The One That I Want(5)

Paul’s touch was gentle, hesitant. “Can I... I want to be inside you. Will you let me? Please?”

I was incapable of forming words, so I answered by reaching over to the nightstand and pulling out a strip of condoms and the lube.

“Oh God, I can’t wait to be inside you. I’ll make you feel so good, baby.”

“Oh... God.” Despite just having my brains sucked through my dick, I was hard again. I bucked my hips.

“Eager aren’t you?” Paul chuckled as he pushed my shirt over my head, then sucked on my nipple till I bucked my hips again, my dick seeking friction but coming up against nothing but air.

“I need to feel you.” My breath was ragged as it hissed out between my teeth.

We stripped our clothes off with lightning speed and before I knew it, Paul had my knees pushed toward my chest while he licked and sucked at my hole. I was lost in a sea of bliss. He replaced his tongue with a spit-slicked finger, then two, and it burned and stretched so good. I was no fainting virgin, but it had been a while.

“I can’t wait any longer,” Paul groaned as he suited up and grabbed the lube. Again, he pushed two lube-slicked fingers inside me, twisting and curling them, making sure I was well prepped.

“Fuck, hurry up. I need you inside me.” I wasn’t a pushy bottom but there was a desperation behind my words that I couldn’t contain.

“I’m here, babe. I’m here.”

Paul’s mouth didn’t leave mine as he positioned his cock and pushed inside my body. It hurt so good my vision blurred. When he was finally all the way in, he paused for a few seconds. Our eyes locked. “You feel so good, so tight.”

“Ungh.” Yep, coherent thought had fled once again.

Paul chuckled as he moved his hips, slowly at first, and when my body was used to his girth he picked up the pace, snapping his hips faster and faster as he breathed next to my ear. “Oh God, I knew you’d feel good, but I never imagined...”

Wrapping my legs around his waist, I rested my heels on his ass and encouraged him to go faster. Harder.

Paul rose up and leaned his weight on his hands near my head. The change in angle had him hitting my prostate with every pass, and my eyes rolled to the back of my head. Moans and grunts coming from both of us filled the room, and the staccato sound of skin slapping skin filled the spaces between. I had a passing thought about the neighbors, but quickly realized I didn’t care.

“Jerk yourself, babe, I want to feel you come.” Paul’s breath was sharp as it washed over me.

I pulled twice on my shaft before my orgasm flew through my body, making my toes curl again. I painted my chest and abs with thick white ropes just before Paul’s hips stuttered and he shook above me. His eyes closed, he threw his head back and yelled my name before collapsing on top of me.

Paul kissed me deep and lazy as we came down from our high, my come smearing between us. We kissed languidly for long minutes until we couldn’t ignore the condom anymore.

“You okay, babe?” Paul whispered next to my ear, and then kissed it.

“Hmm.” Words were not easy to form.

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“Hmm mmm.”

“I’ll take that,” Paul laughed as he pushed off me. “Don’t move,” he said, like he thought I was able to.

My eyes still closed, I heard Paul dispose of the condom, then rummage around in the bathroom. He came back a few seconds later with a warm, wet towel and cleaned my chest and abs, his mouth following the path of the cloth, applying little kisses to my now very sensitive skin.

Crawling into bed beside me, he wrapped me in his arms and kissed my temple. “So, Danny and Kenickie. You think they ever got it on?” Paul asked, his breath ruffling my unruly hair.

I giggled as I thought about it. “All the time—well, they do in my dreams anyway.”

“I’m pretty sure they’re gonna have a starring role in my dreams from now on too.”

He felt so good next to me, I melted a little more against him. I hadn’t felt this safe since I was thrown out of home. His skin soft and warm against mine, I didn’t want to move, and I hoped he was staying the night.

Just as I opened my mouth to ask him if he was, his phone rang from somewhere on the floor.

“Ignore it, I’m not moving,” he said, kissing my temple again.

“Hmm, twist my arm.”

The phone stopped ringing, but no sooner did I relax than it rang again. Then again. So much for ignoring it.

Paul got up and searched his pants. “Dammit. Don’t they know it’s Saturday night?”

His face fell when he looked at the screen. “I thought I left strict instructions not to disturb me tonight?” he said once he answered. “Seriously? Dammit, when? What, no. Can’t someone else do it?”

My heart plummeted. Climbing out of bed so Paul couldn’t see the look on my face, I thought it a good time to feed Dave and save my shoes. I pulled on my discarded jeans from earlier and padded barefoot to the kitchen. Dave sat there waiting, a look of disdain on his face. He eyed my shoes. “Don’t even think about it. I’m getting your freaking dinner.”

As I fed Dave, I tried not to think about Paul leaving. He hadn’t told me he was, but I could feel it coming. The knowledge was ingrained in my bones. He would walk out of my room, fully dressed and full of apologies. Mother had a heart attack, have to go away for work, best friend’s dog died. Something. I’d heard them all. I shouldn’t be disappointed, really. I knew from the beginning, once I slept with him, he’d leave. You’d think if you expected something to happen, when it did you’d be okay with it. Except I wasn’t okay with it; part of me hoped Paul was different. I wished he was different. But when I saw him dressed and standing in the doorway, I knew my wish went unfulfilled.