Page 20 of Desperate Haste
“You don’t have to tell me twice.”
She reaches around me and turns off the water before stepping out and reaching for a towel that’s hanging on the wall and using it quickly to dry off. She hands me one she grabs from under the sink and I take it to quickly follow suit. I shake out my hair as she does a haphazard job of drying her own. Once drier than before, she grabs my hand and pulls me towards the bed.
“Sit,” she demands, pointing to the edge of the bed. I do as I say, willingly relinquishing control to her. As I sit perched and waiting, she scans me with her eyes. My tattooed body on full display and my cock still standing at full attention. She takes a step towards me, situating herself between my legs and looks down at me. I close my eyes when she runs her fingers through my hair and without meaning to I press my cheek into her hand as it falls to my face. An odd sense of relief and peace that I haven’t felt with another woman before washes over me. Before I can dwell too long on the oddness of the feelings, she drops to her knees in front of me and my eyes snap open to find her licking her lips and eyeing my dick.
“My turn.”
Taking my cock in her hand, she tightens her grip just enough and slowly wraps her lips around the tip. Then, she pulls her hand down my shaft and follows it with her lips all the way to the very end. She sucks and releases my dick from her mouth over and over again as I hold myself up on the bed with my hands behind me. Her tempo increases and when it does, I bring a hand to her head and loop her espresso colored hair around my fingers.
“That’s a good girl, taking my cock so well with that pretty mouth of yours. Look at you, you’re such a little slut for it, aren’t you?” She lifts her lashes to look at me and nods her head twice. “Suck me off like the good little slut you can be.” This seems to turn her on and she starts to work me harder. Taking a hand, she brings it to my balls and softly plays with them in one hand and causes a fresh wave of ecstasy to crash into me. I almost lose it completely when she takes my dick out of her mouth, looks me in the eyes, and slaps her tongue with it. My head falls behind me and she takes me all the way to the back of her throat. I feel myself coming way close to the edge so I push her away and frantically attempt to pull her up.
“You aren’t making me come like that, not tonight. Get up here and get on your knees.” She smirks at my demand and slowly lifts herself from the floor. When she positions herself on the bed, I notice the mirror that’s leaning on the opposite wall. The way she’s sitting up on the bed gives us both a front row view of what’s about to happen. What I’m about to do to her.
“Condoms are in the bedside table,” she instructs. I look towards where she’s talking and open the drawer. Sure enough, there’s a box of Trojans waiting inside. I take one out and slip it on quickly before kneeling on the bed behind her. Her eyes find mine in the mirror and I’m once again met with a deliciously evil smirk.
“You like to watch, little fox?” I ask, bending over her from behind and collecting her hair in my hand again. She sucks in a breath as I pull her hair back, causing her chin to tilt upwards and her back to arch.
“I think we both know the answer to that.” She gasps out in pleasure as I grab my cock and tease her entrance with it. She’s soaked and ready but I’m not going to give her what she wants just yet. Watching her squirm in needy desperation is too good to pass up.
“Then let’s give you a good show,” I say before sinking myself inside of her. She cries out at first and pulls herself free from my grasp, dropping her head towards the bed. When her eyes find mine in the mirror, I watch as her cheeks flush with a fresh wave of ecstasy. I brace myself on my knees behind her and grab onto her hips for more leverage. The way she takes me is unlike anything else I’ve experienced and part of me wants this to last forever.
“Fuck me harder,” she pleads from in front of me.
I push myself into her harder, deeper, and I feel the muscles of her pussy starting to react. I reach a hand under her torso and grab at her chest, trying to give her as much pleasure as possible. Remembering how much she enjoyed being spanked in the shower, I push myself up and land one square on her ass. We both continue to fall into each other like this, her on her knees and me taking her from behind. Several times our eyes meet in the mirror and when they do it’s as if our souls are becoming one and I wonder if she feels the same way. The bed is rocking and shaking along with us and her cries start to get louder. When I know she’s close, I lean over and bring my finger to her clit, adding even more friction where she needs it most. She cries out one final time as she reaches her climax as a guttural moan escapes me, hitting my own.
As we work to collect ourselves, I slowly pull out of her and fall onto my back beside her. She’s still holding herself up on her hands and knees, breathing heavily and looking at herself in the mirror. After a moment, she collects her hair at the base of her neck and lays down next to me.
“You really are a good fuck, you know that?” she jokes, still catching her breath.
“That’s not the first time you’ve told me that.” My arm is slung over my eyes as I speak, trying to regain my composure.
“It’s not the first time you’ve given me multiple orgasms in one night. That’s a good fuck if you ask me.”
I pull my arm from my eyes and roll onto my side to look at her. “I guess this is the part where you tell me to get the hell out. You practically ran out of my apartment last time, something about never staying the night. Does the same rule apply when we hook up at your place?”
She looks at me for a beat, her eyes flicking between my eyes and my lips, almost as if she’s contemplating something. She lifts herself up slightly and catches the time on the clock that’s sitting on top of her dresser before lying back down. “It’s almost two in the morning, why don’t you just stay?”
I can’t stop my eyebrows from shooting up. I fully expected her to tell me I needed to leave. “You want me to stay?”
“Want? I wouldn’t go that far. But I don’t want you driving home in the middle of the night either. You can stay—if you want,” she adds quickly. Something about the way she says it makes me think she’s unsure of herself, or of me. But I’m not unsure about anything when it comes to her.
“I’ll stay.” I lean over and kiss her shoulder which earns me a contemptuous look. “I’m going to go clean up, do you need anything?” While I might own my label as ‘playboy,’ I’m not a neanderthal. Taking care of the women I sleep with is something I always offer should they want it.
“No, I’ll go in after you.” She shakes her head and I can almost spot what I thought might be a genuine smile on her face.
After I get cleaned up and I slip back into my boxers, she takes her own turn in the bathroom. I sit on the bed and wait for her, unsure of where she wants me to sleep. When she comes out, she’s wearing a silk pajama gown that’s lined with lace. My eyes grow wide at just how naturally beautiful she looks as she stands in the doorway. Her dark hair falling behind her and how her cheeks are flush and pink. She pulls her lips back into a half smile when she notices me waiting for her.
“What are you doing?” she asks.
“Waiting for you to tell me where you want me to sleep. I’m not sure if it crosses our ‘just sex’ rule if I sleep in here with you or if you’d rather I sleep on the couch.”
She studies me for a second before looking around the room apprehensively. “You can…you can stay in here with me. But no cuddling and absolutely no spooning.” She waves a hand sharply in front of her to emphasize her point.
“Fine, no cuddling and absolutely no spooning,” I parrot, slipping under the comforter. I hold it up for her as she walks around the bed and slowly slides in next to me, leaning over and turning out the light.
In the darkness, the events of the day hit me like a freight train and I’m overtaken by exhaustion. The fundraiser. The Halloween party. The way she looked at me in the alleyway. The sounds we made when I came home to her after closing the bar. It feels as if I have lived a thousand lives in one night but the one I like the most is the one where I’m with her. My eyelids grow heavy and I can feel sleep slowly starting to take me. Before drifting off, I roll over onto my side to face her.
“Ophelia?” I murmur, my brain starting to drift.
