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His hands grip my hips harder and there’s a sense of power that comes with driving this man out of his mind with pleasure. I resolve to ride him until he comes so I can claim my reward. I find a pace that has him groaning and grunting and, unbelievable as it is, his cock grows even harder inside me.

I let out my own moan when I see his pupils are blown out completely. He watches my face but every now and again, gets distracted by my breasts, which bounce as I ride him. He caresses them, plucking at my nipples as my robe hangs at my back, dancing against my skin as I move. My head falls back and my pulse kicks up another notch as I speed up.

“That’s it, Mel, ride my cock.”

Fuck, his filthy mouth, combined with his fingers tweaking my nipple and his hard, heavy dick stuffing me full, is too much. My orgasm starts as a flutter and I couldn’t stop myself from chasing it if I tried. I grip him hard and move my hips in circles, desperate to wring every last moment of pleasure from this experience that I can. Another flood of moisture drowns his cock as I shatter above him.

He thrusts upwards, chasing his release and I manage to stay upright, leaning on his chest as he lets go and fucks me hard as he gives in to his orgasm.

I collapse on top of him, desperate to catch my breath. I don’t think I’ve taken a full lungful of air since he licked me to orgasm. His chest heaves under mine. His arms clasp at my back, holding me in place. I resist the urge to snuggle into his chest. It’s just so safe and warm.

I don’t want to leave this spot. I don’t want to get up and walk away from this. I’m lighter than I have been for years. Yes, I’m sure the many orgasms contribute to that. But it’s also him. Alex is just easy to be with. He has put my pleasure first, and he makes me feel desired. I don’t think I’ve ever had as much fun during sex. And I certainly haven’t squirted before. Just remembering that moment and the big, sticky mess I made has the blush creeping up my cheeks.

But I can’t stay here. I can’t nestle in and allow myself to be comfortable and at ease. This probably shouldn’t have happened at all, but it has, and I refuse to regret any part of it. Alex has awakened something in me that I didn’t know was lying dormant. And I know I’ll be eternally grateful to him for that.

But we can’t repeat this. It isn’t right. I need to make my position here clear. I’ve had a jolly fucking time, but it ain’t happening again.

Chapter fourteen

Alex

It’s a wrench when Mel moves away from me. I know we are short on time but I enjoy her laying on top of me, our bodies plastered together as we recovered from the most satisfying sexual experience I’ve ever had.

What a fucking night. It surpassed any fantasies I conjured in my mind beforehand. Mel is a goddess. I wasn’t wrong there; she deserves to be worshipped.

Every time I pushed her, she let me in. When she took control, it blew my mind, and it all culminated in an entire night of pleasure. We came together in so many different ways. Not as in types of sex or even positions, but in the mood each time. It was like some kind of spiritual experience, peeling away layers of ourselves to reach intimacy.

I sigh, sensing her withdrawal mentally as well as physically. She pulls her robe back up over her shoulders, wrapping it around her body tightly as she sucks in a breath and meets my gaze.

“You need to go.”

I quirk a brow at her, in awe of the chill she’s suddenly giving off when just a few moments before, she’d been coming all over me. “Alex.” She pauses so she can sigh. “That was fucking incredible. I can’t even begin to tell you how grateful I am that you spent the night with me. But that’s it. No more.”

“I don’t want your fucking gratitude, Mel. I wasn’t doing you as a favour.” I pull myself up to sitting, as a wave of frustration builds.

“That’s not what I meant. But you have to go. I need to have a shower and be dressed for Zack coming home.”

That’s fair enough, I guess. I know she doesn’t want Zack to know about this, but it still blows that I’m getting kicked out of her bed minutes after I was buried inside her. I’m still wearing the condom, for fuck’s sake.

“This can’t happen again, Alex. I know we both enjoyed it, but it was a one-off.” Her smile is frosty and doesn’t meet her eyes at all. It’s like her personality switched in the blink of an eye. “Anyway, hopefully you’ll be able to move into your new place today, yes?”

“Message received. I’ll be out of your hair as soon as I can,” I tell her, unable to hide the hurt from my voice. She nods, picking my clothes off the floor and tossing them towards me.

How have I gone from feeling like I was on top of the world to being the crap this woman has on the bottom of her shoe, that she’s desperately trying to rid herself of?

I grab my shirt and haul it over my head before stepping out of the bed and tugging my boxers on. There’s no point fighting with my jeans.

“Is it okay if I have a shower before I pack up and leave?”

“Of course, the main bathroom is all yours.”

I grab up the rest of my belongings and head out, unsure what else I can do right now. I think about turning to say something,but my mind is blank, and before I can find the words, she shuts the door firmly, but quietly, behind me.

“So you work at The Arts Centre?” Si asks me.

“Yeah, I’m doing a pottery apprenticeship there. I also work at the Thirst Trap bar and do some other casual waitering and labouring.” I’m at his flat, near The Arts Centre in town. It’s the one that Laura put me in touch with. One of the guys from the tattoo shop knows him and he’s really not what I was expecting. He’s dressed in a three-piece suit and was barking down his phone at someone when he met me at the front door a while ago. The place is impressive: a penthouse apartment in a fancy block overlooking the river. And I’m struggling to work out why this guy needs a flatmate. He looks like he’s raking it in.

“Got a girlfriend or a significant other? Anyone that will be spending time here with you?”

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