. Clearly, he enjoyed himself.
He lowered his mouth again, this time taking several long licks before latching onto her clit and sucking deep.
“Oh my God! Race!”
“Like that?” he asked, knowing full well she loved it. When she didn’t immediately reply, he asked, “More?”
“God yes. Please.” Her hand shot out, clutching his head by his hair and pulled him back to finish what he started.
He chuckled against her clit causing another shiver to race throughout her body. This time, he added two fingers and she nearly wept with joy. It had been so long since anything other than her dildo had been in her pussy, she’d almost forgotten what it was like. Fuck. It felt so good. Her hips rocked into his thrusting fingers, chasing her orgasm. She could feel her inner muscles growing tighter by the second. Just a little more and she’d get there.
Race must’ve felt how close she was to coming because he pulled his fingers out and wiped his mouth on his arm as he stood. He had his jeans down below his ass and his hard cock sheathed in a condom in the blink of an eye. Thank God he remembered protection. She’d been completely out of her head and hadn’t given it a second thought.
Taking himself in hand, he rubbed his hard cock through her juices, getting it completely wet. He held the tip at her entrance, but held off entering her. She’d been watching his every move, the feeling of his cock rubbing between her folds causing her breathing to speed up. When he didn’t immediately push forward, her gaze shot to his. “If you don’t want this, now’s the time to says so.”
“I want this,” she assured him.
As if getting her consent was all he needed to hear, he thrust forward, seating himself in one forceful push. Her breath hitched in her throat at the intrusion. Sure, it had been a while since she’d had sex with anyone, so she expected things might sting a bit, but given Race’s size, it was a little more painful than she’d thought it would be.
“Fuck. You’re tight. I thought you’d been married before.” Race’s hands clenched her waist tightly, minimizing her movements.
“I was, but I’ve been divorced for five years.” Her muscles were starting to relax and the urge to move was hitting her.
“You’ve not been with anyone for five years?” He couldn’t have sounded more surprised if he tried.
“I’ve been with someone since then, but it’s still been a year since the last time. Now can we stop talking about my lack of sex life and get back to fucking?”
Race focused on where the two of them were connected as he pulled out slowly and just as slowly pushed back in. He did this a few more times before Bellamy snapped, “I’m good now. You don’t have to hold back. Just fuck me like you mean it.”
Something in Race seemed to snap. “Lie back and hold on.”
Bellamy immediately fell back on the table, curving her hands around the edge of the table near her hips. Thank God she did. If she hadn’t anchored herself, Race would be pounding her across the table.
“Oh, yes, yes, yes. Feels so good.”
Race grunted his agreement and continued to hammer away at her. Sweat rolled from his hairline down the side of his face, dropping onto her stomach. His muscles were taut and his teeth clenched as if he was going to battle on her pussy. His thumb found its way to her clit, causing her inner muscles to clench tighter around his cock.
“I’m so close.”
“I know. I can feel it. You need to come. Now.”
As if her body was waiting for his command, her orgasm exploded. “Oh, God, Race!” She should probably be embarrassed at how quickly he made her come, but all she could focus on was the look on his face as he came. The muscles in his neck tightened as he growled, his fingers digging in deeper at her hips. His thrusts slowed down little by little until he came to a stop. His focus on where they were connected, he slowly slid his softening dick from her body.
She wasn’t sure what she was expecting out of him when they were finished and no longer in the heat of the moment, but him turning his back and disposing of his condom as he said, “Thanks, babe. Had a rough day and that took the edge off,” was not it.
She’d just found her footing and her body jerked at his words like a slap in the face. Wow. Could he make her feel anymore like a whore? She knew she’d have regrets about sleeping with him, but immediately after the fact? She reached for her pajama bottoms and slipped them on, then grabbed her shirt off the table and slipped it over her head. For some reason, the thought that she hadn’t taken her socks off to have sex registered in her numb brain. Normally, socks worn by either party while having sex was a pet peeve of hers. To her it was the most unsexy thing and reeked of laziness.
“Be careful walking back across the yard.” Her head whipped his direction to find him leaning against the side of the refrigerator, an open beer in his hand, and his jeans done up except for the top button.
She’d been wrong. He could find a way to make her feel even more like a whore. She could feel tears pricking her eyes and she refused to let him see how much he’d hurt her. It didn’t make a difference that they were angry tears. It still hurt gut deep. She marched over to the refrigerator, opened the freezer door and grabbed her Rocky Road ice cream.
