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When the waves of my climax wash over me, I can only shudder in Luca’s firm embrace. I close my eyes and let warmth spread throughout my body. “Thank you, Sir.” I say as my extremities tingle.
When Luca pushes me off him onto the floor and gets up to his feet, my heart jumps with excitement. But instead of getting on top of me and having his way with me, Luca wordlessly walks away, leaving me lying on the floor.
I’m dirty, breathless, naked, sweaty, I’m bleeding a tiny bit, and my face is probably flushed red.
Why has he left? I know at first he didn’t want to do this, but we were in the middle of something. Walking away just like that was bad manners.
Still, that was a total rush. My anxieties have melted away and momentarily, at least, my mind is a serene oasis.
Luca
I rush out of the kitchen as soon as I realize what I was about to do to Sarah.
Reaching the end of the hallway and entering my bedroom, I slam the door shut. Cold sweat oozes out of my skin, and my heart is wreaking a havoc in my chest.
I can’t believe I finger-fucked her. So much for my self-restraint. I thought I was stronger than this.
The moment her face contorted into a picture of sheer ecstasy re-plays on my mind.
Her eyebrows were squeezed close together in concentration. Her eyes were open but they were vacant. Her lips were parted . . . which made me want to jam my hard, throbbing cock in there.
I knew she would’ve enjoyed that, and I definitely would’ve enjoyed that.
Her little body shook in my arms. She’d given up control over her body and let me take charge.
A million dirty thoughts flashed in my head. Lurid images of the horrible things I wanted to do to her.
Luckily, just as I was about to pounce on her, I snapped awake.
This isn’t right, the annoying voice in my head said.
Fuck! I was so close. I can’t believe that just happened.
Frustration frazzles my nerves. My cock is still hard as stone. I was about to fuck her like the needy, submissive slut she was, and now I’m stuck with my hand and some Internet porn—again.
You were about to “fuck her like the needy, submissive slut she was,” I hear the gloomy, annoying voice again. Is that how you talk about someone you care about?
Horror spreads across my chest.
I know she wanted it. She didn’t make that a secret. But that doesn’t make it right. I should’ve known that.
Sarah
I only see Luca the next morning.
He must’ve spent about twenty hours inside his bedroom, but he doesn’t look well-rested at all. If anything, he appears scraggy. He’s clean shaven, but his eyes are bloodshot and stuck in a permanent glare.
No matter how many questions I ask, I don’t get an answer today. Not even a single grunt.
When he drops me off in front of the animal clinic, he just waits silently, both hands on the steering while, until I step out of the car.
“See you later.” I watch him for a few seconds, waiting for a response, but he stays silent. I close the car door and he drives away.
I sigh as I unlock the front door of the animal clinic.
It’s okay. Sooner or later, he’ll have to start talking again.
But I’ll have to admit . . . Usually, I don’t think about a man after we’ve done the deed.
One time. No feelings, no attachments, no mess. That’s how I’ve always done it.
I haven’t stopped thinking about Luca, though. I want him so badly I’m dying for an encore—that’s never happened before. Not in a long time.
The only person I’ve ever been with more than once (other than Luca, obviously) is my first boyfriend, Martin.
And today, by some freak coincidence, Martin shows up at the clinic. He brings me my first patient of the day, a happy little Maltese puppy who’s due for his injections.
“Hey, how have you been?” Martin asks as he steps inside my examination room and put the puppy on the table.
The guy’s visibly uncomfortable. He probably wishes he lived in a larger city right now so he’d be able to just start going to a stranger’s clinic instead of having to see an ex-girlfriend from the depths of his awkward, deeply embarrassing teenage days.
“I’m doing okay.” I give him a polite smile as I pet the furry ball of energy on the stainless-steel table. Just to fill the silence, I say, “Obviously, things suck because my brother’s gone. But all things considered, I’m doing okay.”
“That’s good to hear. I’m so sorry about Peter,” Martin says.
As we trade empty words, I wonder what I ever saw in Martin.
When we were younger, being around him felt like magic. Now, whatever we used to have is gone.
