Page 82 of Renegade

She responded by lifting her hips up toward me, pussy glistening from my mouth and her orgasm. The only thing that would’ve made it better was if she’d taken her bra off. I wanted to remember her like this. Spread out before me, just begging to be fucked.

Good god almighty, what was she doing to me?

After double checking that I was good safety-wise, I pushed into her and her mouth fell open in that familiar silent scream and I could’ve come right then and there. I pushed into her until I couldn’t go any further and her half-lidded eyes looked up at me with reverence. “God, you’re so good at this,” she whispered.

I’d gotten used to her hands digging into my back and shoulders, but the cuffs kept her at bay. It was by far the hottest sex we’d had yet. I angled her hips and began fucking her, knowing she’d come within seconds. She didn’t disappoint. Her body began pushing back against mine at the same tempo, so I used my hips to speed up. She met me thrust for motherfucking thrust until her breathing stopped.

She ground against me and then released a small moan as her body flooded around me. “Oh, fuck.”

I was ready to explode just from watching her, but I tried slowing it down. Her pussy greedily gripped my cock like a fucking vice. I couldn’t have pulled out even if I wanted to. Her mouth hung open in ecstasy and I came loudly with a death grip on her hips.

I collapsed onto her chest, sweat dripping off of me like water.

Fuck.

It just got better every time.

“Mike?” She whispered and I rolled off of her, knowing it was time for the fighting part of it, but still too high off of endorphins to care much.

I laid on my back with my eyes closed, ready to face the firing squad. I was just missing my last cigarette. “Yeah?”

She shifted around and I braced myself. “Um, could you uncuff me? I lost feeling in my arms a few hours ago and I’m starting to worry it might be permanent.”

My eyes popped open and I jumped up. “Jesus, Lauren. How long have you been like this?”

She stretched her neck. “Um, since ten?”

Shit.It was a damn good thing I’d decided to come home tonight. I found the key on the nightstand and quickly unfastened her, taking my time to get the blood flowing back into her arms.

“Thanks. I was starting to worry that this was going to be one of those cautionary tales for adventurous young women everywhere.” She smiled and my heart thudded in my chest. It was just aftershocks from the amazing sex.

I laid back down beside her, still breathing hard. “Well, now it’ll just be our little secret.” She hopped off the bed, full of energy and I propped an arm up under my head and watched her. “What are you doing, Red?”

She pulled her pink lacy boy-shorts up and over her shapely ass before bending over to grab the rest of her clothes. My eyes couldn’t focus on anything else but her.

“I’m going home,” she tossed over her shoulder nonchalantly as she dressed and I felt a sense of loss. I hadn’t seen her for this long in weeks.

“Yeah? Tired of me already?” I was on thin ice here.

She pulled her tank top over her head before responding, “No. You need sleep though and I have to be at work in a few hours. Well, that, and I need to revive my arms.”

I scratched at my jaw. “Look, about what I said on the phone—”

She cut me off, “You didn’t mean it. I know. It’s not like we’re serious—it’s just sex.”

Her words were like a sucker punch to my gut, but I played it off. “Yeah…just sex.”

She came over to where I was laying and her lips swept over mine. “Get some sleep.”

As she walked out of the bedroom, I had a sudden urge to beg her to stay. Instead, I followed her to the door and watched her walk out to her car.

It wasn’t just sex. It never had been.

Lauren

September 2014

What was I doing with my life?

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