Page 47 of Dirty Shots

“It’s Friday,” he said. “I have to go to the gym on Friday.”

She sighed and rolled to her back. “And Saturday, and Monday, and Wednesday, I know.” Anya couldn’t hide the combination of disappointment and annoyance in her voice. She knew it was important to Eric to keep to his much regimented schedule, but after last night, with the important decision she’d made for him, and the admission that they were exclusive to each other, she thought he might have broken his routine to spend more time with her.

“My world revolves around you, Anya—work and play. It’s important for me to keep some other focus in my life.”

He’d only hinted so far about what he referred to as his ‘dark time,’ but when Anya had tried to dig deeper, he’d simply brushed her off, saying it wasn’t something he liked to talk about. But she saw it in his eyes, that lingering darkness, a strange melancholy mixed with fear. She wished she could reach inside him and take it away, but she couldn’t. In the meantime all she could do was be there for him and hope one day he would open up to her.

Eric bent and kissed her again. “Make yourself at home. I’ll be back in a couple of hours.”

Anya wrinkled her nose. “I have to go to class.”

“Really? You can’t miss it just this once?”

She wriggled up to sitting. “No, I can’t. My work is important to me, too, Eric. I may not be successful like you, but I hope to be one day. If I don’t even bother turning up to class, I can hardly consider myself to be serious about art.”

He straightened and stepped away from her, his hands held up in a position of surrender. Her heart sank, the atmosphere between them changing as she realized her sharp words had been too much. She didn’t want to mess this up between them.

He’d turned away from her, and she panicked, worried she was losing him. She threw back the bedcovers and swung her legs from the bed. The cool air of the room kissed her skin, causing her nipples to crinkle and harden. She stood, naked, feeling the ache between her thighs, the stickiness left by the mixture of her juices and his cum. A couple of steps across the thick carpet brought her to stand behind him. He paused in combing his wet hair, sensing her there. She was so small compared to him, the top of her head barely reaching between his shoulder blades. She leaned against him, pressing her cheek against his back, and reached around to cup his cock above the soft material of his workout pants. Instantly, she felt him harden, his dick jerking against her touch. He exhaled, a slow, measured breath, and his whole body relaxed.

“I’ll come back as soon as class is over,” she said. “Then we can continue where we left off.”

She went to pull away, but he reached down and placed his hand over hers, stilling her. The pressure of his fingers made her increase her grip around his erection. He began to move her hand with his, running up and down the length of him. He was so hard, the head almost poking above the waistband of his pants. He let out a groan. “What are you doing to me, Anya?”

She smiled against his shirt. “You’re not far off doing something to yourself.”

He firmly removed her hand from his groin, and she felt herself wilt in disappointment, but it didn’t last long. Before she had the chance to register what was happening, he’d grabbed her by the hips and spun her around, the mirror image of the position they’d just been in. He propelled her forward into the bed, his erection grinding into the small of her back, just where her spine met the top of her buttocks. She let out an ‘oh’ of surprise and moved with him until the front of her legs hit the side of the bed she’d just vacated. His flat palm pressed against the middle of her back, forcing her to bend at the waist. To keep her balance, she placed her own palms on the bed, so she was bent over. Excitement and arousal raced through her in equal measures, making her whole body tremble in anticipation. Her pussy tightened, and she felt her cream lubricate her folds, slipping from her. She was naked, and the shape of his cock pressed against her, wetting the front of his pants with her arousal.

He moved back, cool air hitting her wet, heated flesh. She sensed, rather than saw, his adjustment to free his erection. And then he was back again, the smooth head of his cock pushing between her labia and sinking in deep.

Anya groaned, her hands fisting in the already rumpled sheets on the bed, bracing herself as he thrust. Her pussy was still swollen and a little sore from the sex they’d had the night before, but Eric wasn’t gentle with her. His hard length pounded her engorged flesh, their hips smacking together with the satisfying slap of flesh against flesh. His fingers dug into her hips, helping to increase her momentum as he fucked her fast and hard.

“Oh, God, Eric.”

Her orgasm hit, her inner muscles pulsating hard against his cock as the waves of pleasure powered through her body. He gave another couple of thrusts and then held himself deep within her, groaning as he did so. She could feel his cock jerking inside her as he came.

Eric exhaled a breath and then bent over her body from behind and planted a kiss on her shoulder. His softening dick slipped from her body, warm semen dribbling down the inside of her thighs.

Eric vanished into the bathroom and then reemerged, after, she assumed, cleaning himself up. “Shut the door on your way out,” he told her. “I’ll see you later.”

Anya climbed back onto the bed, pulling the bedcovers up around her naked, sticky, slightly sore body. Mixed emotions filled her. While she’d enjoyed her orgasm, now that she was left alone she couldn’t help but feel a little bereft and used.

Would he ever put her first?

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