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Because it was. The painradiated out in cold bursts across my back, ignited that part of mylibido that wanted it rough. He moved slow, stroked deeper, neverfully withdrawing, which made it more comfortable. Other guys hadbeen with had penetrated me over and over, and I’d never lastedmore than a handful of thrusts. The pain started to fade, but thecold sparks didn’t. They came faster and faster, despite the slow,but still deep, strokes of Matt’s cock inside me.

The guests crowded aroundshouted encouragement with things like, “Take it, baby girl,” and“Fuck her harder,” which Matt heeded. His hips slapped against myass. His hand wound in my ponytail. Where my hair went, I had tofollow, jerked up to a nearly standing position.

It changed the angle ofpenetration, pulling a shocked cry from my throat. He wasn’t asdeep like this, but the curve of him felt like it was rockingagainst my G-spot from a new and exciting side.

His other hand clutched atmy hips, then my breast, smearing the frosting over my skin,slicking it down and parting my folds to get to my throbbing clit.His fingers brushed it, and I moaned, pumped my hips in time withhis.

“Fuck, you feel so good,”he groaned, his strokes quickening. “You’re soincredible.”

I couldn’t reply; thosecold twinges raced from deep inside me, in my ass, in my cunt,under his fingers, from his cock, and they coalesced to grip myspine in an icy vise.

“I’m not gonna last,” hehissed, and I could imagine how tightly his jaw was clenched, howthe veins in his neck stood out.

I could imagine because Iwas so familiar with him now. Every one of his physical responsesto me had burned into my memory. I wouldn’t forget a blink or atwitch. I wouldn’t forget his hunger for me, that never seemed tobe satiated.

His thrusts became erratic,battering me almost off my feet. Then, Iwasoff my feet, his hands around myhips to violently jerk me up with every slap of his body againstmine, and he shouted as he erupted inside me, filling me withscorching bursts.

Those cold sparks exploded,and I came with a shocked scream; what felt like two orgasms atonce hit me, one from my clit, one from the burning stretch of himin my ass, and I shuddered violently, collapsing into the cakewhile he finished with a few more deep thrusts into my rag dollbody.

He sagged over my back and the crowdaround us burst into applause and—when I finally opened my eyes toscan the room—not a few orgasms. Cum splattered the floor andecstatic partners, and I would have loved to watch more if not forall the effort it took to stay upright.

Matt pulled out, and Iburied my blushing face into more frosting at the feeling of thehot trickle between my cheeks.

“Put the plug back in,”Matt instructed someone as he stepped away. “I want my cum insideher all night.”

The cold steel was soothingas it slid easily back inside. Someone handed me a hot towel andsaid, “To get the frosting off your face.”

I laughed at theinsinuation thatthatwas what needed cleaning up but accepted it and carefullywiped as much off as I could.

Matt had tucked himselfaway again and handed a used towel off to another staff member.Someone returned his cane to him; with the adrenaline wearing off,he leaned heavier on it now than he had before. He put an armaround my waist and pulled me against his body, gazing down into myeyes. I wet my lips.

His own twisted in a smirkand he captured my chin in his hand, turning my face back andforth. “Wow, the setting spray isstillworking.”

For a moment, I’d thoughthe would kiss me. I’d wanted him to.

Maybe that was my cue that it was timeto go. Not from the party, but from the resort. From ourarrangement.

From him.

I just needed to find areason he’d be better off without me.

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(Matthew)

We stayed at the party farlonger than I’d intended, but Charlotte had insisted we shower offin the locker room and get right back into things. She’d happilytried out a few machines, thoroughly eaten out two fellow guests,and watched and masturbated while I got fucked by a guy in myprivate room.

She treated the party likea sexual marathon, which I appreciated, though by the time we gotback to the house I could barely walk. We took quick, utilitarianshowers and collapsed into bed, and when I woke, the sun was goingdown.

Charlotte was nowhere to befound.

I swung my legs over theside of the bed and gave myself a moment to reorient. I hadn’t beendrinking heavily the night before, so my headache was purely theconsequence of too much sex and probable dehydration.“Charlotte?”

“In the kitchen!” shecalled back.

I pulled on some boxers andgrabbed my cane. After the night we’d had, the wobble in my stepwas unavoidable. I’d overdone it, and I felt every step. None ofthe lights were on in the hall or the living room. I navigated myway to the kitchen in the dark.

Charlotte stood framed in the fadingbronze light of the sunset, wearing my shirt from the night before.It was unbuttoned, revealing a long strip of her bare body beneath,and the sleeves were rolled up, but it was still too much clothing.I wanted to haul her back to bed, spoon up behind her and revel inthe comfortable warmth of her skin.

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