Page 2 of Desperate Haste
But patience is a virtue and I’m not going to rush things.
“I’ve heard you’ve been with a lot of men before,” I start, pushing myself into her just an inch before pulling out again.
“I’ve heard you’ve been with a lot of women before,” she tosses back, bucking her hips up, silently begging for more. The push and pull between us, battling it out for higher ground, only makes the tension between us thicker.
“Is that a problem?” I ask, giving her another inch before pulling out of her again. She stifles a groan as I relentlessly edge her on.
“Is it a problem for you?”
“Not at all,” I answer, and pull out of her one more time. When she sinks her teeth into my neck again, I can’t hold myself back from her any longer and push myself all the way in, causing her to gasp. “But I promise you, Ophelia, I’ll be the best you’ve ever been with.”
“We’ll see about that,” is all she can say before her eyes roll to the back of her head. I brace myself up on my hands and drop my head, bringing my mouth to her nipple as I thrust inside of her. She brings her second foot up onto the bed, bending both of her knees, and spreads herself even wider for me. She gasps every time I sink myself inside of her all the way to the hilt, hitting her in all the right places.
“Harder, fuck meharder,” she begs. I do what she asks and bring my knees under me for more support and pound into her even harder. “God, yes,” she nearly shouts, wrapping her hands around my wrists and looking up at me with desire in her eyes.
My eyes catch sight of the mirror I have intentionally placed on the wall opposite of my bed and I suddenly need to have her watching me. “Flip over, now,” I demand, quickly pulling out of her and guiding her into a new position so she’s on her hands and knees, facing the mirror.
“You okay with this?” I check before pushing myself into her again. While I love getting to take women from behind, I’ve been with enough to know that this position doesn’t work for everyone. Her eyes catch mine in the mirror we’re both facing and she gives me a sultry smile.
“How’d you know it’s my favorite?” she sings. My lips pull back into a grin hearing her words and I line my hips up before slowly pushing into her again. Holding herself up on her hands and knees, she releases another moan. As I sink myself inside of her, I can feel my own orgasm starting to build. With my hands on her hips, I spread my fingers wide love how her ass bounces as I fuck her from behind. My eyes close as I work to focus on every sensation that’s exploding inside of me. The way she takes me feels like a dream I never want to end. Suddenly, I feel her fingers near her pussy and I look down to see what she’s doing. Using her index and her middle finger to form a V, she places her fingers around my shaft, adding an extra layer of friction for both of us.
“You are a fuckingdream,” I hiss, leaning over her and kissing her back. Her deep auburn hair is falling over one of her shoulders and I take a fist of it in my hand, pulling it back so she has to look at me in the mirror. When our eyes meet, she gives me a smug smile as if to say, ‘I know.’ She keeps her fingers where they are and starts to squeeze them together even tighter around my dick while rubbing her clit at the same time. Not once in my life has a woman done this to me and it’s driving me wild. I can feel myself nearing my finish but if I’m going to come, I’m going to take her with me.
“I can feel you getting harder.” She breathes heavily as the tempo of my thrusts starts to increase.
“I’m getting close,” I warn and she picks up the pace of her fingers on her clit. “God that feels so good.”
“Come on, Malcolm, fuck me harder. Fuck me deeper. I know you want to.” She throws her head back and arches her back, giving me even more room to sink deeper inside of her. Her body begins to shake again and I know she’s just as close as I am to her finish. I bring a hand to one of her breasts and start to play with her. We continue like this until we crash at the same time, both finding a satisfying release in the other. A guttural noise comes from my mouth as she gives me the best orgasm I’ve ever had.
She falls to her elbows as I prop myself up with my hands trying to catch my breath as I come down. When she drops her hips, I slip out of her and she rolls over to look up at me.
“I guess your reputation precedes you. Youarea good fuck,” she praises with a smirk.
“I’m glad I can satisfy your needs,” I retort, breathing heavily and looking down at her. Her lips are pulled back into a half smile for a moment as she studies my face. Then, her hands find my chest and she gently pushes me off to the side. I watch as she rolls out of bed and heads towards the bathroom. My arm is slung over my eyes as I work to lower my heart rate and I can hear the sink running in the bathroom. I was just about to go in and offer to help her clean up when the door swings open again and she steps out, hair tousled and thrown to one side.
“Thanks for a fun night,” she says smoothly while slipping her dress back on.
“You’re leaving?” I push myself up onto my elbow and look at her with furrowed brows. We literally just finished having mind blowing sex and she’s just going to leave? Normally I’m the one trying to leave, what the hell is going on here?
She bends over to pick up her discarded panties from the floor and tosses them into her purse that she grabbed off my dresser, not bothering to put them back on. “I never stay the night.”
“Are you sure? It’s late. I can sleep on the couch if you want me to.” My friends like to give me a hard time about how I treat women. They say I’m noncommittal and that I do this thing where I make women fall in love with me just to turn around and leave them high and dry. Being ‘Malcolm’d’ is what they like to call it. For years they’ve busted my balls and time and time again, I waved them off and told them they’re just jealous they aren’t getting as much as I do.
“Seriously, why don’t you stay?” I offer again.
She slips her heels back on and takes a few steps closer to where I’m sitting on the bed and looks down at me like I was a petulant child throwing a tantrum. “You’re sweet. But I already called a car from the bathroom and it’ll be here any minute. Thanks for a fun time.” She leans down and kisses me on the cheek—the mother fucking cheek—before tossing her hair over her shoulders and walking out of my room. Before she’s gone, she turns over her shoulder and winks at me.
As I sit on the edge of the bed, still naked and wearing the used condom, I blink hard and look around my now empty room, my mouth slightly agape. When the front door of my apartment closes behind her, I can’t believe what just happened.
I have been Malcolm’d.
2
MALCOLM
My alarm goes off the next morning around nine just like it always does on Sundays. While I’m normally closing at the bar—something I offer to do since I’m one of the few people who work there who doesn’t have a family to go home to—I’m off today. I’d requested the entire weekend off since it’s the weekend of my best friend’s wedding. Hank Martínez is one of my three lifelong friends and last night he married the girl of his dreams, Bailey. His ‘hermosa?*’as he likes to call her. I tried to call her that one time and he almost took my head off.Over protective sap.I wish I could roll my eyes at how territorial he is of her, but part of me respects the hell out of how much he loves her. And an even smaller part of me wishes I could feel the same way about a girl.
A tiny part. Minuscule. An iota, if you would.
