Reasonable Doubt(24)

“Yes...” I moaned.

He pushed me down by my shoulders and sank me onto his cock, burying himself to the hilt inch by inch. The further I slipped onto him, the more he groaned. The more he said my name.

When he was completely inside of me, he held me still and pressed his lips against the back of my neck, letting me adjust to his length.

The feel of him was like nothing I’d ever felt before. It was intense, powerful, addictive.

“Ride me, Aubrey...” He pushed me forward. “Fucking ride me...”

I took a deep breath and rocked against him, slowly stretching my insides further and further. I could barely maintain a rhythm; the fullness of him was almost too much, and he was rubbing my clit with his thumb—driving me insane.

“You feel so f*cking good right now...” He yanked me back by my hair. “Don’t f*cking stop.”

I held onto his legs to steady myself, slightly lifting my body up and down. I tried to finally establish a tempo, to finally take control.

“Andrewww...” I couldn’t handle his cock anymore. “I’m...I’m about to cum...”

“No.” He gripped my hips harder than ever. “Not yet.”

He suddenly stood up, with me still impaled on his cock, and bent me over. “Grab that table and don’t let go.”

My fingers clutched the edge of the coffee table and he pounded into me again and again, smacking my ass each time I cried out.

“I told you I was going to own your *,” he whispered harshly. “Don’t cum until I tell you to f*cking cum...” His cock was throbbing inside of me, and my muscles were clenching with his every stroke.

“Fuck....Fuckkkk!” My legs were starting to give out as an intense pressure built inside of me, as he f*cked me relentlessly. “Andrewwwww...”

“Don’t let go.” He warned, but I couldn’t help it.

My orgasm took ahold of me in a rush and I collapsed, falling forward. Before I could land face first onto the coffee table, he pulled me back and continued pounding into me until he reached his own release.

I shut my eyes and leaned back against him, panting heavily as we both tried to catch our breath. Several minutes later, Andrew gently lifted my hips and pulled out of me.

He stood up, and I watched him as he walked into the kitchen and threw the condom away. He picked my fallen towel up from the floor and walked back over to me.

I made no move to get up, but I re-wrapped the towel around myself.

“Is there anything you didn’t lie to me about?” His voice was a whisper.

“Yes...”

“And what would that be?”

“I did miss you...”

He raised his eyebrow, keeping the rest of his face stoic. Expressionless. He started to buckle his pants, not taking his eyes off mine.

I was hoping that he would say something, anything, but he didn’t.

He smoothed his shirt with his hands and walked to the door. All of a sudden, he stopped and glanced over his shoulder. Then he walked over to me and lightly kissed my lips—brushing his thumb against my cheek.

I wanted to speak, to ask what he was thinking, but he pulled away and left.

This time he was gone.





Recess (n.):


Temporary withdrawal or cessation from the usual work or activity.

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Andrew

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I’d broken a lot of rules in my life, but sleeping with an intern was probably one of the worst ones. There was no precedent for this, and that terrified me.

The second I left Aubrey’s apartment, I did what I normally did after f*cking someone I met online: I went home, showered, poured a glass of my favorite scotch, and pulled out my laptop—preparing to search for the next.

Except this time, I didn’t want to search for a next. I wanted to f*ck Aubrey, again and again. I wanted to hear her scream a little louder, feel her body wrapped against mine, and see her face as I buried myself deep inside of her.

Damn...

I couldn’t believe this. I could count on one hand the number of women I’d thought about after I left a hotel, and it wasn’t because any of them were memorable in a good way. And the ones that were good, were just “good”—never amazing, like Aubrey.

A part of me felt bad for leaving her right after we finished, for not saying a word, but I had to leave.